Author's Note: Hopefully you like this, at least thus far. I've got an arch planned out for at least Jocelyn, possibly Dylan if he starts talking to me in my sleep. For the record, they are in Canada (hence the jabs at Health Care), but they will become intertwined in other stories as it progresses. And yes, they aren't shocked to hear of their powers, much as I'm sure any comic book geek wouldn't be.
I stared down at the floor, my mind trying to take in everything that had just happened. There were 5 sections in each square of the wooden tile. Shaking my head, I looked to the wall. There was too much counting on the floor. The wall was blank, a really disgusting shade of yellow. So disgusting that I actually had to turn my head again to avoid the inevitable sick that was burning up my esophagus.
But walls don't usually make me throw up. "Shit, Joc, what's wrong with your stomach?" the guy next to me asked. I looked over at him, holding my hair back, my eyebrows bushed down in a glare of death. "No, seriously," he continued. He had a look of absolute disgust on his face. "It's like..." he paused, "holy shit."
Finally, I bothered to look down at it. In the wind, I could see my shirt blowing forwards. That was strange, because the wind was at my back. I turned my head and let out the loudest string of curses I could muster. My shirt was going right through my back by means of a hole where my stomach should be
As it turns out, there was nothing wrong, and the doctor merely said we were seeing things. Then, since we're teenagers, he felt the need to ask what drugs we had used in the past twenty-four hour period. Yeah, as if I'll tell him that 'oh, sorry, I don't do drugs. As it turns out, I'm a social recluse who has better things to do with her time.'
That would be followed by him saying, through laughter, 'no shit, a loner with better things to do. Was it Ecstasy or what? I need my fix, anyway.'
I shook my head as I hopped off the clinic's bed. I really needed to stop letting my imagination get carried away. I stepped out of the door and looked down the hall, trying to gage where they had taken Dylan. The doctor followed, laying a cold hand on my bare shoulder. How is it that possible? It was like a billion degrees outside. "He's down at the end of the hall, 4C." His hand patted against mine again and he brushed past me. All the doctor's around here were sickos.
At least we had free health care, despite waiting in the lobby for three hours before we got the hole in my stomach straightened out. I nodded curtly and turned down in the direction of the room Dylan was in. It wasn't difficult to find, seeing as there was only one other door in the hallway. It was already open, so I took the opportunity to poke my head in, to see what was going on. Unfortunately, there were no lab tables, with Dylan's brain being poked and prodded at by a mad scientist, but there was a pretty hot doctor guy talking to him. Dylan turned his head towards the door and smiled at me in his usual sarcastic manner. "They think I'm insane."
Dylan, interrupting whatever it was the doctor was saying, seemed to make me noticed, as the guy turned towards me and smiled. "Jocelyn Robson, right?"His smile was so big and toothy, I nearly swooned. But I nodded, it was all I could do in a situation like that without embarrassing myself. "Come on in, I was just discussing with Dylan here that..." he stopped talking as I walked into the room and his smile faded. "Close the door behind you." The first thought that came to mind was a good one, thinking I was going to get raped by somebody so hot, but I doubted it. Making a mental note to write a fanfic with him as the lead character, I shut it and continued in.
I really wasn't expecting it when he turned into a she right in front of my eyes. Dylan looked at me in stupor and i couldn't help but laugh, despite the uniform weirdness of the situation. That was pretty twisted. The man—woman--stood from his—her, damn it—seat and smiled at the two of us coolly and kindly. Dylan shot another glance at me and once again I laughed. "Ms. Robson, Mr. Moss, my name is Candice Wilmer." She sounded serious enough. She eyed me and stuck out a hand to shake before turning to Dylan to do the same. "I apologize for the... manner... in which we met, but it was for security reasons." She smiled a similar smile as the doctor (which, I suppose, was her all along, wasn't it?). "I've been sent to speak to you about... your powers."
The longer I looked at her the more obvious it became that she wasn't exactly serious at all, rather straining herself to act serious in front of us. I mean, she couldn't have been any older than 25, and nobody that young spoke so eloquently, at least not anymore. "Powers?" was all I said in return, then Dylan cut me off.
"You mean like Wolverine? X-Men?" He grinned at the thought.
"How about Sue Storm and Domino?" she responded coyly and surprisingly quickly. Judging by that, she either a) had it prepared, or b) was also a comic book geek.
"Sounds reasonable," Dylan said. His shock had clearly passed with the presence of a pretty girl and to be rather honest, it didn't shock me much, either. I had more or less lost the ability to be surprised when there was a hole in my stomach.
And then it hit me.
"I can go invisible?" I said, grinning lopsidedly.
Candice turned back to me and grinned. "They said you'd be easy to convince." Well, we were geeks. This was the best thing that had possibly ever happened to us, as bloody confusing as it was. I flinched slightly at the word 'they'--I had never gotten over that movie, but also because They were likely some sort of evil terrorist organization planning to destroy earth using insane bunnies. "Could you lift up your shirt?" she asked me.
Suddenly things went back into chaos. She just wanted me naked, there was no power. "Why?" I asked her. I could see Dylan grinning stupidly, though he'd seen me naked on more than one occasion since we were little.
"So you don't die," Candice retorted. Her rather pleasant tone turned into an annoyed one at a moment's notice. "The doctor didn't see anything because I didn't let him see anything." It didn't make any sense still. I furrowed my brow. "Alright then," she sighed. The next thing I knew, my shirt was gone and had been replaced by a freakishly tight tube top. I looked down and saw the hole in my stomach was back.
I got a better look at it, this time. Around where the edges were, I could see the inside of myself, blood slowly trickling down the rest of my stomach to my waist. "As you can see," Candice said, exasperatedly, as though she dealt with this daily, "you're about to bleed to death. Thankfully, we had somebody prevent it from gushing out too fast. I--" she stressed the word I greatly, "am here to help you solidify that. Your case of invisibility is a weird one and people are worried you're going to die if you let it out radically like that again."
At that point, I more or less tuned out. I was being lectured, and I never even got the change to revel in the fact that I was awesome.
