I have so many stories. Gosh! Oh well. Some powers were sort of based from the show 'Heroes'. And some from 'Charmed'.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders
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Keeping secrets is really hard. I would know. I've been keeping one for my whole life. It wasn't small. No, not at all. In fact: it's huge. No one knows about it: not the gang, Tim, Curly. No one. It's not that I don't want to tell them. I'm just afraid. I'm afraid that what happens in the movies is really true. I don't want to take the chance of being experimented on or, worse, killed. I want to live a normal life. But, that's impossible. I'm a freak. A monster. Have you figured out what's wrong with me? I have powers; much like what you would see superheroes from movies have. For as long as I can remember I had them. At first I could just see the auras of people. I had told my parents what the colors around people are. They looked at me strangely and told me it was just my young mind at work. It did make sense, seeing how I was four at the time. I learned soon after what each color meant and kept my mouth shut. No biggie.
Well, that changed when I was six. I had yet again gained a new ability. I could now talk to animals. It was a very fun power. Lots of company. At eight I, yet again, had another power. I could breath underwater. At 10 I had night vision. It was annoying at first. I couldn't sleep. At 12 I became a genius, but my mind was so lost in thought that I would do stuff that would seem like I wasn't using my head. Well, being smart also came with omnilingualism. Now I'm at age 14, and everything just came at me at once.
Whenever I get a power, they are uncontrollable at first. Not ending or having random spurts of it. But as time went, I gained more control over them so I can turn it on and off. Some just keep going continuously, but it doesn't bother me. Some examples of these are breathing underwater and my super mind/ omnilingualism.
I was sitting at my desk, writing an essay about Romeo and Juliet for school. It was all good. Well, until my hand cramped up. I gasped and let go of the pencil in a hurry, clutching my hand hard. "Ow! Crap!" I cursed at my hand, thankful that Darry wasn't there to hear me. I shook my hand wildly in pain and accidentally hit my pencil boy off the desk. Panicking, my flashed my hands out towards it. And everything was still. The pencil box didn't hit the ground, nor did the floating pencils, pens, pencil sharpener, markers, and erasers. Not even the sound of Mickey Mouse that was just booming in the living room a second ago. No yells, sound of birds, dogs, cars. Nothing. Everything was frozen, except for me. But, before my mind could process anything, the pencil box dropped and everything resumed.
What the heck…did I…did I just stop time? I shouldn't be surprised. But I didn't expect my power to be…this awesome. How did I do that? I quickly picked up everything and placed in back on the desk, forgetting the homework. I pushed it off the desk, only for it to fall on the floor. Furrowing my brows, I minutes later, I still don't have it down. I, once again, picked up the supplies, when my brother, Soda, came in.
"Pony, you okay? We heard constant crashing," he asked.
I nodded. "Yeah, I kept accidentally knocking over my pencil box."
Soda laughed and patted my head before turning around to leave the room. I bit my lips. Every time I see him I always think about telling him my secret. He would understand, right? He won't try to get rid of me, right? That's it… I'm going to do it. I'm going tell him. "H-Hey, Soda!"
Soda turned around again. "What is it?"
"I-" My voice hitched in my throat. "I can't do it!" I waved my hands up in anguish and everything once again was still. I looked up at Soda who had his mouth open as if he was about to say something. Time then resumed. Ten Seconds. That's how long I could hold the time pause.
"What can't you do?" Soda asked.
"I-It's nothing. I just figured it out. Thanks anyways."
Soda gave me a concerned look but nodded anyways and left. I breathed out the air that I was subconsciously holding in and leaned back against my chair. Why can't I just say it? Am I really that terrified? I looked at the pencil box which was sitting peacefully on the desk. One more try. I think I understand how to stop time now. I pushed off my pencil box and flashed my hand out. It stopped. Cheering internally I placed everything back on the desk before time resumed. I stood from my desk in victory and marched out of the room, not noticing my reflection looking at me as I left before disappearing.
I walked towards the living room where most of the gang was lounging or playing poker. No one acknowledged me. I smiled deviously, coming up with a plan. My eyes flickered over to Steve who was just starting a poker game. I flashed my hands and everything went still. Knowing I had a quick time limit, I ran to him before grabbing the cards that were being dealt to him and traded his good cards with Soda's and gave him the bad cards. I ran back to the spot I stood before and time resumed. This time it stopped for 20 seconds. I'm improving.
Steve frowned at his cards and Soda put on his poker face. I walked across the street and headed over to watch a new movie that was coming out. The walk was nice and peaceful. I was half way there before a carload of Socs joined me. "Hey grease! Cut your hair much?" One exclaimed before coming out and pushing me against the fence I was walking next to. The others exited the car after him. There were five of them. Some took out switch-blades while others cracked their knuckles. Crap… I tried to flash my arms out to stop time for my escape but a Soc tackled me to the ground and pinned me down; hands above my head. The Soc on top of me slugged me in the face and I winced in pain. The punches kept coming and I seriously had enough. I squirmed beneath him and shouted out to the gang or any animal listening that would want to try to save me. Another Soc cursed and stuffed a rag in my mouth to muffle my cries. A knife pressed against my throat and I felt a trickle of blood slide down my neck. Something stabbed in my stomach and everything was black.
When I came through, I was standing up with…the gory bodies of the five Socs that attacked me. My eyes widened in horror and I backed up against the fence. I could feel my breakfast coming up and I threw it all up. It was the most horrifying scene I had ever seen. Did I…Did I kill them? I don't remember killing them. Glancing at my hands, I noticed that there was no blood. If I killed them, surely I would have their blood on me. But, I did notice a switch-blade sticking into my stomach. I gasped. Blood pooled out of me. I pulled the knife out and instantly went to try to stop the bleeding but before I could do that, I felt the wound close up on its own. What? I pulled my shirt up a bit to check. The open wound wasn't their. Not even a scar was left. That can't be right. I ran to a window to check my reflection. I saw a bloodied form of me. But the blood on my reflection wasn't mine. It smiled at me even though I wasn't smiling. It moved its hand up and put a finger over his mouth to indicate to be quiet. I stared at it at shock. What the hell is happening? The reflection turned back to my shocked face and there was only my blood that was on my shirt. No bruises or the scratch on my neck was there. It was as if nothing happened to me. I looked back at the Socs before running away back to my house. I forcefully opened the screen door making everyone look at me. I hid the blood away from them as much as I can.
"Ponyboy…what…" Johnny started but I started to march towards Soda's and my room. I threw myself on the bed and tried to think about something else besides the dead bodies. But that is all I could see. I heard the door open and close.
"Are you okay, baby?" Soda asked me. The bed dipped down and I looked up from my pillow.
"Y-Yeah."
"You were gone for a long time."
My eyes opened wide at that. I looked at the room's clock. It's been three hours since I left. That can't be right. I just left a few minutes ago. "Impossible…"
"It's true. What movie did you go see?"
"Just a random one. Time must have flown by really fast." I lied.
Soda laughed, forgetting the gloominess in the room. "You really like those movies."
He stood up after hugging my lying down form and went to leave. I saw another flash of the dead bodies. "Hey, S-Soda?"
"Yes?"
"I think I want to sleep in separate rooms now."
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Here's what are Ponyboy's known powers are:
Super intelligence: Being really, really smart
Talking to animals: obviously talking to animals and understanding them
Breathing underwater: Doesn't have to hold his breath underwater and can breath like he can on land.
Omnilingualism: understanding and speaking multiple languages without really noticing the change of language.
Invincibility: Never getting hurt
Freezing time: The power to stop time for a short period of time.
Auras: Ability to read and see auras. Can tell the emotions of people and see where they were hurt once and weak points.
