I began with the immediate crowd around me, the only thing I needed to do was find one person.

  One person who wore a mask or shot me, then through the use of my power I would be able to find the others. For this purpose I remembered a few of the names of the people assaulting me.

  “But I should at least give them a chance first.” I muttered.

  “What?” the blonde officer asked.

  “If you would like to turn yourself in now, do so. This is your last chance.” I raised my voice so the crowd could hear me.

  While usually a statement like this results in nothing, the important thing is giving a chance. What would usually be empty words with no means to support them, would be a real statement in my hands. I could and would find all the people who bullied me.

  The crowd went silent, everybody looking for somebody else to move. In this kind of situation some people might actually find the righteousness to turn themselves in, but only under a specific circumstance.

  Somebody else had to move forward first, they would draw most of the attention. Otherwise the fear of being the only one guilty was too large for most to bear. The mentality of group protection had its benefits, but also its drawbacks.

  “Nobody?” I asked one final time. It would be their own fault not to turn themselves in. I had given them the chance to be absolved a portion of my anger.

  The crowd remained silent, a pressure currently unfelt but not unknown to me was pushing down on them.

  “Guess not.” I muttered again.

  At a frightening speed I filtered through the hundreds of faces until I found one. I pointed towards him, a boy with long brown hair.

  “Brian Loffskey.” I spoke with my cold hate. The people around him took a couple steps away, he looked at me guiltily with a hint of anger. I was sure a chain of curses was going through his head. Along with the question, why me?

  I along with the two officers walked over to Brian, he didn’t dare to run away.

  “We will have to take you for our investigation.” The blonde officer said. He then began to tell him his rights, while this was happening the female officer with brown hair recorded my statement.

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  “He was part of the group that shot me with paintballs in the video. He was also one of the ones who physically hurt me.”

  I activated my power on Brian, searched through his sins for a specific memory; the paintball incident. Through it I was able to find the faces and names of most of the bag heads.

  I tore through the crowd with my eyes, yelling names and pointing as I did. Almost instantly there were several new people avoided by the crowd. Officers approached each of them, while I recounted in dangerously accurate detail what each had done to me.

  I rinsed and repeated this method till I found all of the bag heads. Seemingly enough, most of the bag heads were also ones who bullied me in other ways.

  Of about forty bag heads, ten were from my class.

  Additionally, several of the criminals were not in the crowd or ran soon after I started calling people out. Unfortunately for them, more officers were sent out to find them.

  Half an hour had passed since I started, each second filled with shouted names, or recounts of their sins against me. Places, actions, small mannerisms, and even specific times. I had it down for each and every single person.

  Soon people started to look at me with more fear.

  To myself it was easy as reading from a book, but for everybody else's perception I had memorized in detail about every single person and their specific crimes.

  I had gotten every person I could from the crowd, the only way to find more would be to individually use my power on each of them. Which would hurt too much.

  “Let them go back to class now.” I told the officer, “but don't let them leave the school yet.”

  The officer nodded and they directed everybody back to their classrooms.

  The next easiest way to find my criminals were similar factors. The people with the most motivation to abuse me were in either of two classes, mine or Johnny’s.

  I decided to go to my own class first since it would be easier. I walked through the doors and a sudden stiffness went through the classroom. This was no different from an inspection, and the fear of being called out would be too immense.

  Eleven seats were empty, including mine, which meant that everyone in my class had attended school today. I walked to each student and stopped right in front of them. I then activated my power, and made my decision.

  I judged their sins with no hesitation.

  Based on my previous standards, I reported another four people to the police. Each one looked at me guiltily once reported, but stayed quiet all the same.

  I then recounted in the same amount of detail as before, what each of them had done wrong. Not to my own surprise most of the people who left dead animals in my desk were from my class. However, the person who left the live snake was not among them.

  I then left the class as quickly as subtly as I came, to many peoples reliefs.

  At this point I decided to do some more side quests before the boss. Though whether the boss was even there was still unknown to me, but either way I could get his uncle.

  I decided to go for a more satisfying one next. The young female teacher who gave me a dress code violation.