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  The Stranger

  Alice:

  I’ve seen him on the news. I followed the stories about what happened in The Lab. Most of these people looked pretty much the same but one caught my eye. From what I can see, He was a tall and lean young man. Maybe a bit older than me but who’s judging. About a week ago, there was a fire accident in a lab full of freaks. They called them Dragonflies or something like that. It was reported that no one survived. They all perished in the big fireball blast. But I doubt they died. I mean, who calls themselves Dragonflies if they can’t take a spark of fire? They said they are now searching for the Convicts and warned that they are dangerous. Reports said the fight started when a few Convicts tried to escape and one of them caused a decoy by setting the other convicts free. The fight got intense and many good men were down. Ever since then, the city got very protective. More convict activities occur every single day. More road blocks are made since the last incident. The government is working really hard to catch these convicts. They are just slightly misunderstood people. I mean people with powers but still just people. they are just like us. That’s what we normal people call them. Convicts.

  Bad choice ow words but it’s just a name.

  Welcome to Northwest Lucky High School. Established in 1995, the Northwest Lucky School is one of the smallest districts in Jackson County. Northwest Lucky provides some of the most outstanding educational and extra-curricular programs in the area. The district serves 3,200 students in Pre-Kindergarten through Twelfth grade.

  God, I sounded like a promoter.

  Anyways, today is a rainy day. It was very windy in the morning. It was during the evening where it started raining. Not sleeping in this weather would be a crime, but I have school. The Emerald City looks very mysterious when it rains. It’s like it’s a whole new city compared when its dry. Amanda was talking about one of the convicts she saw the other day. He has yellow fire and he was very kind. He was wearing this brown long sleeve shirt and wears black running shoes and wears a long black jeans.

  Amanda Summers is a real playgirl. She loves to date hot guys one after the other. But I guess that’s why I hanged out with her. It’s her mistakes that makes me learn better. She's in my year at school. Coming from a rich family and being the youngest daughter, you'd expect her to be a snob, but she's all right. She just keeps to herself. Like me. Since neither of us really has a group of friends, we seem to end up together a lot at school. Eating lunch, sitting next to each other at assemblies, partnering for sports activities. We rarely talk, which suits us both just fine. She has long blonde hair and a pair of brown eyes that could make you just want to kiss her. I mean I would want to but I’m conflicted about it if you know what I mean.

 

  I knew Amanda when I was middle school. We sat next to each other most of the time. It was like two different worlds colliding into one new planet. We shared all our secrets and stories while growing up. We even sometimes had sleepovers at each other’s houses. We were inseparable. “Alice...” Amanda said right beside me. I was day dreaming. “Earth to Alice!” I woke up. “come back from your Wonderland, Alice!” Amanda glared at me.

  “what?” I asked as I focus back to her. “who are you going to bring to the prom next weekend?” she asked while blinking her eyes. “uh...I don’t know. I don’t have a special someone yet.” I answered.

  “PEALEEEEEEAAAASSSSEEEEE!” Amanda mocked rolling her eyes. “I know you like Andrew Waller.” I started blushing. I hate it when she does that. Amanda has her ways for making one feel embarrassed. “it’s not like that!” I defended. I feel my cheeks turning red hot. “come on, Alice.” she said placing her arms on my shoulder. “build up the courage to talk to him. Who knows that he might like you.”

  She winked. Every girl wants to be asked to prom. I don’t care if they’re a princess or the biggest tomboy in the world. We all want to be asked. We dream of the day the guy will arrive with flowers and chocolates in hand, possibly swooning us with a song. Believe me, it can be exhausting waiting for this day.

  Guys have the most difficult part, actually asking the girl. They have to take a deep breath and swallow their fear. The constant thoughts of rejection and embarrassment flash through their minds as they suck it up and dive into a pool of a girl’s thoughts, swimming their way to the surface. Sometimes I wonder if guys dread on days like these. I know if I were a boy, I would.

  Andrew is the cute guy in class who is always silent and has a bunch of girls going after him. He had great hair, good posture and brown eyes. He has well built, he played basketball. His face is so dreamy where I can just get lost staring into his eyes. He is like Augustus Waters but in real life. The fact he is still single is a crime. Andrew is the guy ever girl in school wants to date really badly.

  His beautiful face makes a girl’s heart faint.

  Even for girls like me. I’m more into comic books, fairy tales and a lot of this not what your average girl will do.

  I’m finishing my twelfth grade, finally getting ready to finish school and go for college or somewhere.

  But really, how can a Wonderland girl like me date a dreamboat like him? Maybe we can just hang out during prom.

  I finally built the courage to go talk to him and just marched towards the other corner where he sat. He was eating his homemade sandwich and drinking a fruit juice. All by himself. I approached him.

  “uh- would you go- I mean uh, Hi Andrew.” God! I’m such a CLUTZ! “are you asking me to the prom, Alice?” he asked with a smile. I noticed my face turning red again. “uh...um...ya.” I nodded.

  How did he know about this?

  Andrew laughed and nodded. “alright then. Prom it is.” he said in a very charming way. The people surrounding us paused and stared at me. Words like “did she just ask Andrew Waller?” made me just want to kill myself. I was mortified. I was embarrassed.

  “it’s okay, Alice.” he said. “Just go. See you at prom.”

  He gave a nice smile.

  I blushed even more and broke off from the crowd and ran. I started to find myself giggling in relive. Hiding my face as I ran pass the other students in walking along the locker room. I followed the stairs and ran up the ECO ROOM.

  I stopped and took big heavy breaths.

  In and out, in and out.

  Looking at the horizon as I began to wrap my mind on what just happened.

  “he actually said yes!” I smiled. I could feel my heart pounding like as if it was going to come out of me. I let out a loud sigh and began to catch my breath. The sun was warm. I could feel my anxiety melting away as I begin to catch my breath.

  The ECO ROOM is like a garden rooftop. It has five white painted metal tables. Each of it has four chairs. It’s a complete set. They also had like six long wooden benches. Well carved to sit on. The rooftop had a row of metal benches filled with plants of all sorts. Roses, daises, morning glories, some big leaved plants in pots and a spot where there is a secret swing. The ground was well tiled, it kept the bugs away. Sometimes I see butterflies flying by.

  The school gardener kept the place well.

  The place is where I usually come up to study or even relax after a long day of studying. But today is different. Today is where I come to be thankful for the chance that I was given. All this while, I was a nobody but maybe just maybe this time, I get to date the boy I love and might even get my first kiss. I started blushing again to myself and hurriedly ran back down. Amanda knew that I scored and offered to take me to do what girls do best, shopping.

  Cloths, Make-up, dresses.

  Not my thing.

  Fast forward a few weeks later.

  It was prom night.

  Normally people look forward to prom, but I am not.

  Picture this. Loud music, over the top dress up.

  And a couple of prom kings and queens to make you feel jealous. Rich kids would buy expensive prom dresses or rent tuxedos, give corsages to their dates and
sometimes ride to the prom in a rented limo. 

  Wish I was that rich.

  I was wearing a bright purple dress. Caused me a lot of babysitting money to get it. As much as I love to be Andrew’s prom, I hate proms. Imagine loud music by the local crappy DJ. Disco balls and fruit punch. The loud noises like as if it’s a legal club for us. The food. Oh so simple, hot dogs, tacos and simple cakes. Poorly budgeted for a special time of our lives. Our glorious gym used for practice and big basketball games is being used to let amateur dancers “show” their moves.

  Perfect excuse to let us use the gym right? Wrong.

  Using the gym for an event like this is good and all but I personally think it’s a bad Idea. The trash is not even on us to clean...

  Just on the other side is a girl, Susan Peterson, one of the school gems.

  She is beautiful but oh so cunning.

  She is dancing with Daniel, her brother. Something tells me they are...Ugh, gross... Another one that I could rec

  I just stared at the dancing floor blankly, thinking about all sorts of wired stuff.

  “Excuse me miss, may I have this dance?” uh...yeah.

  “miss? miss?” I was daydreaming again.

  “Alice...” my sight began to focus again. “Uh-huh.” I replied confused.

  “Daydreaming again huh?” Andrew asked smiling.

  When I came to, I caught Andrew staring at me.

  “You’re a bit off today.” he gave me the look. I just smiled back at him, turning red while doing it. “so, do you want to dance?” I asked. “yeah sure.” he holds my hand gently and took me to the center of the dance floor. Andrew’s presence in prom made him a star. Everyone wanted to hang with him. Which is why he asked me kindly to stand in the corner and promised that he’ll be back.

  I tried to relax myself and let lose. But inside, I was crying out to leave.

  Andrew was leading me in the dance. He took two steps forward in a gentle tempo, I could instantly follow it. The dance was doing fine. The crowd began to stop and stare. I was turning red again as usual when I’m nervous. God, make it stop!

  I gave into the anxiety and let the dance flow. “See? Much easier now is it?” Andrew encouraged. I just nodded. I didn’t say a word.

  I mean after tonight, we’ll just go back to our normal lives, but tonight we’re going to have fun.

  It does actually feel much better. I was at ease.

  Too at ease. I wasn’t worried but I was terrified. Normally anxiety hits you with heavy breathing and panic.

  But that night my reactions became different.

  Something doesn’t feel right.

  Something is off.

  My body became too warm. My hands started glowing.

  I’m getting nervous. Andrew looked scared. He was struggling to hold my hands.

  I could feel his heart pounding faster and faster.

  I wanted to let go. I gave Andrew the scared look while I pulled myself away.

  I gave Amanda a look.

  She was in the other corner, smiling at me seeing me grow up.

  But her smile became a frown as my face signaled her that something is wrong. Very, very wrong.

  I mouthed towards Amanda, “we have a problem...”

  My hands began to glow in purple light. It was heating up like as if it’s being its own

  light bulb. Burning, radiating and consuming my hands. I ran towards the food isle through the huge crowd and dipped my hands in the fruit punch bowl. Ugh...Sticky!

  The lights in my hands started to glow more. Sooner, I realized that the whole bowl was covered in light.

  I then pulled my hands out staring at it for a few seconds seeing it glow. Good thing no one noticed me.

  Amanda came towards me and dragged me to an empty corner. Looking confused and anxious, she took her red scarf off and warped it around my hands. “explain this!” she whispered.

  “I-I do-don’t know.” I stammered. I don’t know what happened to me but that was a freaky moment. We ran out of the scene and into the available toilet to avoid any further observation. Several guys appeared from the Exit door and stared at us. One of them marched towards me and started catcalling.

 

  “hey pretty.” I tried to avoid them.

  “oh go home guys!” Amanda snapped.

  Andrew showed up a few minutes later, running as he called my name.

  “Hey Alice! You okay?” he asked placing his arms on my shoulder.

  “uh... Yeah. Be there in a sec.” I shoved it off and slide towards the girl’s toilet with Amanda guiding me in.

  Amanda immediately leaned against the door. I checked each of the toilet doors, it’s all empty. I began unwrapping the scarf checking my hands. They were still glowing!

  WHRRRR. The hands began to create this wired sound. Glowing and making this high pitched sound.

  “what the hell is that?” Amanda asked in awe.

  “I have no idea.” I said facing blindly at my glowing hands.

  The lights begin to hover down as I calmed myself.

  It seemed controlled.

  Amanda left the door and marched towards me, staring at the hands that stopped glowing. She stared at me expressing the “are you okay?” look. I’m not exactly accustomed to seeing glowing hands.

  But given that it only happened once, I decided to brush it off and walk back to the dance floor. Amanda was surprised to see me pretend as if nothing happened. Before I join Andrew, I turned to Amanda believing that I can trust her on this. “you need a doctor Alice.” she said kindly. “no, no doctors. Its only once right?” I answered. I told Amanda that I’m going home straight, Amanda told me to brush it off so I did. The night was still early but given that I just saw my hands glowing, it could be hard to brush it off. “no one must know about this.” I whispered. Amanda just nodded.

  NO ONE

  I didn’t tell my parents about what happened during prom.

  I was scared of how they would react if I told them my hands could glow. Prom ended with me and Andrew dancing till midnight and went home. He walked me back which was kind of him, on our way he asked me was I having a girl moment. How smart of him I wondered. I just agreed even though I don’t have a single clue what is going on.

  I went on in school as usual. No rumors of a girl in a blue glitter dress with glowing hands. Good. Andrew didn’t call me or even talked to me after the prom. Not even in school. Guess I scared him off.

  Amanda didn’t ask about the glowing hands. She took a few days off to ask me about it. But so far, there was nothing.

  I did however found out that I’m a light bulb sponge. I can absorb any form of light. Neon lights, lamp lights, head lights, except for natural lights from fire and the sun. I’m a fast learner.

  I found that out when I tried to catch a bouncing ball in my bedroom. While catching it my table lamp light started to fade out and flowed to my hands. It tickled a bit but I felt strengthen, charged, powered.

  Suddenly, I became a lucky child.

  “you have to tell me everything, Alice.” Amanda said.

  “Yeah but...” I answered. I didn’t even know where to start. During prom? in my own room? Or when I used to pretend I would draw with lights? It’s actually not a bad thing. Lights, beams, Neon... I could get used to this. My powers are actually very colorful.

  Amanda was more thrilled than I am. She brought out our old cam recorder to document what I could do with my powers. We searched online and found out about other people with my “symptoms” they called it The Butterfly.

  Quote: the ability to blast powers of light towards objects through the direct influence with the power of light.

  “sound familiar?” Amanda asked. “very.” I replied.

  “this is amazing! Who knows what you can do with your powers and what limits you can reach?” she squealed excitedly.

  “yeah but how do I even start it?” I asked.

  “do whatever you did to make
it work last time.” Amanda said while holding my hands together.

  Uh...okay. I was calm right?

  Maybe if I stay at ease, I can power it.

  I focused and let my heart rate drop. Nothing.

  Amanda hurried me like as if she is on a meeting or something and is still in a jam asking the other drivers to get going.

  “come on Alice, keep trying!”

  “CALM DOWN WOULD YOU!” I shouted while raising my hand up, stopping her.

  Then a spark of purple light appeared and blasted Amanda to the ground. WHRRRRR~ PEW!

  Next thing I knew, Amanda was seen flying away from me, landing to the ground.

  Amanda fell onto the grass and dirtied her jeans.

  “OW!” Amanda cried. “I am so sorry...” I apologized.

  I reached my hands and pulled her up from the ground and looked back at my hands again.

  “it’s okay.” Amanda said standing up to her feet.

  “I think I know how to power it.” I said.

  “really? How?” Amanda joined me looking at my hands in confusion.

  I pointed my hands at an old pot and began to fire.

  WHRRRRRR~

  PEW! PEW!

  I hit one of the old pots and realized it shattered into tiny bits.

  “whoa! How did you do that?” Amanda asked.

  “I kept myself calm and confident!” I chuckled.

  I realized that my powers only work if I keep calm and be confident in myself.

  “let’s try something else!” I exclaimed.

  Being more excited than Amanda now. I began to sprint out to the pedestrian.

  I was a fast runner and because it’s the afternoon, no one would be around to notice. I ran and ran and ran...

  No sooner I realized that a string of light appeared behind me.

  WHRRRRRR~

  ZEZEZEZEZEZEZEZE~ My sprints became turbocharged!

  I was faster. Faster than a race car. I was able to catch up with this plane that was flying by in the sky.

  TEWWWWWW~ TEWWWWWW~

  I was laughing. HAHAHAHAHA...

  I’m running! As I got faster, I noticed my body fading off splitting into bits of five. I noticed my body shrunk as it turns into a butterfly while my whole torso split itself up doing the same. My ligaments followed soon after and no sooner I realized I was the head was the brightest among them. I began to glow and I was faster than how I did before.

  The other butterflies did this formation behind me and soared on the road with me.

  Fast.

  The whole world seemed like it was on slow motion or something.

  I decided to slow down when I reached the big junction but when I stopped, I realized I was already a few kilometers away. My body began to take form. The butterflies slipped into me from behind and I changed to my original form. “this is really something else!” I said to myself.

  Think about it, my speed and powers make me superhuman and I believe this is just a tip of the ice berg. Amanda ran after me like as if I stole something from her.

  I slowed down and waited for her to catch up.

  Amanda later caught up and stopped, placing one hand on my shoulders.

  Huffing and puffing.

  Trying to catch her breath as she tried to speak.

  She finally swollen her breath and began to breath normally.

  “wow. You can be a superhero!” Amanda exclaimed.

  “I think you’re right.” I smiled.

  “We have a lot of work to do before giving you the superhero name.” Amanda said.

  “work?” I asked.

  “what is work? I just can’t slow down now...” I said laughing.

  HAHAHAHAHAHA~

  “THIS really is SOMETHING else huh Amanda?” I patted Amanda on the right shoulder.

  Thus, my powers were realized.

  Even though I had no idea how did it I have it, I am sure going to use it.

  But for what? That’s the question...

  “wait” Amanda paused. “the site said there is a kid with the same powers as yours that is only in the town right?” her excitement came back. “let’s go talk to these people.” she said.

  I wasn’t too thrilled.

  Why should we get experiences from others like me?

  Most of them are mostly in The Lab. Meaning captured.

  “Amanda, I’m a new bloomer.” I said.

  “remember that news about a jail break three months ago?” Amanda just stared at me, confused “yeah?” she answered.

  “maybe there is a reason why people want to keep people like me out from society.” I pointed out. “we’re too dangerous. We could hurt someone.”

  “are you kidding me?” she shouted. “that was freaking awesome!” I tried shushing her down. “will you keep it down?!” I whispered loudly to her. Amanda shrugged and put her arm to my back and walked me back home, smiling.

  Those few seconds of silence were nice...

  I almost felt like I don’t have powers.

  We just walked like whatever happened was nothing.

  We keep experimenting more and more the day after. Amanda and I learned that I can knock out people with light beams and that I can walk on buildings as long as I don’t stop half way. I could also fade off to be even faster. Cool. There was once where I learn how to write Amanda’s name in light and do line drawings with codes of purple.

  The day after I told Amanda about my powers, Amanda and I went to visit her bother and told him about it.

  Amanda’s older brother, Phillip owns a shirt printing shop.

  She decided to get me a costume of my own and refine a long sleeved coat of mine. “you’ll look bad ass in this.” she said.

  Amanda picked up a deep purple cotton shirt and printed a line drawing of a butterfly landing on a rose with three leaves at the end of the branch.

  The butterfly was sky blue and the rose is bright red. Its branches are light green and the drawing is layered in white.

  I like the design. Amanda and I did it ourselves.

  I was the one who drew it and Amanda was the one who made it a real thing.

  By the time it was done, I putted it on and wore my old navy blue long-sleeved coat which Philip helped sow.

  I then wore a pair of brown jeans and long boots.

  I showed Amanda my costume around to show them their work. “you look sick, Alice.” Amanda said with a smile. “that looks good on you.”

  Philip was not impressed. “could use some originality.” he said. “you look like Fetch from Infamous.” he pointed out.

  “hey! Don’t smudge my masterpiece!” Amanda yelled.

  I think Philip has a point. The costume is amazing but I felt the sense of emptiness. It’s not the costume it’s the feeling of it. I felt hollow when I wore it.

  It doesn't feel like me.

 

  Philip is a designer. He is very into style.

  I guess it’s his profession. Philip studied diploma in fashion design.

  After he finished his studies, he and some of his friends started a hybrid shop. A shirt printing/ clothing shop. His friend, Sarah and Mike help sell shorts, tank-tops, foodies, jeans, dresses, collar shirts and t-shirts while Philip helps sell some accessories and prints shirts for his customers.

  We used to visit Phillip’s shop a lot. And he was an amazing friend and brother.

  When he found out that I had powers he patted me on the shoulder and said “I knew you were special.” I was happy. Not because someone knew I had powers but someone valued me as a special kid regardless of the fact that I have or don’t have powers. Phillip is a kind person as well as an older brother, seeing me grow up while he studies.

  Now he has his own job, we hanged out even less.

  Amanda used to say the Phillip and I can be siblings since we share the same love for art and patterns. I remember when I was a kid, I showed Amanda one of my drawings of an elephant and though Amanda had no clue what it i
s, Phillip saw it and decided to print it as a T-shirt and a sew the pattern out of a blue short-sleeved dress.

  Come to think of it, it wasn’t revealed yet.

  “someday, you’ll see it Alice.” Phillip will say.

  “it will be a surprise!” he’ll say.

  My powers were still evolving. I discovered that I can use my powers on my eyes, giving me the eyes to have incredible vision. I knew that through using it while drinking soda with Amanda the other day. I was able to capture this old man’s face just by looking at him at the corner of the restaurant. My mind was playing his image as I began to sketch on my little notebook. “wicked!” Amanda exclaimed.

  “this would be useful when we try to capture the attacker during a hit and run situation.” I muttered.

  Amanda allowed me to roam around the city with my new found powers. The black boots were designed as running shoes while looking like a pair of boots. I got to say, Philip did a really good job helping me with all this. My jeans were well fit. Comfort was what I was looking for.

  “okay Alice. Here’s the deal...” Amanda said through a self-made telecommuter. She’s good with tech.

  Beautiful and innovative.

  My first mission is to get the city my attention. Its bright and sunny here and all was well. The birds were chirping and the wind was howling in.

  From where I’m at, I could see the Space Needle just fine.

  There is this gang that sells the drugs in schools and it has been on a rise since last month, what these do to kids are that it makes them lose their minds and hallucinate. There were several reports of kids dying from this drug, a perfect moment for taking down the bad guys and making a name for myself.

  I jumped off the building and catch myself by running in thin air. I felt the power surging. Lights glowed up and my body was being completely turned into strands lights. I was running at rapid speed...Amanda had a super RC controlled drone following me as I run, I named it Glitch. Because it shows Amanda images slower than usual sometimes. The butterflies began to appear and my head morphed into the butterflies. I soared through the skies like as if I’m not afraid of it. The air was my road and I am the only one who can run on it.

  I kept my pace and didn’t stop. If I did, I’ll fall. I ran till I reached for the other end of a building and stopped at the top. My body slowly expanded to my human form and flash itself back to my own body. My ligaments reformed and I was able to walk again.

  “Phew! That was easy...” I muttered.

  I scanned through my surroundings and noticed a very strange man driving a red truck. “that’s our guy right?” I asked through the telecommuter. “Yup!” Amanda said on the other side. “get him!” I ran down. Down,down,down.

  TEWWWWWW~ TEWWWWWW~

  Back to the streets I thought I was going to slam into the concrete floor but I balanced myself and turned up. Almost slamming the floor but I bounced back and started running again.

  I ran and ran and ran.

  “whoa! Watch it!”, “Hey what’s that?”, “I think it’s one of those convicts!”

  Those were coming from the people around me as I ran pass them.

  The strands of light moved according to me.

  The red truck was ahead of me and its driving faster and faster like it’s in a rush.

  I kept myself up to speed after the truck.

  TEWWWWWW~ TEWWWWWW~

  No cops. Wired.

  I kept running. My pace was well kept.

  “come on Alice! Go!” I told myself.

  My speed burst and I began to split open. My arms and legs tore itself apart and my head flew off the body. They began to morph into butterflies.

  “No! No! No! Not now!” I screamed in my head.

  Too late. My head shrunk into the size of a stick with two eyes and my hair blew up to the shape of a butterfly wing. I began to go faster and faster. I looked forward and noticed the strands of lights getting bigger. They glowed of brightness as I rushed through the amount of traffic. I was reaching for the truck door but failed to catch it then a thought came through me.

  I don’t need doors. I just need to get the proper entrance.

  I charged up to the truck again.

  “this time...” I said out loud “this time for sure!”

  I kept running.

  Then a voice came in.

  “Alice!” it spoke. It sounded static.

  “Alice! Reach for the top for the truck...” it was Amanda! I can hear her here?

  I ran and ran and prepared myself to stop. My body and legs reconnected my arms came in next while my head stuck itself back.

  I took a big leap as the truck kept going at regular speed.

  JUMP! I faded again into the butterflies and flapped my wings high up a bit and landed on top of the truck.

  My body began to form itself back as a human again.

  It felt like I just snapped back to reality.

  I tried to balance myself on top of the truck with my hands outstretched wide. “Knock! Knock!” I said.

  WHRRRRR~ PEW! WERRR~ PEW!

  I aimed my hands on the top of the driver seat and shot it open.

  The beam fried the top and exploded it causing the corners to turn purple.

  The driver saw me and was in shock.

  He reached for his gun pointed at me.

  “No witnesses!” he said angrily.

  BALM! BLAM!

  Shots were fired. Hitting my chest twice.

  I was surprised that it got through.

  My body lost control and fell straight down the back of the truck and slammed inside. I crashed against several wooden cartels and smashed it down. I thought I was going to die. Suddenly my powers kicked it!

  A ball of light glowed and covered my gunshot wounds. The bullet popped out of my body like as if it was nothing and the hole sealed up looking good as new.

  “this fast healing thing is going to come in real handy!” I thought to myself and stood back up. Continuing where I left off.

  I shot a few more shots of beam while the driver tried to shake me off.

  I was still standing strong.

  The driver took a huge turn on the driving wheel to the left and accelerated even more.

  All the sudden, I lost balance and flung off the truck and flew into the streets. I tried to power up and break my fall.

  Too late. WHAM! KRANGGGG~

  I fell on a pile of trash on the other side of the pedestrian.

  Ow! I landed on my hip and fell on my back. A Passerby and a few others saw me fell and watched as I got back on my feet. That’s the bad news but the good news, I’m still alive.

  “Alice! Shit man! Are you okay?” Amanda asked on the other side.

  “Hey!” I said with a broken smile and walked after the truck.

  The lights glowed to heal the wounds again.

  The truck lost control and flung to the right and crashed on one of the light posts on the right side of the road.

  “Alice? Alice?” Amanda asked in panic. “you there?”

  “Hey Amanda, I got our guy. I think...” I said walking towards the truck.

  What a ride!

  With my heart pounding really hard, I crept across the street slowly and looked in the car. The man was knocked out.

  Probably because of his reckless driving.

  I opened the back of the truck.

  “got them!” I said as a groan over that fall from the truck.

  “hey Amanda,” I said.

  “yeah?” she replied over the telecommuter.

  “you owe me Ice-cream.” I moaned.

  Even though having powers helped. It still was a hard crash on the floor.

  It still hurt.

  I walked a few miles towards the nearest neon sign ahead the scene.

  Need to recharge.

  I began to open my hands and focused. My hands began to glow. The colors from the neon sign, though not on began floating.

  The c
olors came towards my hand and slowly vanished as it enters my body.

  I could feel my body being recharged. My body felt like it just got on fast healing mode.

  That pain that I just had, gone after absorbing that neon sign light. I checked my location, I looked up and saw a street sign. My geography about Seattle wasn’t so good but I found out. Bell-town.

  Funny, I was just in East Queen Anne. Maybe I am fast.

  I got my body straight, adjusted myself and began to walk towards home.

  “that was easy.” I muttered.