I don't know how long I've been here. By length of my hair, I can guess at least months. This is more torturous than being in The Blight. At least there was some scenery. If it wasn't for what I did to the landscape, I'd want to go back. I can't ever go back. My powers have only grown more powerful and more potent over the years. The one thing that hasn't grown with them is my ability to control them.

Just keep moving. That was always the one rule I had to live by. Just keep moving. Now, it's the one rule I can never live by. Staying around anyone for even the shortest amount of time dropped them almost immediately. The devastation I caused just by walking down the sidewalk: People falling unconscious at the wheel, the old man pushing his lawnmower and those kids. Those kids. That's what did it. The straw that broke the camel's back. I couldn't stay around people anymore. I was too dangerous. I'm still too dangerous.

Suicide. I thought that was the answer. Kill the cause, kill the effect. If I'm not around then I can't hurt anyone or anything else. Too bad it didn't stick. By the time I realized what I had to do, it was too late. There was nothing left on Earth that could stop me. Shot, stabbed, burned, drowned, poisoned, crushed, racked. Nothing worked. Not even old age could kill me, it seems. Death doesn't like me. If I couldn't be stopped then I had to minimize the damage done. Exile was my last option. The north pole sounded like a good option. Too bad there was too much destruction to be caused on the way there. I just had to find the nearest least densely populated area and stay there. That area is now popularly referred to as The Blight.

The Blight. That's how I left my mark on the world. A dot of desert in the middle of a forest that's barely visible from space. I didn't tell anyone I was going. I just went. When the Blight first became noticeable to the outside world, scientists tried to study the area. I wish they had been as wise as they were smart. Hikers. That's how they found out. Hikers came wandering into the woods, entered my sphere of influence and dropped. They couldn't get back up. I'm sure someone filed missing persons' reports and that's when they came looking and discovered the Blight. The remnants of their bodies, the hikers and the scientists, show how far my power reaches... As if the abrupt line between desert and forest wasn't enough.

Then someone dropped a package on me. Literally. Straight out of the sky, dropped dead on my head. Barely noticed it. Took me awhile to even open it. Not awhile as in hours. Awhile as in weeks. I had no desire to contact the outside world or have the outside world contact me. I just wanted to be left alone. That's what was best for all of us. At least, that's what I thought. I don't know what compelled me to open it. Curiosity, I guess. Boredom, maybe. A combination of both. There was nothing more inside than a note, a photograph and a flare.

Life Leech-

We have a way for you to help people without hurting them. When you're ready, light the flare.

Purpose. I once thought I had it. Apparently, someone or some group of someones thought I did. If I could serve better purpose than creating a desert where nothing but me could survive then I really didn't think I had a choice. I lit the flare. Hours later, a five-foot by five-foot, circular platform fell from a craft in the sky and landed next to me. Foot grooves were in the center of it. Seemed obvious enough. I stepped onto the platform and into the foot grooves. Walls rose up around me. A containment cell. What purpose did containing me have? The cell lurched and I could feel it being pulled into the air. I hope they know what they're doing. People will get hurt if this cell doesn't stop my powers.

The cell is dropped off somewhere and run across a conveyor belt. I feel it lock into position. A voice booms from outside the cell. I'm told my new positive purpose can now be served. I didn't know where I was, but I was told the facility was used to benefit people, but it was running out of power. It couldn't run much longer on its own power. It needed a new source of power. I was to become that source of power. The energy I had absorbed over the decades is going to fuel the next generation of altruism. Maybe someday, this will drain me enough that I can join the outside world again. I hope there's a world left to join by that time... If it even comes.

And that's where I am now. Locked in my cell for what feels like an eternity. I can feel every bit of energy that's pulled from me. I've become so in tune with energy that I can sense it. I know how much I have stored inside me, I know where other people are without seeing them by their energy and I know the direction the energy that is being drained from me is going. That's my only entertainment. The constant flow of energy is like a drug trip that I'll never come down from. This probably isn't good for my mental state, but it's not about me. It's about not hurting anyone else. It's about helping everyone else. I have to keep it going. I hope that when I finally snap and decide I can't take it anymore, I don't have the strength to break out. I hope I have the endurance for that.

Time will tell.