D: I hate writer's block.
Brian was born in Ames, Iowa to a pair of parents who owned a movie theater, meaning his life wasn't to special. Brian, as you would expect, grew up as a normal kid. He went to school, getting both good and bad grades, had friends, met girls. You know everything that normally happens. Everything was good for him, especially when he made a band with his friends. No one would of expected anything odd about him and there was no reason too. He was eighteen when this all turned around though.
Brian's band mate had secured them a gig at a local club, due to the fact that it was teens night, and everything was hunky dory. They went in, played a couple songs, and finished within hours. Allowed afterwords by the owner to stay and party for free, they did so, spending the rest of the night there. The party lasted for hours until a scream was heard throughout the club. The bandmate and long time thread was on the ground, dead. He had been murdered and Brian was sad, yet furious, activating his ability. Both his hands shown a bright red as he spotted a man leaving through the back door, a blade in hand.
Brian chased after the man, hoping to do something, after all, somone already likely called the cops... After the man turned to face him. The man looked straight at his hands, causing Brian to see them for the first time. Stunned, he lifted them, twitching is right arm a bit, sending a now blue orb of energy at the man. Knowing how people thought of freaks like him, he ran...
It's my history for Hope and my brain just died.... Does it sound alright or should I change it a bit?