Being a healer had been my downfall, only women had the power to heal others why did I get stuck with it! When I woke up to find out what my gift would be I had hoped for a typical useful one but I had gotten healing. High school became hell. All the jocks had gotten the ability to kick air and practically fly. Even the nerds got powers that were similar to their interests like telekinesis or teleportation. I became the lowest of the low with the only gift given a gender specific role. They were ruthless And all of my friends left me. But now I am the one who has all the pleasure in being the boss. I moved to Veridon a large city with a powerful mafia, Sparkra agreed to a meeting with me I brought one of my high school bullies gagged beaten within an inch of his life and whimpering as I dragged him into the room. So what is it that you want to offer me for my guidance? asked Sparkra. Simple I replied I can heal people in a way that can’t be healed by anyone else. I pick up the man who as a kid drove me to insanity and a glow appeared on my hand I placed it on his cranium and all of a sudden his body began to shake than bones shifted to wrong places and I turned him from a strong brawny adult to a deformed hunchback with everything twisted incorrectly. Pulling the bag and gag from him I asked how he felt. I feel complete but what did you do to me! He screeched realizing his arms now had four joints his fingers were 2 joints 2 long and his toes were nonexistent. Shocked Sparkra crackled some electricity in his hands and started to laugh excellent I like your style.