you saved the world from me [septiplier]

i. where i began

It had all started when Seán was a child. Say, around five years old. He was in the park with his mum, on the swings, swinging higher than the other kids. You see, he was practicing, trying to impress the others, especially Seamus, and he was going to do that by swinging higher than all of the others. At least, that used to be his plan, until Connor ruined it by swinging as high as Seán could now. Stupid Connor. So Seán made another plan. Seán would swing as high as he could, and then he would jump off the swings! That would impress everyone. So he was swinging, swinging, swinging, and...JUMP! Oh God.. Oh God, OH GOD OH GOD TOO HIGH TOO HIGH HE WAS GOING TO BREAK HIS NECK! HE WAS GOING TO DIE HE WAS GOING TO-

He was on the ground again. But how? He wasn't dead, either. How wasn't he dead?

"Seán, oh God!"

Mum is worried. Maybe mum knows what happened. Maybe mum knows why I'm not dead?

"I thought ya were goin' to die!"

Her warm arms had wrapped around his body, making him feel safe.

It wasn't until he was nine he realised he could teleport. There was an incident with...you know what, he wasn't getting into that.

The third time he realised that something about him was different was when he was sixteen. His classmates had thought it funny to say he was gay. He wasn't gay! Was he? Ugh, he didn't know. But still, it was way out of line to use it as an insult! Honestly, he was angry, absolutely mad. Especially when Seamus joined in.

Fuckin' Seamus.

He was getting angrier by the minute. Every time he thought of those bastards he felt another flame licking his heart, heard another comment fueling his rage.  He didn't notice that one of his eyes had started to become green.

"Hey, McLoughlin. Mcloughlin!"

"What t'e Hell do ya want, Connor?"

"Just wanted to know if yer homosexuality was contagious. Wouldn't want to get infected."

Seán spun around. "Piss t'e fuck off!"

"McLoughlin, yer eye is fuckin' green. Is t'at another symptom of yer gayness, Seánie? Or should I call ya 'Seánsepticeye', now, faggot?"

"SHUT UP!" Seán roared, green flames erupting from his hands, burning the lockers which he'd barely touched.

Connor looked at him in fear. Complete and utter fear, nothing else.

Seán walked over to him.

"If you ever tell anyone about t'is, I swear to God I will burn ya."

He hadn't liked saying that. In fact, he had hated himself after that. The decided that he would never use those powers ever again.

Hę'd łîēd.