Irma Barnsley returned home from Queen's College, after a hectic week of learning about the science of sound. She swore that she could still hear the sound of her organs pulsing from staying in the quiet room for so long. She wore two peacock feather earrings and a black headband over her hair. She wore a grey dress, black pants, and tall boots strapped by several bands. She visited the park and heard all these rumors about her being friends with a creep. Irma felt insecure. She looked around the large open field with people tossing a pigskin around. She would have to find public transport.Artemis lounged at a bench figuring out a mimosa plant, she recoiled when Irma took her by the shoulders by surprise. They squealed and hugged each other. "When'd you get back?" She said.Artemis bit her lip. Irma shook her head. "That was an awkward question on my part." It was too late to take any of that back. Artemis didn't tell Irma about Aaron. Or her ordeal at the bunker. She waved it off
He barely used it. The gift was turbulent and dangerous. His own body might be helpless while he was using someone else's senses. He needed to be in contact with an animal to gain better control of it. And he had better hope that nothing would happen to the animal. He was running on luck now. He earned an ability called Animal Scrying when he defeated Janice. He had kept it locked in for months. At the moment, he had eyes on any suspicious activity. The only con of the gift was that it took minutes to search for anomalies. So he used birds. Sometimes other predators would catch them off guard. His eyes would shut off like a TV for minutes before they came back to normal. He would feel claws pierce his torso painfully and he almost suffocated. He was scared to use it as much as he was afraid to use the Qi Leech. He had a resolve to stop smoking, he was latching on to his old habit like an anchor. He fell into a relapse in the morning. It was his fault. He had a black nicotine pat
Francis peeked at the passage with little light on the way. The crowd at least twenty of them were lined up walking into the darkest places, apparently they had X-ray art too. They could not be exposed to any stray light whatsoever. "That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard." He was eager to see what the artist came up with but he heard her phone tweak again. He glanced at the crowd leaving in the opposite direction and he stomped his foot. He followed them and hurried past a portrait. The lizard crawled off the tree painting and followed them. ... Maks tried to use his powers. He watched Francis through the lizard's eyes. The lights, the voices, the room they were about to enter. He saw a large burly man with long dark curly hair, intermediate brown eyes, a big nose, and a gnarly grin. He had a knife in his hand. The staff was around and they gathered twenty of them. He saw him grip Jessica's hand_ [ Error. Your level is too low. Try again later. ] "What?" He sat there stunne
The Human Poacher swiped out his knife. Maks lunged forward and aimed his dart gun at him. "Nowhere to run, boy."Viridian was red-faced, his long curly hair clung to his face. His eyes were wide. Maks pulled the rug beneath him and he misstepped. He lunged at him and punched him, they flew into the wall. Viridian stabbed Maks with a dart."I have good use for you and your powers." Viridian shot him and pulled Maks over his shoulder and he slapped down a container with a severed head inside from the shelf to the floor. He reckoned the police would be here soon. He threw down the lighter and the fire licked on the alcohol spreading on the ground toward the table and the fire began to rise on the shelves and walls. He escaped from the basement of the art museum with him past the hall, he dumped him into the car. Artemis landed a fist on the engine of the truck. It sparked. "Sorry, but I can't let you leave." She grabbed Viridian and he was quick to use a knife. She gripped his arm
He felt his insides knot. "I don't mean to push boundaries. Did any of this have to do with monsters?" Her forehead folded up. "Where do they come from?" Maks felt like he was struck by lightning but from the inside. Her inquisitive jade green eyes were troubled. The best answer he could give her was a sad smile."I don't know."[ She makes a good point ] He thought she wished she didn't mention monsters so liberally. If he was not careful, he could open up a can of worms. He barely knew her."I have a lot of stuff to do." He said bouncing back..... At night, Artemis cart-wheeled out of her apartment with a beige tote bag, she was going shopping, and her clothes were out of sorts. She was fine without any powers, but now she had to deal with her body size, she was not sure if it was just a growth spurt. She rolled on her skateboard past the park and there were city lights afar and they flickered on the river, she parked at the man by the bush. The man had whitish hair, his eye
The doctors did not know what specimen or what creature stung him, he was not responding to treatment and his blood pressure was relatively high. He suffered spasms. His heart rate went up, after much thought and analysis...Meg hung around and he kept up as well. "Why are you still here?" He shrugged adding to the cobblestone of her annoyance. ...Maks looked up when Francis joined them. He had a soft build. "Meg, did you trim your hair?" "Yes, I told you." "You should trim it every day." She turned red. Frank didn't want to remember the horrors. But he grinned from ear to ear. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." "Try me." Francis smiled at the supposed paralytic. "I...I got attacked by a magpie once. It almost tore out my cornea. Then I tried to make myself look big and..." He made a noise like a cat in a hissy fit. 'A little white lie won't hurt' "I had no idea you had that scar either." Meg said she did, she just didn't want to sound like an obsessive freak.
Her foot collapsed on the intersection of the small town he arrived in that he was standing on. She stomped on him, and Zippy screamed raising a scissor hand, he was cringing like the cockroach that he was, and smoke emanated from her shoes. She was returning to her natural size grinning in obvious self-satisfaction. Suddenly, an arc of lightning spread through her veins. The shops trembled. Cars hopped. His exact replica was standing right behind her with an evil grin on his face. He blew on his scissor hands like a gun. The energy he was using was enough to power up a whole city. Lightning flickered through the tendrils on his head like high tension wires. Static had the ability to replicate himself like a jellyfish by using parts of his body. He could generate electricity just by travelling at high speeds. The dryness in the salty air was accommodating his energy buildup. The people saw him and clambered out of the way in the small town. He took flight with electricity aiding h
The noise in the Amphitheatre background of boys playing reminded him of how distant he was from them. And how glad he was to be of the house. He was feeling a bit conflicted. The wind in the theatre roared in his ears because he was high up. Jessica asked if he was okay and his anger surged. But he was quite aware of her intentions because he rarely called to ask how they were doing so he let it slide. Ever since Elvis passed on, he had sleepless nights, and relied upon controlling his bodily processes like eating and sleeping. He paid for it dearly when Jason reported that he was sleepwalking and hitting a tray with a spoon around the hostel. Disturbing everyone. He once walked into his neighbor's room to spill red paint on their windows. That did not stop them from beating him awake. Till they turned on the lights. He was sore even after three days. He worried that something bad might happen to them in the long run. Like the time-crazed masochist Viridian Chase who attempted to