Guns, Guns, Guns, I love guns.
Eldritch Energy: standard (rank 1)
Shit. Double shit.
They were not supposed to be here yet. The whole campus had gone on some trip up into the mountains surrounding and I opted not to go because of some sickness I had faked.
It was a beautiful day to soak up some sun and I didn't want to waste it. I preferred absorbing sunlight in the nude, and it was rare that I got the opportunity to do so, besides, absorbing water through my pores felt infinitely more relaxing than drinking it. I could literally feel my pores expanding and contracting to suck the water in. It was almost like an all-round body massage. And you had you definitely had to be naked to get the most out of that experience, which explained my current predicament.
"Um, Ms. Samuels?" Mr. Enriquez finally seemed to find his voice, "What on earth do you think you're doing?"
Shit. I would definitely need some good range time to get over this. Shooting always put my mind at ease and was something I picked up from my older brother and uncle. I already had my gun licence at 19 years, and had a collection of lots and lots of guns. My Sig Sauer was my favourite. Sig and I would definitely be having some alone time killing some targets this afternoon. Hell, I would have to bring out the Berretas, the AK-47, up to the mother-flipping bazooka to deal with this stress.
Induced Sleep: standard (rank 1)
Move, feet. Move!
The only answer I could supply Mr. Enriquez and my berating mind was a helpless, mortified, little squeak.
I was even more rooted now that the boys began to snicker and utter little catcalls and whistles. No amount of shooting time could remedy this shitzoid.
I felt my feet, trembling, quivering, as they ached to move, but remained frozen to the spot,and just like that, I lost it.
Sleeping gas erupted forcefully from my pores and my open mouth, the yellow-green voluminous gas, covering the lawn in a matter of seconds.
With a collective groan, Mr. Enriquez and the students of Divine Identity Institute slumped to the ground in an untidy bundle and fell asleep.
It was then I found the strength to hightail it outta there to my rooms.
Sleeping Gas/ Plant Gas
Commander: superior (rank 2)
Oh shit! Shit! Oh Shit!
I had just put the entire student population and a member of staff of the Institute after giving them more than a glimpse of my naked green-ness. If I didn't die of mortification now, the Headmaster of mom would finally kill me when she heard about it.
And this was all because of my damn stupid powers which they had been trying to tell me, made me special. Of course I was special, but not in a good way. I was a GODDAMNED FREAK!!!
Damn powers! Why didn't they work like they were supposed to, and when they were supposed to? My pores, in addition, to the normal functions of pores as in regular humans and other Nephs, allowed me absorb water from around me. My pores also have the abiltiy to secrete this gas that puts people and pretty much any creature that breathes to sleep within seconds. Very potent stuff. It also has this secondary effect of allowing me to animate and control plants, making me like some weird plant puppeteer. I could also breathe this gas out from my lungs.
Of course, it did give me the advantage when we went on field missions in heavily wooded areas or areas in which there was plant life. I could do practically anything with plants. Even make them my own private army. Luckily, I had complete control over this aspect of my power, that is, in the way I controlled plants. However, sometimes when I get stressed I release the sleeping gas/plant gas unconsciously or reflexively. Which was why I was in my current predicament. Well, at least it was one of the reasons.
Die, Effing Targets, Die!!!!!
Marksman: standard (rank 1)
Two hours of blasting away with almost every artillery in my collection and I had almost forgotten about my accident earlier in the day. Thank God Uncle Elroy was fairly wealthy and invested in my interest in firearms. Like him, and, Patrick, my brother, Nothing took the edge off things like a good shoot at the range. Unless it was hunting live prey during hunting season.
I was almost feeling real good now, but I wasn't planning on leaving my room for the day. Maybe if I gave them a little time they would forget about today in favor of some newer fresher school gossip. Or at least, be speaking about it less. I sighed. Not much chance of that happening.
I headed to the shower. I was gonna take a bath. Have something to eat, and go to bed. I had food enough to eat stashed in my room. I didn't have to go out to have dinner or supper. Besides, I had no need to eat much food, since the chlorophyll in my skin made its own food when exposed to sunlight. Most people's skin made Vitamin D. Mine made Vitamin D and glucose. Sigh.
Eldritch Energy: standard (rank 1)
"Excuse me?!!!" I shrieked.
You can imagine my shock when Elias John-Jackson, Captain of the Elites, a group of Nephs, comprised mainly of upper school students, who trained to become superheroes approached me with an offer to join their team. I was like, huh? What? Me?
I mean, why would they pick me? And I always thought of superheroes as corny. And I let him think so.
He had chuckled and replied, "What you did earlier today took a lot of guts, kid. Not many people would deliberately and so brazenly challenge the status quo like that. You got guts and we need someone like that on the Elites, You'd make a good super."
Of course, I had thought that he was putting me on, and told him so.
He laughed again, "What can you by the way, Plant Girl? What's your real name, anyways?"
"And what can you do, Rebecca? You control plants, yes? And apparently you put people to sleep, and you're pretty good with a gun, I've heard."
I blinked, "People talk about me?"
"Of course, they do, you're weird," he caught himself, seeing my expression, "Not in a bad way, necessarily. You're different,is all. And people notice different. Different can be good."
I had to hand it to him. He was quick on his feet and considerate.
"Well," I had told him, "I do control plants and put people to sleep with a gas I excrete from my skin and my mouth. Plus, as you say, I'm very good with guns. Apart from that, I absorb sunlight through my skin to make my own food, so I really don't need to eat human food all that much...."
"Yeah, I had heard about that. Guess I shouldn't have been surprised, though, you being a plant girl, and all that..."
"... plus, extra sunlight is converted and stored as heat energy and I can release it as heat blast from my hands and eyes or to heat my body."
That last got him to shut the hell up.
"Wait up, what did you say?" he said after an open-mouthed pause.
"Extra sunlight is..."
"No! The last part."
"I can shoot heat blasts from my hands and eyes?"
"You're a blaster?" He said incredulously.
"Yeah, but if I run out of heat reserves, I have to recharge with sunlight and it makes me feel weak."
"Awesome! We need more blasters on the team! You're exactly what we need. Come to the gymnasium this evening at 4."
This happened just this morning. And just like that, I was on the Elites.
Which explained why this evening I was in the gymnasium weak and exhausted after blasting numerous targets with my solar blasts, each after rounds of applause and cheers! I couldn't believe this! I was ecstatic!
And top of it all, they allowed me to use my guns. EFFING HELL YEAH!!!! To tell the truth I was real nervous until they allowed me to bring the guns out. Now, I was on a high.
Now that I was to study and train to become a superhero and fight crime and injustice, I was told that I would have to train really hard,and would be put in a number of all sorts of competitions, field exercises and real-life scenarios to hone my skills and prove myself and serve the greater good while in training.
Well, as long as it has a lot of shooting and doesn't require me top talk to too many people I'm good.