1 Mr. Skyscraper

Jasper smiled weakly as he stood just below a towering skyscraper.

"Please don't do that Mr. Skyscraper…"

Jasper watched unpleasantly as the one hundred floor building started to move slightly. Um…The ginger boy turned and started to walk away, a natural suspicious whistle finding its place in his throat.

"OH MY GOD! THE BUILDING IS COLLAPSING!" yelled a female pedestrian in regular office attire.

Jasper flinched and sighed heavily. The disaster on the horizon may or may not be his fault. It was. Just Jasper was unsure of how to stop it, it was his power that led to this situation. The power which haunted him since birth, a curse he tried to hide from the world.

The power to make buildings fall over. Well, more so the power to imbue non-living objects with life. Yeah, that power is what did this.

Jasper glanced up at his mistake, the building now leaning to the point it may not return.

He swallowed hard and thought to himself, you can do it, just talk to him.

Sigh…

Jasper cupped his hands around his mouth, a few strangers averted their attention form the odd looking tower to the frail pale boy on the street corner. It was almost a perfect morning to shout to one's content, which Jasper did.

"HEEEEEEY!" Jasper continued his cry for a few more seconds.

The people around him quickly lost interest. Not because of anything viable, it was due to the fact that they could not hear what Jasper spoke. Only the creatures he created could. The equivalent to a high pitched whistle that only dogs could hear, just this time it was a huge slab of concrete. The building seem to look at Jasper, something he noticed more than anyone else. A few of the bystanders stopped their brisk walks, forgetting they had families to feed to catch a glimpse of the phenomenon.

Jasper glared at them for a moment, a few phones snapping upwards.

The possibility of a catastrophic event was literal a few feet away from the crowd gathering, and not a single person was running for their life. He lost the ugly smile he usually dawned when things went south and took his gaze elsewhere.

"YES MASTER, WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANT?" It seemed as if the concrete vibrated with the words, a question shouted downward toward Jasper.

Never in his pathetic life did he think a building would call him master, but all of them did. The few seconds he was caught off guard or got himself letting go, he would breathe life essence into objects.

And an untimely yawn caused the problem before him.

To match his weak stature, Jasper whispered to the building, "Could you maybe not try to move, you have people inside you…"

The creature seem to raise an eyebrow, " SO?WHY DO THESE SMALL PEBBLES STOP ME FROM ACHIEVING MY GOAL OF TOUCHING THE OCEAN? ALL MY LIFE I HAVE SEEN ITS BEAUTY, TODAY IS THE DAY I GRASP IT!"

Jasper was losing him, and reasoning with an airhead was almost virtually impossible for the timid boy who created it. All his life he was stepped on, and not standing up for himself fell under his persona. No way could he muster the courage to command his creatures, all he could bare to do was reason with them.

"Well just please don't kill as many people as possible, or you could be in trouble…"

The building nodded from his master's orders and turned away. In the same instant, Jasper inhaled a long breath.

Silence…

The concrete structure seem to die out, the weird emotion it brought on dissipating. Jasper clutched his chest, he was thankful he did not freak out too bad. He was surprised he could even muster the courage to take away the creature's life force. It was always hard for him.But at least this time, he averted the crisis.

Only if he knew, that collapsing the building would have halted all the future problems that would fall upon him. Only if he knew that the building he controlled was part of a syndicate who planned on killing thousands.

Only if.