Waiting for a Ride in the Dark
Hyper-Senses: superior (rank 2)
She stood there underneath the light of a single street light as she stared into the darkness. Her long platinum blonde hair veiled her face as she shuffled her feet. She wondered when they would pick her up as she had once again proven to be useless. The night was too quiet, there was nothing for her to stop and she knew that wasn’t good for the cameras.
She sighed when her ears perked up. They began to burn red hot as she walked into the darkness. There were barely any lights on in the neighborhood, partially because it was late, partially because half the houses had become long abandoned. However she felt at home in the darkness as her fingers glided along the rough edges of a chain link fence.
As she rounded a corner she stood there and watched as a young girl with thin black hair pushed herself in a swing, dangling as her soft cries echoed into the still night. Making her way towards the girl she held out a hand as the girl pulled away from her.
“I won’t hurt you” she said softly as she knelt down to look at the girl in her eyes.
“Who are you?” the girl was cautious, lines formed on her cheeks where tears had run down as her fingers were red from gripping the chains of the swing too hard.
“My name’s Lyra.”
“Claire…” the girl finally reached out and touched Lyra’s hand.
Look and See Her Eyes, They Glow
Telekinesis: supreme (rank 3)
- Ranged Attack
- Area Affect
Lyra didn’t ask why Claire was out so late but she was determined to walk the girl home. As they passed through the back ways and old parks she could feel the young girl clutching onto her as they walked through the tattered streets of Lowtown. Lyra kept shooting back looks at unsavory types who kept eyeing the two of them. Most often they would look away almost immediately.
Claire looked over at Lyra and asked “aren’t you afraid of them?”
“The bad men, you know around here.”
Lyra stopped for a moment and looked at Claire “I’ve dealt with bad men all my life sweetie.”
Lyra smiled as she looked at a beat up pick-up truck. Her eyes glassed over and glowed as she raised it off the ground, lifting it high up as Claire looked on in awe. Clenching her fist Lyra crushed the pick up into a small ball as the tires flew every which way. Claire squealed in excitement as Lyra looked over at her.
“Want to have some fun?” The young girl nodded.
Lyra pulled her other hand out and pointed it at Claire. The young girl soon started floating in the air as she screamed “higher! Higher!”
She flipped the girl, making her do loop de loops as the two continued to play in the middle of the street.
Looking at the Mutating Skyline
Combat Supremacy: supreme (rank 3)
- Ranged Attack
- Area Affect
- Super Area of Effect
“This is your home?” Lyra looked at a dilapidated bungalow that smelled like it was next to a fertilizer factory. The girl nodded as Lyra pushed her along as the girl didn’t seem eager to return home. Using a quick finger wag Lyra forced the girl forward up to her door as she knocked on it with a telekinetic thud.
When the door opened Lyra saw the greasy and obviously inebriated man in only his boxers. He looked around before finally looking down at his daughter who didn’t dare look at him in the eyes.
“Where the fuck have you been you little shit.”
“I.. she… helped me get home.”
Claire pointed back at Lyra who just stared at the man. The man looked at Lyra as he laughed “you want some kind of reward? You want something for bringing this little shit back home? How about this as you reward huh?” He reached down and slapped Claire with a nasty back hand.
From out the front door another girl, teenage, ran to the father wielding a broom as she tried to hit him. She got a few good whacks on his head screaming “leave her alone!”
The man suddenly turned around grabbing her throat and throwing her against the wall of the house as he reached into the girl’s pants.
“You want me to pay attention to you? Jealous or something? I can do that if you…”
Lyra’s eyes started to glass over as she walked towards the front door.
“Bitch, if you think you’re going to… nngghhhhhh!” The man started to grab his throat as he was lifted into the air. Claire ran to her sister and hugged her as they both watched their father suspended in the night sky. Against the red smoke of the factories around them he had an eerie glow as Lyra flicked her finger up and down. Suddenly a large incision formed on his torso as he tried to scream in pain. Lyra clapped her hands together and ripped them apart as if she was trying to open a pair of barn doors. Suddenly the man’s ribs cracked open as his screams filled the evening. She started to shake the man vigorously as his entrails spilled from his chest cavity onto the grass. Lyra finally closed her eyes, opening them again returning to normal as the father dropped to the lawn in a dead heap.
As she left the home Claire and her sister just stared, unsure at what had transpired before them.