What's this? Is it a new story? I think it is!
It's me again, I'm back!
I'm sorry if this is an epic failure, but I thought it was a great idea.
Warning; The F-Bomb is dropped a lot.
So, this is a branch off to Indescribable, and it may become as long as that one, or it may be only a few chapters long.
So, I hope you enjoy this story as much as Indescribable.
So, without futher ado,
I give you, Un Natural!
Love Always,
~Pho:)
"Clare! Ow! You caught me on fire! How did you do that?" Adam shrieked as he stamped his shirt with his foot.
"I-I don't know! I'm sorry, but somehow you knew what I was going to say and I couldn't let you say it! And how did I end up on Eli's bed?" She questioned.
"That might be my fault," I muttered as I teleported out of the closet, "Sorry about that." I muttered. They looked at me with shocked, pale faces.
"What the heck is going on?" Clare whispered.
"Well isn't it obvious? We've got super powers." I said.
Okay, let me back up. It didn't start out this way. We were just three best friends, thicker than thick. Though, we weren't exactly ordinary to begin with, starting with our association with each other. Let's start with the seemingly most normal one in our bunch; Clare Edwards. Clare was the bright, blue eyed beauty. But she is not your normal fifteen year old girl. She is wise beyond her years, and has knowledge most people won't even be able to comprehend. She's got stunning blue eyes and chin length, auburn hair. Her pale complexion contrasting with the light pink tint of her cheeks makes her resemble a rose, the petals her perfect shaped lips. Okay, I'm getting a little off topic here, but as you can probably see, I'm infatuated with her. But, she's one of the only two best friend's I have, ergo, a relationship would be impossible. On to the next one!
Adam Torres. Awesome dude. Though, some people wouldn't say he in fact is a dude. He's and FTM, and for you dimwadds who don't know what that is, or are just too insensitive to care, it means Female to Male Transgender. He was born in a girl's body. But Adam doesn't let his physical appearance betray who he really is. A guy. And an amazing one at that. He's the only one I could keep a conversation with on comic books for hours and hours on end. But that's not the point at matter here.
Because there's always me, me as in Elijah Goldsworthy, but I prefer Eli, if you'd be so kind. I…well, where do I begin? People see me as the dark, brooding, pissed at the world type of guy. But what I get the biggest kick out of is what people think my name is "Goth Kid", or "Emo Boy", like really? Goth, I can understand. I mean, it could have something to do with my complete black attire and the vintage hearse I drive (What can I say, I like to be different!) But Emo? Why, because I'm an intellectual person and flip my hair to get it out of my eyes? Neanderthals…
Well…those are the basics, so let's get on with the story!
Yesterday Afternoon
"Eli, if you had a super power, what would it be?" Clare asked as she, Adam, and I sat at the park bench.
"I don't know…probably telekinesis. That way I could like teleport and move things with out having to move a finger." I smirked, imagining the good life.
"Yeah, well, there's another word for that called laziness," Adam quipped, poking me in my cheek, "And don't you have to be able to think to do that?" He teased.
"Oh, ha. Ha. Very funny, Machismo." I said as I proceeded to punch him in the arm, "What about you?" I asked him.
"Hmm…I'd totally want to read peoples' minds," Adam said smugly.
"What, you wanna be the next Edward Cullen and confess your undying love to Clare?" I joked and Clare's face blushed a deep red.
"Oh, yes, because I'm the one that's just so in love with Clare. In fact, Clare, will you marry me?" He laughed causing Clare to giggle at the absurdity of the situation.
"Of course, Adam!" She laughed.
"No, seriously, I love you and all, but this would never work. You're a vampire novel reading smart girl and I'm more of action packed comic book reading guy. Sorry." He said, shrugging his shoulders, flashing a grin.
"I'm so heart broken," Clare sniffed, pretending to wipe a tear a way. The two of them burst with laughter.
"You two are weird," I muttered. "What about you, Clare; if you had a super power, what would you want it to be?" I asked.
"It's not necessarily a super power, but an affinity. In the series I'm reading, The House of Night(1)—"
"Oh please don't tell me it's another one of your vampire novels," I teased.
"In fact, it is. Anyway, some of the fledgling vampyres(1) have what they call affinities. The main character, Zoey, has an affinity for all five elements; spirit, wind, air, water, and fire. I've always wanted to be able to control the element of fire."
"What are you, a Pyro now?" I asked teasingly.
"No, Eli," She muttered annoyed, causing me to chuckle.
"Wait, so you want to be like the Human Torch?" Adam asked.
"You read way too many comics," I mocked.
"No, not like the Human Torch. I'd just like to be able to like, conjure up the element, be able to manipulate the power." She explained.
"So…you'd want to be able to…control it, with you hands and mind?" I asked.
"Exactly." She smiled, cheerily.
"That would be one pretty kick ass power!" Adam explained.
"Yeah, that's the point."
"What happened to, "You Can't Fight Fire With Fire"?" I teased.
"You are such a dork." She giggled.
When continued to laugh and joke around like we always do, until a loud crack of thunder blasted over head, dark rain clouds looming over us. A few water drops fell from the sky.
"We should get going," Clare said, looking up at the sky.
"Really?" I asked sarcastically and she stuck her tongue out at me.
"Come, guys, let's go." Adam urged.
We got up from the bench and made our way to Morty. Half way there, it started pouring.
"Dammit!" We all yelled simultaneously, and sprinted towards Morty. When we got to the car, we all squeezed into the front seat, not having the patience to move it up so someone could get in the back.
"Man, let's just go to your house," Adam suggested. I started the car and took a back road to avoid traffic.
"Eli, I thought we were going to your place," Clare said after a few minutes of driving.
"We are."
"We should have been there by now. Eli, do you know where you're going?" She asked.
"I think I know how to get to my own house, Blue Eyes." I retorted.
"I'm just saying, it's raining too hard to see anything."
"Clare, will you relax?"
"Why don't you just pull over?"
"And do what?"
"Will the two of you just shut up?" Adam groaned. We both looked at him.
"Stay out of it." We snapped at him.
"Clare, do you have a driver's license? No, I think not. However, I do, so let me do exactly that; drive."
"No, I'm not old enough, but I do have a sense of direction and a sense of when it's too dangerous to drive."
"Well it's a little hard to drive with you pestering me the whole time."
Flash!
"AHH!" We all yelled when sparks flashed off the hood of Morty as lighting struck the hearse. Not expecting this, I swerved off the side of the road. I slammed on the brakes and looked out of the dashboard in horror.
"What the fuck was that?" Adam asked.
"I think we were struck by lighting." Clare whispered, wearing a similar look to mine.
"But-how-if-what!" Adam blabbered.
"I don't know. You guys, are you guys okay?" I asked. They nodded silently, still in shock.
"Eli, do me a favor." Clare whispered.
"What?"
"Get back on the main road." She pleaded. And without saying anything further, I turned around and got back onto the main road.
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The rest of that day was…just very odd. As we hung out at my house, at first it was like the whole, 'damn, we just got struck by lighting!' part of the day never accord. But as the day went on, things got weirder than normal.
"Eli, can you open a window in here or something, I'm sweating like a dog." Clare complained. Adam and I looked at her like she was crazy.
"Clare, what are you talking about? The AC is on and it's like…fifty five degrees in here," I argued.
"I can't feel it, are you sure it's not broken?" She asked.
"Uh, yeah, look at Adam, his teeth are about to crack from them chattering so much."
"Shut it, Goldsworthy," He threatened.
"Just trying to prove a point," I defended, "Are you feeling alright, Blue Eyes?" I asked.
"Yeah, Eli, I feel fine. I'm just really hot," She assured. Adam placed the back of his hand on her forehead and quickly removed it.
"Damn, Clare, you are literally burning up!" Adam exclaimed, "You need to go home."
"But, Adam, I. Feel. Fine. I'm just really hot," She said.
"Clare, maybe you should…" I said.
"I'm fine just, get me something cold please." She asked. First sign.
"Sure, you want anything, Adam?" I asked as I got up and walked into the kitchen.
"Ibuprofen?" He called and I mentally groaned.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I literally just got a killer headache," Second Sign.
"Knowing you, you're probably just hungry," I jabbed.
"Shut up, asshole, and get me the freaking medicine." He demanded.
"Yes, your highness," I said, bowing.
"If I'm the king, does that make you the Court Jester?" He quipped.
"You're pushing it, Torres," I seethed.
"Then don't be such a smartass and get me the damn medicine."
Muttering profanities, I got them each there requested specimens.
"Thank you," said Clare as I handed her a can of Pepsi, compared to Adam who just glared at me. I put my hands up in surrender.
"I'm putting up my white flag." I announced.
"Good, you would've lost anyway," He smirked. Clare perceived my next remark and silenced me before I did.
"Would you two just be quiet?"
"Yeah, no seriously, my head is killing me."
"Alright, alright," I muttered, "Uh, Clare? Are you going to drink the Soda?" I asked. She was currently rubbing it on her neck and chest. Oh sweet merciful Lord…
"Yeah, seriously, we're guys. We are not at all to be held responsible for things we may say or think at that image," Adam said.
"Pervs…" She muttered, causing Adam and I to chuckle.
I started looking for the remote and saw it was on the TV stand beside Adam.
"Dude, will you hand me the remote?' I asked.
"It's right next to you,"
"No, it's not it's on the—couch next to me?" I questioned confusedly. Third Sign.
"Told you,"
"Bu it was just…"
"Urrrrrrrrg, my head is pounding!" Adam exclaimed.
"You know what, Eli, I think I'm just gonna go home; possibly sit in a tub of ice," Clare said as she got up from the arm chair she was adorning.
"Yeah, dude, me too. Maybe I can sleep this off," Adam muttered.
"You guys want me to give you a ride home?" I asked.
"No, we'll walk. Besides, it's cooler outside than in the house," Clare said as she grabbed Adam's hand and walked down the steps.
Now, I know what you're thinking; Aren't you jealous? And the answer is no. Why? Because I know Adam, and I know Clare. Adam knows I like Clare, and wouldn't do that to me. Besides, they practically grew up together. The love each other, but in a brotherly-sisterly way. I'm used to it.
"I'll see you guys tomorrow," I called and shut the door behind me. Our nights together aren't usually screaming normality, but that was just weird. I thought nothing of it, just blaming it on the storm. I looked at the clock and it was about ten, and I was exhausted. I just wanted to go to sleep. I looked up at the steps in horror. Twenty-Five steps I would have to tread. I just wanted to be in my room, in my bed, without having to work to get there. I let my eyes droop closed and heard a whooshing noise in my ear. I opened my eyes to see I was standing in the middle of my bedroom. What the actual fuck?
I blinked hard again, opening them but nothing happened. Now I know I'm not crazy. Or am I…Okay, think Goldsworthy; what did you do? I blinked again, but this time I thought of where I wanted to be. I heard the familiar whoosh of air and I opened my eyes and I was in my kitchen. I was in my fucking kitchen! What, the Hell is going on? This can't be real. Who's going to believe me? Adam. I've gotta tell Adam. Phone, phone, where is the phone? There it is sitting on the counter. Wait a second…the remote control 'magically' came to me earlier…maybe the phone can to? And just like that, the phone flew into my hand. This cannot be happening.
I dialed the number, "Pick up, pick up, pick up!" I muttered into the receiver.
Hello?
"ADAM!" I yelled into the phone.
Oh, man, dude, calm the fuck down, my head is pounding. What do you want? He asked.
"Man, things are happening to me. I don't know how and I don't know why, but it's freaking me out!" I muttered quickly.
Goldsworthy, what are you talking about?
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you…"
Then why did you call?
"I had to tell somebody…You know what, I'll show you! Can I come over?"
Dude, it's like eleven o'clock, my mom is gonna freak, He warned.
"Trust me, your mother will never know I'm there. Just do me a favor?"
What?
"Please have clothes on when I get there, I will be there in literally three seconds," I informed.
What ever, just stay quiet. And with that I hung up the phone.
Okay, what did I do before…I thought about where I wanted to go and blinked. Adam's house, no, I'll probably appear in the living room were his parents or Drew will see me…I got it! I closed my eyes, Adam's room.
Whoosh.
I opened my eyes and there I was, standing in the middle of Adam's comic strewn bedroom.
"Oh my God…" Adam whispered in disbelief.
"I told you," I said.
"How the fuck did you just do that?"
"I don't know! All of the sudden I was standing at the bottom of the stairs, then bam! I'm in my room. Then the kitchen, and then here. Oh and that's not all," I looked across the room to see the latest issue of The Goon lying on his desk. "Watch this." I said as I turned towards the desk. I thought about what I wanted, and like the phone, the comic book came flying into my hand. Adam looked back and forth between the desk and I in utter shock.
"Wha-huh-bu-no way…" Adam muttered.
"What the fuck is happening to me?"
"Maybe you got bitten by a radioactive spider," He mused.
"I'm moving things with my mind, not scaling buildings and shooting webs out of my fucking palm." I remarked.
"Well you got any other ideas?"
"No…"
"Wait? Why did you get the awesome super powers?"
"I don't know…" Maybe you're a freak enough already… I thought.
"Who you calling a freak, hearse driver?"
"Adam, I didn't say anything…out loud! Oh my God, Adam, I think you just read my mind!"
"Oh my God…" He muttered, covering his mouth.
"Okay, what am I thinking now?" Okay, the first thing that popped into my head, Clare. But not just anything about Clare; her eyes.
"Eyes? Dude, what the fuck?" Adam questioned.
"No, not just eyes; Clare's. And, Oh my God, you just read my mind."
"And you teleported into my room; we're even," He rebutted, "No one's going to believe us."
"Who would we tell?" I questioned as I sat beside him on his bed.
"Clare?" He reasoned.
"What's to say she hasn't been infected herself. She was acting just as odd as we were. Remember how you got a killer head ache? That remote magically appeared right next to me when I know it was on the TV stand. Clare all of the sudden had a crazy fever? What if she got powers, too."
"Maybe you're right. But you might not want to go popping into her bedroom. She may not appreciate it as much as you would,"
"Watch it, Torres."
"Kidding…mostly. Well as much as I would love for you to stay, I don't want you to. So please, leave." He said.
"Okay, but I'll be back in the morning so we can find out what's going on with Clare."
"Eli, we still don't know what's going on with us. You're just making excuses to see her."
"Will you stay out of my fucking head?"
"I'd love to, if only I could get out of Drew's. His thoughts are nasty, dude."
"Don't want to know," I stopped him, "What time should I be here?"
"Clare doesn't get out of church until eleven thirty, so I'll text her and tell her from there, come straight here because it's important. So, eleven o'clock?"
"Great, see you in twelve hours." And with the blink of an eye, I teleported back into my own bedroom. The last thought running through my mind before I let sleep succumb me; am I ever going to have to drive Morty again?
So what do you think? I hope it wasn't that bad...
I'll be working on this and My Best Friend's Girl, though I'm stuck on that one,
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