Telepathy: standard (rank 1)
The room was dark and cold, the walls stark white and shrouded in the gloom of the dim lighting. A single bright light hung over the cold steel table like a golden halo. The atmosphere was melancholy as the young man watched dust swirl through the rays spitting from the overhead light. The thick metal door swung open with vigor and a reasonably handsome man strode confidently into the room smiling as if he had just won the lottery. He began talking excitedly and words rushed out of his mouth like water over Niagara Falls.
" Hi, I'm Detective Alan Simon, but I'm sure you aren't interested in that. I know I'm not. What I am interested in is the fact that you my friend are a superhero, aren't you? Wait don't answer that I don't want to be responsible for the repercussions of exposing your secret identity."
The young man just stared at the Detective as if he had a monkey on his head and scuffed his shoes on the floor.
"Ohh come on, you have to admit that was pretty funny Matt. Can I call you Matt, or do you have a spicier vigilante name your fellow heroes call you by?
" I really have no idea what you are talking about Alan. I'm just an ordinary guy who was put in an extraordinary situation and happened to come out on top."
"Ordinary guys don't make fools out of Ex-Marines and live to tell the tale, especially with five critical gunshot wounds. I know everything about you Matt, you may as well just drop the Little Rascals routine and come clean with me so we can all go on our merry way."
"If you know everything why are you here? Not to be disrespectful officer but this seems like a pretty big waste of time. I saw a girl in trouble and I stepped in to help her, end of story. I surrendered to you and answered all your questions pertaining to the case. Now if you could release me I would appreciate it. I have business to attend to."
"Now, now Matt. Patience is a virtue. What would you say if I said I know who killed your Father and I'd be willing to help you track him down and put him behind bars?"
"Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage."
"Look Alan, I can tell you're a nice guy, and pretty bright too. So I'm going to tell you what you want to know, but I swear if you do anything to prevent me from taking the life of the scum who killed my father, I will count you his accomplice."
"Alright Matt, that's fair enough. I can live with that. So tell me exactly how you beat those armed men that night."
"Where would you like me to start? I've known since I was a young boy that I was different. I have this weird ability to communicate with other living things. I can see things from their eyes, hear things from their ears, and smell things from their noses. I can also communicate my desires with them, all through my mind. For example if I touch a blade of grass I can use it to network with all the other grass and detect other things touching the grass, even at long distances."
Hyper-Senses: superior (rank 2)
"Interesting story, but I still don't see how that would allow you to thrash these guys."
"Remember what you said about patience, I wasn't finished. I also have extremely acute senses. I can see perfectly in the dark, smell the sweat on their skin, the gunpowder and blood, I can hear their fingers squeezing the triggers, the springs and levers scraping, their heartbeats pounding as I took away their guns and smashed them. I was too fast, they couldn't even react, I dodged most of their gunfire. I was too strong, I overpowered them and broke their weapons on the ground and shattered their bones and when the last one fell I collapsed on the asphalt bleeding from my wounds."
"Hmmm. Then how do you explain the fact that surgeons at the Hospital had to cut you open just to remove the bullets? Somehow the damaged tissue had already begun to heal despite less than an hour having gone by since the wounds were inflicted."
Regeneration: standard (rank 1)
" That's easy, it's perhaps my most useful, and most hated ability. I can cause healing and growth in living things simply by touching them with my skin. It's a useful power, I used it for years to help my Dad's crops grow, and heal the kids when they got hurt around the farm. However what my Dad saw as a blessing I soon began to see as a curse. It means that I cannot get physical with anyone. I learned this the hard way when I was fourteen. My first love and I spent the nights walking the railroad tracks and going down to the creek. We were both shy and never had touched each other, but one night I gathered up my nerve decided to kiss her. I grabbed her hands and pressed my lips against hers. It was magical for a moment, her sweet breath brushing my face, her lips tasted like strawberries. But when I looked at her face it was disfigured with bulging tumors, her hands covered in strange growths. My touch overloaded the natural cell growth"
"Gruesome, I suppose this led to scared neighbors and misunderstanding?"
" I blamed it on Poison oak, but nobody bought it. I was ridiculed and ostracized at school. I made it through, if only to please my Dad, but I dedicated all my free-time and effort to helping Dad around the farm. With my help he was able to run the best small-time farm in the State. Big-time Agricultural Corporations came from miles around to try and buy our Farm but Dad would never sell. The land had been in his family for generations all his relatives had been buried there."
"I think I see where you're going with this. You believe that one of those large corporations put a hit on your father so they could bully your family into selling their farm. i don't have enough information yet to tell you if that's the case, but I can tell you it does fit the guy's MO. The man who killed your father is a trained killer. He's an expert in many fields of specialization. He's a sadist and serial killer who entered the military to cover up for his fascination with killing. He received a great amount of training, but never took to taking orders very well. He was dishonorably discharged and found himself as a hired gun. He is now one of the most prolific and well known assassins in the world. The man who killed your father is Raymond Skiba, or as he is commonly known, Orca. He is cunning, brilliant and highly skilled with technology that makes our government jealous. You're going to need my help."