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Electric Revolution

Chapter 1

The City of the Ionic Strom

Morgana Evans was her given name. But she had also taken a name that suited her too. After all, names held power, or something like that. She figured she watched too many cheesy TV shows, but having super powers herself, she couldn't be too careful about these things. Therefore, she took the name, Plasma, just in case. She had seen so many odd things in her short years that she was a little superstitious. Though, that didn't mean she used the name much. She liked the name her mother had given her because it was from her mother.

She chose Plasma rather than something like Lightning or Thunder as it was more neutral, or unisex. It sounded more right than anything else, but different. She was smart enough to know that plasma was supercharged ionic matter, which went hand in hand with her powers. That was how she was different to 'normal' people, and was why she could easily believe in the unbelievable.

She had just turned thirteen years old. Yesterday was her birthday. It was not such a great day as she had no family left. Her parents had died when she was a small defenceless baby. She didn't really have friends either to celebrate with. Her friends were more like acquaintances, or people she had saved or helped in exchange for their help, if she wasn't just feeling helpful at the time, which happened sometimes when she was helping someone from a filthy 'man' or one of her 'enemies'. She had lived alone on the streets of London for a long time now and even allies became fleeting.

Though, she supposed her life could have been worse. She could have still been with 'them'. They were her only living relatives, and she would use the word relatives with a grain of salt. She had grown to hate them with a passion as they hated her from day one, bitter and twisted because they hated her mother and father, and because of that they were petty hateful fools. She hadn't known why back then, but when she got her powers she grew suspicious that their hate and fear grew so vast. Could her parents have had powers too? Was that why she survived and gained her new powers instead of dying like everyone else did?

She couldn't give any other reason, but she got used to being alone. She didn't think it was too bad, but she would have loved to share her life with someone special. But it was kind of freeing compared to what she had before becoming a homeless annoyance to society, or whatever the losers of this world would call her. She did okay by herself, but she always had a feeling that there was more to her life, her world. She hoped that she would have some greater purpose. She hoped that she could change the world one bit at a time, so that one day she would be accepted for who she was, not what others would want her to be.

She had been alone in the city since the incident. It happened quite a while back when she was eight years old. The Ray Sphere. That was what it was called! It was her saving grace! It was her life, and she loved it without knowing because it saved her a painful life as a weak puppet of self-loathing, to death, destitute and to someone far below her standing.

She came across the sphere when her 'family' had 'lost' her in London. Yes. They did make a habit out of losing her, but she always managed to find them again. It seemed like magic at the time, but she could never even utter that word in front of them.

The Dursley's had a phobia to anything abnormal. She guessed to them, abnormal was having your parents die on you, or something like that. If she ever saw those good for nothing Dursley's again she would fry them, and leave their burnt corpses on the underground. Not that she expected to ever see them willingly entering the city again, knowing that she could be there somewhere, waiting to claim her vengeance.

Honestly, if she wanted to hunt them down and kill them, fry them, or torment them or something. It would not be hard to find them. She bet they still lived in the same suburb in Surry as they did when they dumped her, which was their stupidity if she did decide to kill them one day. The thought of what they would look like if she knocked on the door made her smile and contemplate finding them just for that alone, but then she would have to kill them. The look, and then the suffering she would bring to them was something that could always make her squirm slightly with excitement. The mere thought of killing them made her feel happy.

They finally abandoned her in the City of London all alone after it happened. The Ray Sphere housed electromagnetic mutagenic energies. It was the power over electricity, lightning, pure undiluted plasma. She should know. She could create a concentrated beam capable of cutting through anything from bone to steel.

She had met a strange young woman with fierce red hair and crimson eyes. That should have been a giveaway that not all was right. The woman had given Morgana a pack with the sphere inside with a cell phone. She offered the innocent child money to deliver it somewhere. Morgana wasn't stupid, but she wanted money. Then she could have brought brand new things, like pretty clothes, and glasses for her little green eyes as she couldn't see well like the other children at school and the Dursley's didn't care.

Morgana would admit that she probably shouldn't have accepted the job, just because her relatives had conveniently lost her again. Sure the clothes she wanted were pretty, but the risk wasn't worth it. Well, she would have thought that, thinking about the scum that walked around the city because what was worth it was the power she received. So, a few hundred people were seriously injured or killed, she was free, and it wasn't like it was her fault. She didn't activate the bomb, she was too young to know any better, no matter how clever she was.

It had saved her life in many ways; they were selfish in many more, but she didn't care, she deserved to have a future and to have some hope. It had freed her from the Dursley's, and she couldn't have been more thankful that sometimes miracles did happen.

The phone rang while Morgana was on her delivery. She answered the phone as the woman had instructed and it was her voice. Her voice was gentle and warm, full of a compassion and kindness Morgana had never received before.

She said just four clear words.

"Child of the Sky!" she had near whispered over the line.

Then boom! It felt like every molecule in Morgana's body had been torn apart. It was a pain she could never describe, or forget. She had been fried by enough electricity to destroy a small army, and it had taken out several streets and buildings along with London Bridge half collapsing into the Themes. So she knew that when she fried someone with her powers, they didn't know true pain. She couldn't move a muscle in her body and she was suffering severe burns over her whole body.

She passed out shortly after seeing some of the destruction, but that was good for her recovery and meant she didn't have to continue feeling the pain. It was strange to wake up in hospital. The miracle child. The child who was regenerating skin, muscle, and even hair that should never have grown back, but they didn't know of the power seeded deep within waiting to get out to be free. No one could have foreseen what would happen.

She couldn't remember whether she dreamed, but the reality was so much better when she woke. The hospital staff actually fed her for one. However, she had become something else, more, something special, and so, she could be fearless, and make others fear her for once and for all. She was the Goddess of Lightning, Scorch of the Sky, and she wouldn't let anyone hurt her ever again.

She had been found bloodied and battered in the centre of the destruction the sphere had brought to the city. She felt a little bad about how many people had died to give her, her powers, but she could live with that, closing her heart to those who would use or abuse her. She had been in a smouldering crater, but that sounded nicer than when she went back to the Dursley's. It was as if some unseen force was making everyone look passed the horror of her family, so they had no choice but to take her, and those who might have objected stayed quiet.

The Dursley's hadn't even come to see her at the hospital, so it was a shock for them to see she had changed. It wasn't much of a change, mainly physical and confidence with an air of strength she never had before. Her hair was a midnight black, darker than it had been before the incident, and her eyes were still a flash of emerald green mixed with some teal that blurred out into the whites. Her body was stronger with slight, but still noticeable tone to her muscle. However, it was the look like a storm that frightened the Dursley's most, and when her eyes would glow electric blue and spark when she was angry.

She would make sparks of blue light dance around her fingers to scare the Dursley's, and maybe she had a great responsibility to use her newfound powers to protect people, but who had ever protected her? The Dursley's used to hit her, torment her, goad and mock her, but with that first spark, they saw the deep water they were treading, and that electrical cables hung over that water. They had seen that they had pushed far enough that she would not, could not be pushed further without risking their lives.

Morgana's power had strengthened her body physically, and gave her more than that; it mentally strengthened her resolve. That was not to mention her command over electricity, from bio and natural, to artificial power. She could do anything she wanted, and become a queen, an empress. She was better than the Dursley's and they feared that, and she enjoyed their fear. It gave her strength to realise that she was more than they could ever hope for. She would make them fear her as she once feared them, and they wouldn't take it as she had, but they would whimper and cry in fear of her, so who were the children?

With her great power Morgana had a beautiful new freedom that she had always longed for, and she became more than a mere mortal. She had the responsibility to use her power how she saw fit. She would never let anyone make her into the victim again. She could be the bully if she wanted. But she would never stoop so low. She knew that she would protect girls from people like them, and anyone who chose to cause them harm.

Then the Dursley's left her, not even pretending that they 'lost' her. She was just a small girl. She could admit to herself that she was left alone and scared, in a scary new world because they finally started fearing her beyond the rational. If it was not for her powers she might have become some filths play thing, but instead she held all of the cards. She had fools and criminal gangs bowing to her, learning from watching them, observing what went on in her city. They gave her whatever she wanted to appease her, or she could end them and leave them in chains outside of a police station, or worse, drained of their electrolytes, dead.

The men in her city sickened her. She had grown away from any thoughts of them – men or boys, she despised them. The fairer of the sex was what made her happy. She had been a hero to the cute girls of her city, and most were willing to let her play with them as a thank you, but she would never force the matter, she was above that, and she had a magnetic personality. It had been nice how she had grown to learn the fine arts of getting cute girls into her bed, or into their bed.

The criminals within the city had grown to fear Morgana and her power, and even more, they started to fear mistreating any girl within my territory, which was widespread. Prostitution of innocent girls had dropped to near nothing because men feared Morgana coming to kill them. They had good reason to fear her taking their lives. She had stopped some who had gotten some fourteen and fifteen year old girls addicted to drugs because they wanted to use that to sell their bodies for sex. Morgana had gotten the girls out and home, hopefully getting them the help they needed and the men died painfully.

Then that brought her, her names or titles. Names had meaning to lots of different people and she chose to take them all. The names had grown to bring her would be enemies fear as if she was the Don of the city, and exploiting any female became an 'at risk of death' activity with a very high risk score, and death was much more feared than life in jail if caught by the police. Even the police new of her legacy, and stayed out of her way for the most part because they knew she wasn't above killing them if they tried to stop her, and those that were 'investigating' her 'murders' conveniently had a knack for being 'incompetent'.

Morgana was The Lightning Bringer! The Empress of the Storm! The Plasma Goddess! Goddess of the Skies! And even the Hell-Goddess Death Light! She liked having names people used to worship and fear her. They were names that brought fear to those who should be fearful, and that brought her pleasure. But to those she protected the names were those of worship and gratitude, and that made her happy.

It amused her to see a foolish man shit themselves as they saw her for the first time, lit up with blue storms of light blazing around her body like the Angel of Death herself. She would show off her power and they would stare in horror. They would see what she could do; her destructive capability and their knees would shake with cold dread.

Then she would amusedly take a cut of their drug deals because she needed the money, or set their slave workers free because she hated exploiters more than anything, especially people traffickers. They stayed clear of London these days, but that didn't mean she wouldn't find a place here and there, and then her will would be done, and the people would be free to go home. She even knew that there were criminals all over the world that stayed clear of her because they had heard, and seen the fear she held over man.

She had become an Urban Legend throughout the city. She was a cautionary tale to all criminals. She knew that the police knew she was the real deal. However, they couldn't admit they had seen a girl who could control electricity in their city, as no one would ever believe them and they would become a laughing stock. To them it was something out of the comic books, only Morgana was no superhero, but more the not-quite villain; she was the antihero.

Morgana remembered when she was weak before her powers. Her uncle used to come home drunk after a bad day of work. He used to blame her for his bad luck. It never occurred to him that he was an uncouth douche bag that believed he was owed everything and nobody liked him, least of all Morgana and that the business dealing had gone bad was because he was a prick and everyone knew it.

Getting the belt hurt, even more so when you knew that you didn't deserve it, and that he did. She had to only think about it for her anger to boil, giving her thoughts of returning for her vengeance. She had gotten broken bones, bruises, welts, and sores because the Dursley's were petty fools. However, even then she had something for them to fear. She healed perfectly within the day, which was her luck or she would have been covered in scars, or dead.

She could heal even faster now. She could pull electricity from nearly anything to close her wounds and take her scars. She was more durable. Stronger. She could jump from the tallest skyscraper without using her powers and crack the concrete, not her head.

Now she refused to let any male touch her out of sheer principle. She supposed Vernon Dursley started her on the road to disliking men, but his greedy, fat, bully of a son could not have helped matters. She still wondered how that fat tub of baby fat had not died of a heart attack with the amount of junk he greedily shoved down his throat.

Morgana was dangerous. There were hardly any who would be willing to do 'business' with her, not that they had a choice if she needed the money. It was mostly girls who wanted to cut her in for their protection from any men, and she would admit that to some of the cuter girls in the city she might have accepted some payment in other areas she had gotten good at. She was their antihero. She didn't give a shit what anyone thought. It got her feeling good, and a warm bed for the night with a cute warm body or two to cuddle with.

Though, Morgana had gotten kind of sick of this cesspool city, or maybe just really bored. There had to be something fun to do. She had tried doing the superhero bit, proper, but that did not work out too well. She guessed she was too cynical to work out as a hero like that. She would have to stick to the antihero bit because she was not really a bad person – well, maybe she was a little, but she wouldn't go out of her way to hurt someone.

Morgana had once protected a whole school bus full of kids before. Okay, so she was partially responsible for the bus slipping off the bridge, but she got it up again. She didn't know whether she could have lived with herself if they had fallen to their doom. They were innocent, and though she would be reluctant to admit it, even the boys were.

She was sitting on the edge of the roof of a tall building, looking out over the city as it brought dusk to the sky, and a peace to her soul. She loved the colours; the Reds, yellows, and oranges. The colours were clouding the sky in a pattern of wild-beauty. The sky reminded her of herself at that moment, streaking with uncontrolled colours.

She smiled gently as she ran her right hand through her straight black hair. Her hair was long, hanging to her waist. It was tied back with a weird spider hairclip a girl gave her as a gift, more grateful than her body was worth, to her at least, to Morgana, she treasured it because it was from her heart. She was into the Goth scene and was on a school fieldtrip when Morgana rescued her from some douche bags that never saw her coming.

Morgana's cute Goth girl was nice, and eager to 'experiment' with her. She tasted sweet. She was a few years older than Morgana was too. Morgana was not sure what she preferred to be honest. In her age range or older than her. They both had great qualities. She supposed it did not matter too much because she loved them all, and that did not make her slutty. It made her awesome with a slight touch of slutty. There was a difference.

Maybe if Morgana went on a trip she could get out of her rut. It would give her something to do. She wanted some cool dreams, and a fun future where she got lots of cute girl-ass. She was so bored. She supposed heading into Surry would be cool. That way she could get her vengeance on the douche bag Dursley's. The thought of the horrors she could inflict made her red lips curl into a grin.

She looked out over the cityscape. She could not help but feel giddy at the thought of leaving. She couldn't wait for some more adventures, and making new friends. The thought of all those damsels she could rescue and seduce, maybe a rich one she could mooch off for a while that would satisfy all of her desires at the click of her fingers.

She would have to use her powers only when necessary outside of the holes and pitfalls she could hide in inside London.

Morgana's bright emerald eyes glowed with blue light slightly as she watched dusk turn to an inky darkness, lit by the streets of her city far below. It was all so depressing and artificial. However, it held an odd beauty, all that power she could feed on, but even I have limits.

She brush out the creases in her tight, form hugging black top as she stood up on the edge of the roof without a care in the world for how dangerous that was. She was wearing a blue leather jacket over her top, left open with white angle wings on each chest side and a tail of white feathers on the back. She had on some baggy beige combat hipsters over her legs and tight to her tight butt with black belt hugging her hips holding brown suede pockets, and finally brown walking boots on her small feet for comfort.

She had a baggy hood on her jacket left down under her long hair, which was crinkled midway down to the end, hanging at her waist. She clenched her fingers within her black leather fingerless gloves. The gloves had blue metal plate strips on the backs, arching electric sparks. Her fingernails were not too long but rounded to slight points on her small and experienced fingers.

"The city looks so pathetic and small from up here!" she mumbled to herself thoughtfully, "the people even more so...! I could do whatever I wanted to them! What could they do to stop me?!" she finished her thoughts with her soft cool voice before shaking the thought away and smirking as she looked down towards the ground forty storeys down.

She leaned forward and within seconds, she was falling towards the ground. The wind washed at her hair, whipping it back. It was exhilarating, breathe taking, brilliant. She could see through each of the windows as she fell as if everything was moving slower, even her fall. She could see mindless people moving like drones. They didn't notice her, and she didn't expect them too, and even more they wouldn't have cared. The building was owned by a woman Morgana had saved from a kidnap attempt, for a ransom. She paid Morgana back for her help by making sure she had a fun place to jump where people wouldn't pay attention, or couldn't see her.

The feeling of falling was beautiful, rushing up inside her chest and behind her navel, exhilarating. She watched as the ground rushed up to meet her; the splat that would meet most people, but her? She was so much more. She was different. She was special in more ways than one. The feeling of adrenalin, and fear was something she loved, base jumping without a parachute.

It had only taken a few moments before she would smash face first into the ground. But she twisted, sliding, flipping through the air, and landed with a crunch, on her feet, shattering the concrete as her boots hit in a spider web pattern, sinking into the ground with her pure strength of force.

Standing to full height, which wasn't much, she grinned and stretched some kinks out of her slender muscles. That was always something fun she liked doing. Though, it was always more fun to fall than climb, even the climb could be most exhilarating since she couldn't use the elevators in most places without some guard chasing her out.

She was surprised this time as she looked to her left side to see a woman. She looked as if her heart had been caught in her throat. However, she was this stern type, pretty, much older stern type, with her brown hair up in a bun wearing a neat woman's tweed business suit. So she straightened herself out quickly. She looked as if she was short of any choice words for a moment before she found them.

"Miss. Potter, you almost took ten years off my life with that stunt!"

Miss. Potter?

to be continued…