Author's Note
..::PLEASE READ::..
This is literally just me playing with an idea.
So, fans will realise whats going on, and i'll say now, i'm using teleportation as an almost general power. Not sure how that works yet lol.
I would like to know people's veiws on the concept and what reactions the character, Kel, would get rather than just comments on the writing itself. Tesla's is an obvious reaction of course.
Any questions or ideas feel free to PM me, and as for the reactions, ask me questions directed at Kel because i'm not sure how else to get personalities across.

So, may the conroversies begin.

I woke up cuffed.

The lovely Hispanic family I'd stayed with were likely dead because of me; bounty hunters are merciless and they were too close, I shouldn't have stopped. That poor little girl… the youngest had clung to my leg and didn't want to leave me alone.

I started to open my eyes, still groggy from the attack I didn't remember.

"Now lookie here." I heard someone say. They took me harshly from the chin and yanked me head around to face them. "Not going to defend yourself?" The man asked me, laughing.

"I don't know what you mean." I said, putting a tremble in my words and giving him a scared look, "I just want to go home!"

The bounty hunter pulled out a blade and held it at my cheek. "You can't fool me. Pretty little liar aren't you?" The blade bit into my skin and I felt a warm trickle going down my neck. The bounty hunter held up a small test tube with his other hand and put it in the way of the trail of blood.

I pulled at the cuffs until they started to threaten to take the skin from my hands with them.

"If you're planning on injecting that pure… it'll kill you. Slowly and painfully."

The hunter half-grinned at my attempt. "Please. You think I'll believe a little impure bitch like you?"

"I've seen it happen. Writhing in pain on the floor in front of me. It brought out latent abilities in the last guy to catch up with me. He went to light a cig and he went up in flames; couldn't control them."

He laughed.

Thing is, it's all true.

I shut my eyes again; I had to concentrate hard for this to work. The squeezing pain deep in my abdomen told me I had succeeded.

I kicked the bounty hunter in the back, he landed flat on his face and blood quickly spread from the area. He'd landed on his knife. With his blood mingling with mine, clean-up would be difficult. Checking my surroundings, I found he's taken me to an empty warehouse, like one of the many in this city. There was a bucket close by, and a forklift just outside. I emptied the contents of the lift's tank into the bucket and took it back to the scene.

As I pilfered the guy's pockets he groaned, clearly still alive and, once I had taken all of value to me, I lifted him by the neck and slit it deeply. I spread the fuel over everything of importance and ripped a rag from my shirt and lit the end of it with a stolen lighter. Standing well back, I screwed it into a ball and threw it into the petrol. The bounty hunter went up in flames, my blood with him.

Outside I took the warm, hooded coat from the forklift and headed back downtown.