Dad told mom that I was studying abroad while he was in jail. She thought it was just some long program that was in a remote area and that’s why I never contacted her and never came home. My poor mom, I know she missed not me but having a kid to take care of. I think she was like teaching some kid in our neighborhood or something back in the states while I was gone so that probably fulfilled her motherly desires or whatever. In reality, I was only studying in Switzerland for two years. That’s where I met her. My first and last girlfriend. Rachel.

She and I were dating for two months and had sex all the time. But, little did I know that the more I had sex with just her, I was poisoning her with my power. I remember that day. We were doing it as usual but it felt different. I was taking something from her. Our energies were mixing in a wicked way. Then, her hands were around my neck and mine were in her hair. We kept fucking of course, but we were also trying to tear each other apart. We had both developed an inhuman strength and resistance to pain I suppose. At some point my fingers made contact with something soft. Her eyes. I remember them smearing between my digits as I kept pumping in and out of her, fingers now hooked in her eye sockets. Unseeing, she reached down, and took hold of my leg and began to pull. I couldn’t feel the pain but I knew I’d lose the leg if she continued so I released her face and just, well, tore off her hands.

Poor Rachel. She survived but she was in bad shape. I took her to the local clinic I had gone to when I amputated my foot. They checked her out and roughly patched her up. We stayed there for about a week since they needed to find something to replace her hands. I thought that was the end of it but no. Rachel had a scar from me that I never even anticipated. Never considered since I was a kid myself really. I looked down at my injured girlfriend, tried to read the expression on her bandaged face.

“Rachel?” I said hesitantly.

“I know I should be upset but I’m excited!”

“What the fuck?”

“Maybe it’ll have my eyes,” she smiled, a full one with all her teeth showing.

Rachel. She was pregnant.