Seventeen years ago a comet was flying past earth, close enough to be seen by the naked eye. It was a spectacle like no other. A blazing ball soaring through the air, leaving behind a glowing trail.
But then the unexpected happened. The comet turned and plummeted to earth, crashing down in a small town called West Field.
The impact caused a shockwave that knocked out power around the globe, but miraculously… no one was harmed.
The blast that rang out from the meteor sparked with electricity that entered power lines and flowed through the radio waves, sending shocks through every person who was in contact with an electrical device.
For a few days, it seemed as if life would return to normal… but they were wrong.
Strange things began to happen. The individuals who were holding an electronic device during the chaos began to develop special abilities and powers.
Strangely enough, the powers varied. Some were elemental based while some physical..
As is to be expected with such powers, each individual chose how to use their abilities. Some for personal gain, some for good and some for evil.
It seemed as if a new era of life had arisen… But, with the rise of super-powered humans came the rise of the curious. The greedy. Those who did not possess these special abilities but would do anything to gain them.
One by one, those with special powers seemed to fade away, trying to hide themselves from those who sought to use their powers against their wills.
Just as soon as the era of superhumans had risen… it fell.
The stories quickly became discarded as myth, save for a few who had personally seen them. But even they eventually let the stories die.
For it seemed the age old tales had been a lie.
Power does not offer you protection, it makes you a target.
And the risk simply wasn’t worth it.
The security guard slowly strolled around the museum, peeking through doorways and around exhibits.
A yawn worked its way up his throat, reminding him that he had coffee brewing in the office.
As he turned and left the room, he didn’t see the sparks that flew from the nearby socket, nor the large bolt of electricity that stretched into the air before morphing into a human shape.
As the electricity faded, dark red hair flopped over the newcomer’s forehead, framing his mask covered face.
He stretched his hands above his head, letting out a long groan. “Traveling through wires is so hard on the back.”
“Oh quit complaining,” a voice snapped too loudly in his ear, causing him to cringe.“Just stay focused and get me my jewelry! It’ll match my outfit perfectly!”
He rolled his eyes. “I know, Aunt Smokey. But I can’t focus with you yelling in my ear. Turn your mic down.”
“Oh I hate modern technolog-”
He chuckled as her voice disappeared. “And she muted herself. Thank goodness.” He removed the ear piece and dropped it into his pocket, just in case she figured out how to get her side working again, and shuffled towards the French exhibit, located in the back.
It didn’t take him long to locate his target. The center attraction.
A large glass case sat on top of a dark wooden stand. Inside were velvet lined pieces made specifically to hold the glittering jewelry. A long golden necklace adorned with gems of dark blue and purple, a matching bracelet lay beside it.
He let out a low whistle as he circled the lighted case. “Well, isn’t that a beauty.”
He froze as a voice sounded behind him.
“Hey you! Freeze and put your hands in the air!” the security guard shouted. “Don’t make any hasty movements!”
A slow smile crawled across the boy's face as he turned around. “I was hoping you’d see me. It makes my job so much more fun.”
“We just got a report of a break in in progress from the West Field Museum.” Bright screens illuminated the dark room as the man quickly typed away on a keyboard.
Standing behind him, a woman frowned as she read the report on one of the many screens. “A curator returned to the museum to pick up some paperwork and found the security guard tied up... with his boots super glued to the floor?”
The pair jumped and spun around at the voice that suddenly piped up behind them.
“Dibs dibs dibs! I know that M.O and I call dibs!”
The woman frowned. “Gwen, what are you doing here?”
The girl in question raised an eyebrow. “Because I live here? This is the basement of our house?” She reached over and flipped a switch, flooding the room with light. “Why are you guys working in the dark anyways? You'll hurt your eyes staring at the screens.”
“Gwen, you should be asleep.”
“So should you, Mom.” She walked across the room and pointed to the screen. “I heard the alarm.”
“We were hoping you wouldn't. You have school in the morning.” Her mother shook her head as she leaned back against the desk. “So you go back to bed while your father and I handle this.”
“But I know who it is! He always super glues people's shoes to the floor.”
There was a small moment of silence before the father groaned. “Is it… what do you call him? Sparky?”
She nodded quickly. “I know him better than anyone! Please let me take this one!” She crossed her arms. “Plus… I’m the only one around here who has a chance of catching him.”
Her parents glanced at each other for a moment before they both sighed and motioned towards the door. “Go ahead.”
“Thank you!” With that, she turned and hurried away.
He carefully lifted the jeweled necklace from the display and dropped it into his satchel. The curator ran out of here about seven minutes ago, which means she will probably show up right about… A smile pulled across his face as he heard the smallest sound of feet landing on the tiled floor.
Reaching back into the display, he pulled out the matching bracelet and held it in the air. “Worn by the Queen of France in the thirteen-sixties. Worth twenty million dollars. And it gets to sit in a museum… doing nothing.” He looked over his shoulder. “It’s such a shame, don’t you think?”
“Put it back, Sparky,” she retorted, crossing her arms.
He let his hand drop to his side. “Why do you do that?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Why do I do what?”
“Call me ‘Sparky’ when you know my name is Trydan.”
She laughed. “Your name is not ‘Trydan’. That’s just what you call yourself because you think it’s cool.”
“It’s cooler than Menjie.”
“I don’t call myself Menjie! You call me that!”
Trydan turned to face her completely, a smirk coming to his face. “Then tell me, have you decided what you want me to call you yet?”
She opened her mouth only to snap it back shut. “No,” she muttered. “I haven’t thought of anything.”
“Then you shall remain Menjie.” Trydan spun the bracelet around on his finger. “Now, I know you didn’t come all the way out here just to argue about our names.”
“You’re not making it out of this museum with that bracelet.” She dropped into a ready stance. “And don’t even think about using your electricity powers to escape through the wiring.”
“Of course not. Where’s the fun in that?” There was a spark of electricity and he was suddenly standing behind her. “See you on the roof.”
“Hey!” Menjie exclaimed as he disappeared. “That’s not fair!”
“Says the girl who can teleport!” He looked down at her from the large, skylight windows. “Catch me if you can, Princess!”
She let out a huff. “Oh, I am so catching him this time!”
It took her less than a second to teleport herself from the exhibit to the roof, but the moment her feet touched the ground, he was running away… just like always.
She couldn’t help but smile as she ran after him, teleporting a few extra buildings so that she was running beside him with just a small street separating them.
His laughter filled the air as he glanced over at her and shook his head.
There was nothing more liberating than running across city rooftops in the dead of night. It was one thing that they both agreed on.
She knew he loved the chase as much as she did because he possessed two abilities that she did not. One being super speed and the other the ability to travel through any electrical system. The fact that he didn’t just poof out let her know that he enjoyed their little runs.
Well, enough thinking and more acting. Time to take him down.
Trydan kept an eye on her as they ran, knowing full well that the moment he looked away she would get him.
The only problem… he was running out of roof.
He glanced forward to see how much ground he had left before immediately returning his attention to the girl in just enough time to see her disappear.
He rolled his eyes and looked around. Where is she going to come from?
He saw her reappear from the corner of his eye a mere second before her weight slammed into him, sending them both rolling across the roof.
Menjie couldn’t help but laugh as she rolled to her knees and moved so she was kneeling behind his head. She grinned as she pinned him down with his shoulders. “Gotcha.”
He huffed. “That’s cheating.”
“Oh come on! I caught you fair and square!”
“You teleported! How is that fair!?”
“There’s no rules against using our powers.”
“If I used mine it would get over too fast. Then it’d just be boring.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you saying I’m slow?”
He shrugged the best he could. “Compared to me, who isn’t?”
“Well,” she started to respond but stopped when he raised an eyebrow at her. “You’ve… got a point.”
The sound of squealing tires pulled their attention to the road below as a large news van screeched to a stop.
Menjie rolled her eyes as a reporter jumped out, followed by several other people. “Why do they always show- hey!” she yelped as he used her distraction to push her over. “Rude!”
“Gotta run, Princess!” He shot her a wink and a two fingered salute. “Better luck next time!”
“Don’t you-” She let her words trail off as his body disappeared, leaving behind a bolt of electricity that quickly shot to a nearby electrical wire and vanished.
She let out a long groan, slamming her hand into the roof. “Great job, Gwen. You’re definitely going to hear about this over breakfast tomorrow.”
He fazed out of the electrical outlet in the kitchen and let out a groan. “Why is doing that so hard on the back?”
“How should I know?”
He rolled his eyes before turning to face his cousin. “It was a rhetorical question, Sabrina.”
“Then don’t ask them out loud, Dylan,” she replied, mocking his tone.
“Where’s your mom?”
“Where do you think? In the living room, watching her TV.”
“It’s three in the morning!”
“She got inspired.”
He sighed, letting his chin drop down to his chest. “She’s going to be cackling all night, isn’t she?”
“Already has.” Sabrina sent him a quick wave as she turned and walked away. “It’s your turn to Smokey-sit. I’m going to bed.”
“Thanks.” He shook his head and headed for the living room. He was several feet away when he heard her let out a long, loud cackle. “She sounds way too happy for whatever it is she just did.” He strolled into the room to see his aunt sitting on the edge of the couch, staring intently at her one true love: Her television.
A television that allowed her to see anyone, anywhere. Past, present or future. It also allowed her to… mess with people and events.
If she had ever seriously altered their timeline, he honestly didn’t know. He’d always been too afraid to ask.
The only way he knew to describe his aunt’s powers was complete and utter chaos. Chaos that she threw around freely. Whether it be a small prank that completely humiliated someone or causing a building she thought was ugly to burn down. She had no remorse and no second thoughts. If she wanted to do it, she did it and it was as simple as that.
Smokey spun around and grinned. “Oh, good!” She jumped to her feet, causing the mess of red curls piled on the top of her head to bounce. “Did you get it?”
He reached into his satchel, pulled out the jewelry and tossed it to her. “Of course.”
She squealed in delight as she put them on. “Oh, it suits me perfectly! I knew it would!” She held her arm up over her head to inspect the bracelet more closely. “Did you have any problems?”
“Of course not.”
“Not even from that girl?”
He shrugged, a small smile pulling across his face. “Of course she caused me problems. She always does.”
“And yet you smile.”
“Well, she’s entertaining.”
Smokey raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Is that all?”
“Of course. What else would there be?” He flashed her a smile as he turned and walked from the room. “Good night, Aunt Smokey. Don’t terrorize too many people.”
She shook her head. “She’s entertaining, huh? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you had a crush.”
He backtracked to shake his head at her. “Not a chance. I already have a girlfriend, remember?”
“Oh, yes.” She chuckled as her nephew disappeared. “I know all about the girlfriend.”
Gwen yawned as she padded into the dining room, braiding her mass of blond hair. “Good morning.”
“Morning, Gwen.” Her father looked at her from over top of his newspaper. “How did it go last night? You didn’t come report when you got home.”
“It was getting late.” She plopped down into her seat. “He got away.”
“Dad, he can travel through wires!” She shrugged. “And he’s also really fast.”
“She’s right, Mark,” her mother said as she entered the room, carrying a plate stacked high with pancakes. “We might need a place that can hold the boy before we actually catch him.”
“Oh! That reminds me!” Mark folded his newspaper, setting it to the side. “Our new Sheriff, my old high school buddy, seems to have some ideas on how to contain him.”
Gwen froze, her fork halfway to her mouth. “What? How!?”
“I don’t know yet, but he’s determined to get the dangerous criminals off the streets.”
She sputtered out a laugh. “Dangerous? Trydan is harmless.”
The man huffed. “Julia, talk to your daughter.”
“Gwen, you-” Julia’s voice drifted off as she looked around. “Where’s Maisey? Oh no!” She ran from the room, only to return a few minutes later, her five year old daughter in her arms.
“Maisey! What have I told you about getting into my makeup!?”
Maisey laughed as she was set on the dining room table. Her face was completely covered in a mass amount of makeup. She had eyeshadow around her eyes and down her nose, dark pink blush everywhere, and lipstick smeared from her chin to her cheeks. “I wanna look fabulous!”
“You’re too young to look fabulous!” Julia groaned as she hurried from the room to get a wet cloth. “This stuff isn’t meant to just wash off!”
“Now, Gwen,” Mark continued, reclaiming his eldest’s attention. “As Mayor, it is my duty to-”
Gwen couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as the sound of the doorbell filled the house, rescuing her from the lecture she had heard a million times.
“Gwen!” her mother called. “It’s your friend!”
Gwen grinned as she pushed back from the table and grabbed her backpack from its place in the corner. “Gotta go!”
“I want you home right after school!” Mark called after her. “I have a press conference and my P.R. rep thinks it would be great for my family to be there!”
“Okay, Dad!” She pulled the front door closed behind her and let out a deep breath. “I hate press conferences.” The sound of a quiet chuckle pulled her attention to the boy standing at the bottom of the porch steps.
“Being the Mayor’s daughter must be a lot of fun.”
“Oh, loads.” She jogged down the stairs before turning to look up at him. “Good morning, Dylan.”
He grinned. “Good morning.” He took a step forward, offering her a small bow. “May I escort you to school?”
She rolled her eyes, accepting his extended hand. “You are such a dork.”
“But I’m your dork, right?” His bright blue eyes sparkled behind his glasses.
She couldn’t resist the urge to roll her eyes again. “Of course you’re my dork. Now we need to go or we’re going to be late.”
He chuckled softly. “I certainly don’t need to give your father any reasons to keep you away from our date this Saturday.”
“We don’t have a...” She stopped herself when he started smiling. “Oh. This is you asking me, right?”
He nodded. “I was thinking, maybe a picnic?” He looked down at her, his eyes wide. “Only if you want to! Or, you don’t have other plans already. It’s completely fine if you can’t-”
“Dylan!” She couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of her as she bumped into his side. “I’m free Saturday. And I think a picnic would be perfect.”
He let out a sigh of relief as he released her hand so he could put his arm around her shoulders. “Okay. I thought I’d messed up there for a second and you were gonna run for the hills.”
She shook her head. “You’re a dork.”
As they entered their classroom, Gwen found herself instantly swamped by other students.
Being the daughter of the Mayor, it gave her almost instant popularity… although she wished it didn’t.
She watched as Dylan slipped away to his seat, easily ignored by the crowd. Lucky..
“Gwen! Did you hear about the robbery last night? What’s your father’s plan?”
“I really don’t know.” She backed away slowly, trying to find an opening for escape.
“But I hear the new Sheriff has it covered.”
A loud clap echoed through the room, startling the group.
“Alright students!” the teacher called. “To your seats! We’ve got a lot of ground to cover today or you won’t be ready for the quiz on Friday.”
The air was filled with the sounds of groans and mutters as the teens dispersed, finding their way to their desks.
Gwen dropped into her seat with a huff. Why can’t I go anywhere without being bombarded?
Dylan chuckled quietly from his seat next to hers. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “I’m fine.”
She watched as he turned his attention to a book he had laying open on his desk and a small smile crawled across her face.
According to nearly everyone, there was no rational reason for her to like Dylan. They were nearly complete opposites.
While she was popular and had to put up a front of confidence and perfection, Dylan was quiet and went unnoticed by most.
She had to be outgoing and positive. Always dressed to perfection without a hair out of place.
He just kept to himself, huddled up over a book, wearing his too-big plaid hoodie and oversized glasses. The beanie he always wore forced his dark red hair to poke out all around his face, nearly hiding his eyes at times.
But, there were times that it seemed like he was the only person in the world who didn’t expect to gain anything from knowing her.
Around him, she could just be herself. She could say something stupid or make a mistake without worrying about it being posted all the news. She could tell him anything…
Well, almost anything.
“Students,” the teacher’s voice cut through her thoughts. “Please turn your books to page one hundred and seventy-two. Today we will…”
“You seem distracted today,” Dylan commented as they slowly made their way to Gwen’s house.
She looked up at him with a small smile. “Just thinking.”
He stepped a little closer to her. “What about?”
“I like boring stuff.”
She couldn’t stop the smile that forced its way across her face as she leaned over, bumping her shoulder against his. “That’s why I like you. I can be boring.”
“Oh please, you are never boring.” He pressed a quick kiss into the side of her head. “I have to run. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Okay.” She watched as he jogged away before turning and walking up the driveway. She had just stepped on the porch when the front door swung open and her mother ushered her inside.
“Gwen! Come in quickly!”
“Just come in!” Julia turned and hurried away. “You need to see the news.”
Gwen ran into the house and to the living room, where her parents were staring at the television.
The report showed a large, vaguely familiar looking building consumed by flames.
“What’s happening?” she asked slowly, only to jump back when her father lurched to his feet.
“This was set intentionally!” he yelled. “It was set by that boy.”
Gwen frowned. “What boy?”
Julia sighed. “Mark, sit down.” She turned to face her daughter with a sad smile. “The reports are that the fire was caused by a large electrical surge coming from one of the sockets. And not a natural one. This was on purpose. And we think-”
“No, we know!” Mark was back to his feet. “There is no one else in this town with powers beside you and that boy. And he’s the only one with electrical powers.”
Gwen’s eyes widened. “Wait. You think Trydan did this!?” She shook her head quickly. “No no no. He wouldn’t!”
Julia laid a hand on Gwen’s shoulder. “We’d all like to believe that dear, but-”
“No! I know Trydan!” She stepped out of her mother’s hold. “He’s a prankster and a thief and… and makes really bad decisions but… he would never destroy anything. And he would never endanger people’s lives!”
Mark took a deep breath, calming himself down. “Honey, I know you want to believe that there’s good in that boy but… I think he got bored with his piddly crimes and decided to go bigger and more dangerous.”
“Dad, you don’t understand.” She faced her father, pleading with him to listen. “He wouldn’t do this. I promise. You have to believe me. This isn’t Trydan.”
She didn’t wait to hear what he was going to say. She turned and ran up to her room.
I need to talk to Trydan… now.
Trydan stared at the burning inferno.
Even from where he stood on a rooftop thirty yards away, he could feel the radiating heat and the smell burnt his nose.
He turned as he heard the sound of footsteps landing on the roof behind him and his eyebrows raised. “What brings you out in the daylight?”
Menjie shrugged. “Same as you.” She stared at the fire for a long moment before looking him straight in the eye. “Did you do this?”
Trydan’s eyes widened in horror. “What!? No! Of course I didn’t!”
A small smile pulled across her face as her shoulders slumped in relief. “I know. I just needed to hear you say it.”
He let out a short laugh. “I even have an alibi but it would do me no good. They don’t know about this.” He motioned to his outfit and mask. “So she couldn’t vouch for me. It also wasn’t my aunt. I checked.”
They watched the fire for several minutes before he looked down at her.
“Everyone thinks I did it, don’t they?”
She gave a small nod. “The fire was caused by an unnatural electrical surge inside the building.”
“Great.” He raked a hand through his hair. “Surprised my Aunt didn’t see… Look out!” He grabbed the girl around the waist and flung them both out of the way of a large blast of fire that shot through the air.
He hit the roof with groan before realizing that he had gone a little too far. The solid ground beneath his back disappeared as he slid over the edge and in the next moment, they were both plummeting towards the ground.
Menjie squeezed her eyes shut. Please work please work please work! She felt the rush of cold that came with her teleportation. She opened her eyes in just enough time to see the sky above before she and Trydan fell the last few inches to the alleyway floor.
Trydan let out a deep breath as he sprawled out on the ground, taking one deep breath after another. “I… I didn’t know you could… teleport more than…. One person.”
She shook her head as she rolled to her knees. “I didn’t either. But it was either that or we became pancakes.”
He pushed himself to a sitting position and twisted to look at her. “Thanks.”
She waved a hand dismissively. “Sure.” She started to stand but stopped when Trydan grabbed her arm. “What?”
He nodded towards the entrance of the ally. “Think you can do that one more time?”
She slowly turned to follow his gaze and her blood ran cold.
Standing about six yards away was a man… but that’s all she could tell.
He was completely covered in flames but wasn’t being burned. Smoke poured off his being, slowly filling the small space with a suffocating smog. “You can run, but you can’t hide,” an echoey voice called. “I have already found and extracted the powers from other, so called, superhumans. Power that I now possess as my own. You will be no different.”
Trydan grabbed Menjie’s shoulders. “Get us out of here! Now!”
She shut her eyes as a blast of fire was shot their way. She felt the wave of heat wash over her before they were back on the roof they had previously abandoned. She let out a gasp as she stumbled. “I don’t… I don’t think I can do that again!”
Without a word, Trydan swept her off of her feet and took off running, ignoring the angry yells of the man they left behind.
In a matter of seconds they were miles away and he skid to a stop, not caring about the ground he tore up in the process. “You okay?”
She nodded as he sat her back on her feet. “Thanks. Who knew teleporting two people would take so much energy?” She looked at him with a smile. “Thanks for the rescue.”
“Of course.” He looked back the way they came. “Who was that?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think I want to know.” She swallowed thickly as she looked up at him. “Do… Do you think he was telling the truth? About being able to extract our powers?”
“I don’t know.” He raked a hand through his hair. “All I know is that, as we are right now… it’s not safe. We need to get back to our civilian lives and go home. We’ll try to figure things out later.”
She gave a small nod. “Yeah.”
He turned to leave but stopped to send her a smile. “Hey, it’ll be okay.” With that, he was gone.
She looked around for the nearest spot that offered privacy, her heart pounding in her chest. How will everything be okay? What if the guy was telling the truth? What kind of danger is he willing to put innocent people in to get his way?
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