Teleportation: supreme (rank 3)
Note #171: Placed on a lamp post in Perth, Australia
I’ve seen Tibetan refugees being forced into jails for crimes they didn’t commit. I’ve seen girls in Ethiopia horribly raped and then cut to pieces. I’ve seen militants take foreign aid supplies and sell them to the highest bidder. In America there are sick bastards who kidnap women for their perverted fantasies. In Canada there are hunters of men long forgotten by society. We live with all this darkness and we just accept it but I can’t. Everyone won’t shut up so I’ll snuff them out. For those who don’t want to remain blind you can join me and I’ll come and help. Distance isn’t a factor. I can go anywhere I want.
Reaction Speed: supreme (rank 3)
Note #2331: Placed on a dead pig outside of Calgary, Canada
He relished in killing. He would hang them upside down by their ankles and take a meat hook and hacked off their flesh. He was indiscriminate, rare for a killer of his pedigree and I remember hearing the voices come near his old farm and then suddenly scream before getting snuffed out. I brazenly walked on his property ready for the encounter. He pulled out his rifle and fired at me but in a flash I was to the left. He’d fire again and then I was to the right. He was a good shot, no doubt about it but as I moved closer I could see the panic in his eyes. He tried to close the door but I was already in. He threw a pot of boiling water at me but I was already behind him. What was most pathetic was when I hung him by his ankles, the bloody hook in my hand. He looked at me and begged for his life and I just laughed as I stripped him of his flesh like he had done to so many before. I fed the flesh to his pigs, bludgeoning the one who had feasted on the most meat to death. This is my calling card to anyone who thinks they can get away with this. You won’t. Maybe for a while but eventually I will hear what you did.
Combat Supremacy: supreme (rank 3)
Note #4686: Placed on a bloody gurney in Washington DC, USA
I can move without movement. Distance is a thing of irrelevance to me. I’ve learned to use my gift very well over the years. As you can see the man on this gurney has learned firsthand at what happens when one masters the ability to distort space. He called me a fucking faggot and put his fists up. I was all but ready to oblige. He swung at me but I wasn’t there anymore. Instead I was already speeding along and punched him at the base of his neck from behind. He swung with an elbow but he was two inches off, appearing in front of him as I split his lip and punched him till his right eye swelled. He kept looking around but wherever he focused I wasn’t there. A broken orbital bone, a concussion, a cracked rib, it took a lot but he eventually fell down and cried in the dirt as I looked over him thinking him pathetic. If you don’t think I’m better equipped than the police to dispense justice then you must be a crueler person than I and to that I salute you.
Telepathy: superior (rank 2)
Note #7233: Placed on the summit of Mount Kilimanjaro, Kenya
Far too many bemoan how much knowledge we’ve lost over the decades. In fact we’ve lost very little. It’s just all fragmented, split apart and changed within the minds of all of us. I spend my days reading your minds. Well to be honest I don’t have a choice but to read your minds. It’s all there, waiting to be sifted, fixed and organized. We sell ourselves short as a race that we don’t even want to cut out the cancerous parts of our society. However now I think mankind has finally awakened thanks to me. Don’t worry everyone I hear you. I hear every thank you and best wish and every vulgar curse about how Holocene finally got that rapist asshole. You kinds words are appreciated and I continue to work for you.