Post by Derek Raines on Apr 20, 2009 20:40:44 GMT -5
I've been driving all night. I don't know how the old jeep still runs, but she cranks every time I need her too. Which is fine by me, because I wouldn't trade her for the power to fly on a night like this. San Angela is cool this time of year when the sun has gone down and my thoughts wander as the shoreline goes blurring past me.
Blurs. The last week has been a blur.
Ever since the day we awoke with these powers. I can still recall that first explosion in the lab. The one that blew a hole two foot into the reinforced floor and turned a steel table to dust. The one that should have killed me. It barely knocked the air out of my lungs. I've taken bigger hits on the football field.
And the others. My friends. Max seems to be adapting well with his powers and ever since Lemuria has shown a startling grasp on just what we've been given here. And the responsibility that goes along with it. Jonathan is a mess. He freezes up in combat and seems afraid to explore his powers. But, who can blame him, we're college kids- not soldiers. I plan on working with him to try and give him some confidence. He may be more powerful than any of us. El has me worried as well. She has always been a little wild, but as her powers continue to manifest I find that she is becoming almost- feral. On top of this, she seems to want to use her new gifts to walk the knifes edge. Her latest plan to shut down drug dealers and steal their money has got me concerned. I have to remind her that powers don't allow us to break the law no matter what the circumstances. We can't become thieves and vigilantes. Thomas, I can't get a handle on. Out of the group he is the one I have the least in common with. His new powers suit him and he seems to enjoy his gifts well, but he lacks the vision to see the opportunity we've been granted. His priority is school and I can't make him see what we can become. To be heroes. To help those who need it and to stop those that normal men can't stop. Diplomas and a good nine to five might not ever be a real option for us again. But my friends are strong in so many ways that I cannot contend with. Jon and Thomas are the smartest people I've ever met, El's quick thinking and instinct have gotten us out of many dangerous situations and Max's recklessness has been a bigger virtue than he may know. If I am to lead them, lead them well, then I must trust in their abilities. We must train so that we can compliment each other with precision. My father said I was never leader material, but that the army still needed big, dumb grunts to win the day. Can I really keep them together? Keep them safe? Is this what we are meant for?
I'm thinking of dropping out of school. My classes are starting to slip with this double life I've been living. I just can't wrap my head around American History when history is being made all around me. The Overlord's Island threatens the world and Earth's finest have not been able to stop him.
I will train hard. I will join their ranks. Each new day brings new abilities in me and in my friends. It is like we are evolving at a rapid speed. My body is changing, yes, but so is my mind. I see things like I've never seen them before. Angles, distance, terrain- they reveal themselves to me like never before. I am strong, fast, durable and can leave the ground without so much as a thought. I just hope there are no limits to this. Or, if there are, there is enough of it to allow me to contend with this worlds evils.
As I pull back up to the dorms I can hear the heated clicks and dings of the Jeeps engine as it cools in the balmy night. I will not cool. I will remain hot in the days to come. This world needs justice like never before. Now, to show my team just how very important that need has become.
Blurs. The last week has been a blur.
Ever since the day we awoke with these powers. I can still recall that first explosion in the lab. The one that blew a hole two foot into the reinforced floor and turned a steel table to dust. The one that should have killed me. It barely knocked the air out of my lungs. I've taken bigger hits on the football field.
And the others. My friends. Max seems to be adapting well with his powers and ever since Lemuria has shown a startling grasp on just what we've been given here. And the responsibility that goes along with it. Jonathan is a mess. He freezes up in combat and seems afraid to explore his powers. But, who can blame him, we're college kids- not soldiers. I plan on working with him to try and give him some confidence. He may be more powerful than any of us. El has me worried as well. She has always been a little wild, but as her powers continue to manifest I find that she is becoming almost- feral. On top of this, she seems to want to use her new gifts to walk the knifes edge. Her latest plan to shut down drug dealers and steal their money has got me concerned. I have to remind her that powers don't allow us to break the law no matter what the circumstances. We can't become thieves and vigilantes. Thomas, I can't get a handle on. Out of the group he is the one I have the least in common with. His new powers suit him and he seems to enjoy his gifts well, but he lacks the vision to see the opportunity we've been granted. His priority is school and I can't make him see what we can become. To be heroes. To help those who need it and to stop those that normal men can't stop. Diplomas and a good nine to five might not ever be a real option for us again. But my friends are strong in so many ways that I cannot contend with. Jon and Thomas are the smartest people I've ever met, El's quick thinking and instinct have gotten us out of many dangerous situations and Max's recklessness has been a bigger virtue than he may know. If I am to lead them, lead them well, then I must trust in their abilities. We must train so that we can compliment each other with precision. My father said I was never leader material, but that the army still needed big, dumb grunts to win the day. Can I really keep them together? Keep them safe? Is this what we are meant for?
I'm thinking of dropping out of school. My classes are starting to slip with this double life I've been living. I just can't wrap my head around American History when history is being made all around me. The Overlord's Island threatens the world and Earth's finest have not been able to stop him.
I will train hard. I will join their ranks. Each new day brings new abilities in me and in my friends. It is like we are evolving at a rapid speed. My body is changing, yes, but so is my mind. I see things like I've never seen them before. Angles, distance, terrain- they reveal themselves to me like never before. I am strong, fast, durable and can leave the ground without so much as a thought. I just hope there are no limits to this. Or, if there are, there is enough of it to allow me to contend with this worlds evils.
As I pull back up to the dorms I can hear the heated clicks and dings of the Jeeps engine as it cools in the balmy night. I will not cool. I will remain hot in the days to come. This world needs justice like never before. Now, to show my team just how very important that need has become.
