Simon despised the world, he despised his life.. he despised himself most importantly, he was a super soldier, ability? He could create black, icky tendrils with his hands.. kill people with him, that was his job, to detain, to kill.. he hated it, why couldn’t he be normal?

He was storming forth to an enemy base, with a swing of his hand, three long black claws emitted from his right hand, in which he sliced whoever stood in his path.