(After conversation of @Bellflowerp @Millennium @LilaKitty)
The air was thick with confusion.
I can feel the humidity rapidly accelerate its intensity from 30% to over 90%. You could feel it in the air. It was just - just, thick. And moist. And… there it was again. Tingling in my hands. It seemed to come from within my arms, but I only really felt it tingle as it came towards the surface where the palms of my hands were. Then it intensified. And, if I just watched, and thought about it - well, it really could start to hurt.
I turned quickly, sweat dripping off the side of my head, a drop flicked from the edge of my eyebrow. My hair literally stood up on my arms and my head began to tingle. Echos of - of, it sounded like Tommy. My mind raced back as I saw ghostly trails in the air and, and I must be dreaming. I’m in a dream - or, or a vision maybe.
“Tye! Tye! What are you doing, dude! Stop!!” I turned to the left and saw… me. This was, oh - why did I have to see this again. I never wanted to see this ever—
“Tommy! I’m… I’m sorry. I don’t know how—“ I heard myself panic and reach out with my hand, but that only made it worse! The glowing blue electricity only increased as it gathered in strength and particles, and I watched in horror it it increased in its charge and static particles - and raced from my hand to Tommy’s body.
“Nooo!!” I cried! “No!!!” Then it was so weird but I saw me, well, the me in the dream or vision turned and look directly at me, the real me, well, me in the right now as echoes of me shouting faded in the distance and then a white hot flash brought be back to present with a loud bang, heart in my chest racing 100 mph, and clothes dripping in sweat, siting up in a worn out, cot in an abandoned building - no one around. Just me. I breathed so heavy I could hear my heart pounding still and looked around - only to find smoke still rising and misting off of a few walls - walls where dark, black, charred pieces of wood still burned from — well, it must have been me when I was sleeping. “Oh, great.” I muttered to myself. “Well at least no one got hurt. At least… Tommy didn’t get…”
I heard right then some banging of metal cans and rustling of leaves. Who could it be? I thought. This was a ghost town, an abandoned town save some rats, cats, and bats. Oh, and a few scavenger dogs, too. But hey, when you have Mutant powers like me, you sort of aren’t welcomed around the popular dudes and chicks. So, you sort of Vagabond it. The “travelin’ man” so to speak. The wannndeererrrr. The — There it was again. More banging. Ok… someone is definitely here.
My hands began to tingle as sparks were heard loudly flaring from my hands. I at least knew how to control it now. How to turn it off and on - for the most part. I new that if an enemy or someone who actually still worked for, or even believed in Sentinel Services or Trask Industries was so bold as to come for me, and was standing 20 feet away, and that light travels at 750 miles per hour, and that 20 feet is approximately .004th of a mile (because in only 3 seconds my lighting hands would strike an object a mile away) that the dude — well, he would be toast. Yeah, not the greatest at match, but I can guest pretty well.
I went outside, hands glowing with blue sparks and particles, putting on my fiercest “don’t-mess-with-me” face (I just thought about the stories of Wolverine and Magneto’s great fights) and yelled in my deepest scary voice, “Show yourself!” (I hate when I try my deep voice and it cracks like a little teen boy in adolescence. Man, it’s embarrassing!)
Just then, a fluffy little kitty cat nudged its nose at an empty tuna can.
My hands softened it’s tension and I let my arms down as the electricity began to subside. A cat. Cute, fluffy, grey cat. Of course. Man, I was on edge today! What’s going to shake me up next, a caterpillar? As I turned and walked away, I heard a deep poof, like a little blast of smoke or something. I quickly turned back to the cat and it was gone! There was a little puff of dust dissipating but the cat - the cat was, gone. Okaaayyy. This freaky little ghost town was getting to me now. I’m going insane. Period. I’m — my hair stood up on my arms and a quickly spun in my shoes a 180 and saw standing there a — a girl. Rich, black hair, probably younger than me and sort of a smile. Um…
“Meow?” I say in a cheesy, insecure voice thinking it was some sort of Alien cat that can transform into a human form. Maybe a Mutant? Naw. I haven’t seen a Mutant in like, forever.
“Meow.” She responds. I knew it! She speaks - speaks, Cat. Cat….in-nese. Catenise. There. I’m officially crazy. Seeing shapeshifting cats, naming feline languages. Must be the solitude out here. Maybe I should just go a few miles to the forest where —
She covers her mouth with her hands as she bursts out with laughter and giggles. “MEOW? Really?” Oh, my word!” She continues to literally “laugh out loud.” I just stare at her, barely containing her laughing and breathing of funny sounds and giggles.
“You’re not real.” I saw in a monotone, robotic voice, not even blinking.
“Neither are you!” She exhales half snorting of chuckles and half-mocking laughing-filled words.
Neither am I, I thought. “Yeah,” I somberly retorted. “This is all a nightmare and I —“ I take a deep sigh, “I wish, I wish it wasn’t real.”
I begin to walk away, but only moments later I feel a hand grasp my shoulder and yank me back the other direction. There she, uh it, was. The Cat-Girl. Staring at me.
“Sorry, I, I didn’t mean to make fun. I just thought that was so funny. I mean, ‘meow’. I totally had to play off of that, you know. Just sort of… Well…” She reached out her hand as if to shake mine in a formal meet and greet.
“I’m Delila. Delila Loststar.”
I look down at her hand open hand. Seems real. And, she seems friendly enough. I slowly lift my arm and open my hand to shake hers. And - I did. “Hello. I”m… I”m Tyre. Uh… well, you can just call me Tye.”
“Good to meet you Tyre. I mean, Tye.”
She had that smile again. Maybe she wasn’t so bad after all.
She looked down and took a breath. “Actually, I’m not usually this outgoing,” she breathed in deep thought looking down at the ground. “I’m — I’m sort of more introverted than this. But — when I saw you and you looked, well….” She chuckled. “Looked sort of like a lost puppy. I sort of went out on a limb to see if you were a Mutant runaway or something.”
There was a long silence. I realized that she pushed out of some shell to take courage even just to say hi and meet me. Trust level… up 35%. Ding.
I slowly looked at her clothes and then her and asked as politely as I could. “Are — are you a…… “
“—Yes!” She quickly filled in the blanks. “Yes, I’m a shapeshifter. A Mutant. That’s what you were going to ask me, right?” I could see that I for some reason quickly gained her trust. And she knew what I was going to say.
“Uh— yeah,” I responded sort of insecure as to if that was appropriate to ask nowadays. “I mean, how, um, who - I mean where did you come from?”
“She turned her body and head and pointed up towards the mountain area. “The forest! I just came down from the forest! Thought I’d see if I can find anything useful in this old ghost town.” She smiled again.
Friendly sort of Cat-girl. “The forest?” I asked in confusion. “I— I thought no one was able to live in there. I mean — I heard stories of, well, you know. A dark, dangerous Mutant eating monster.” I put my head down and scratched my head in a way that gave my doubt in ghost and goblin stories away, yet still believed them anyway. Sort of like Santa Clause - I guess.
“And you believe every story someone tells you?” She asked in a professor sort of way.
“I believe the stores of the X-Men.” I retorted in defense. “I — I believe that the Underground and remnants of Mutants still exist… somewhere.” I took a deep breath of disappointment as I looked into the distance. “Just not here. I guess.”
“Yeah, I know the feeling, Tyre, Oh! I mean, Tye!”
“That’s okay,” I said softly. “Call me whatever you want.”
“Well, you’re not alone if that’s what you’re feeling.”
I looked back into her eyes. “Whaddya mean?” I asked in a hopeful sort of way.
“Yeah, well, I was just talking with a few other Mutants, I don’t have many friends, hard to trust people nowadays - I’m sure you get that. But yeah - we were talking and then I thought about coming down and seeing what I could find. And then, well, I saw you walk around and talk to yourself and then you went back into that little building for a while.
“Yeah, I was really tired. I — I fell asleep and then I…”
She looked at me inquisitively. “Do you — have a title? An X-name?”
Saved from telling her I had a nightmare by her question, my heart raced with both excitement and fear when she asked me that. Excitement because, well, I could shoot and well up electricity throughout my body, especially directing the ion particles with the a ton of extra negative electrons from the base of my palms and somehow form the plasma charge and just let it build up, and then spa-BANG! I force the charged particles to separate from the build up by sparking in the direction I want and viva la ka-chow and all that! The lighting bolt from nada is created and even force directed. And the more I build up tension and charge, the more powerful the bolt or bolts are released. It’s the coolest thing ever! But the fear — the fear because Iv’e seen what it can do. To things - to… to people.
“Lightning. They call me Lighting. I — I produce electricity.”
“Coooooool!” Cat-girl says. “Well, I don’t have many friends and I’ve watched you sort of, wander around here talking to yourself. Figured you could use a friend - a Mutant friend too.” She smiled again.
This time I smiled back. Maybe the days of darkness and Mutant extinct and extermination is behind us. For the first time - in a long time, I felt there was hope for Mutants again.