Five years after the Arrival

  My mom is dead.

  And I can't even go to her funeral.

  I want to cry. But I can't.

  The Russian ambassador would not understand.

  I am one of the 9, one of the most powerful human on Earth.

  And I couldn't even save my mom.

  I tried to protect her. But from That it was in vain.

  I can heal anything. Provide I have a body to heal.

  But healing death is just...

  "Forgive me Alexein, I need to move against an enemy immediately!"

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  And with that poor, half-baked excuse, I teleport away.

  To the funeral of my mother? Where they are burrying an almost empty coffin?

  No!

  I can't go. An enemy could follow me there.

  And even if I see myself as human, I am not exactly 100% human. Not anymore.

  I have no place in the funerals of my own mother.

  I teleport in the middle of the Arctic Ocean and release my pain in a vast ray of pure power, targeting a small star in the sky. While I cry freely at last, the computer in my brain tells me that I need 937.570 lasers like this to hope breach the first shield around the asteroid ship of the Players.

  By reflex, I teleport far away, on a small island in the Indian Ocean.

  Always move after launching an attack.

  "It is hopeless"

  I take a fetal position on an empty beach, and continue to watch the funeral on my retinal screen.

  I couldn't save so many precious lives.

  Not even protect the ones I loved the most.

  For all this pain, someone will pay.