When it all began

     I woke shivering in a dark alley, sewer rats skittering along the walls.
The rain was gray and dismal. I tried to remember the night before, but it was gone. All I knew was an aching all over.
     I swept my damp hair to a side, noticing the grime and grit. I crouched over a small puddle to see how dirty the rest of me was.
     I leaped back in shock. There, on the bone next to my right eye was the mark. It meant a criminal. Someone who had been sentenced to death. What had I done?
     I quickly smudged some dirt over the mark. No one could see, or I would be killed. Tears of shock and horror ran down my cheeks. What had happened? Had I hurt someone? Had I... the thought was to terrible to finish.
     I remembered walking across dead grass, huge chunks of craggy, blackened, and broken rock around me. Is that what i had done? Blown something up? I had had powers for two years. How had I done that?
     I heard voices. I peeked out of my alley and saw a bustling market. I had not noticed it earlier in my distress.
     I ran then. Every way, sticking to the quietest paths. I had to stop, hours later, too exhausted to move on. I slumped to the ground in an alley much like the one I had left and slept.