I should warn you that I don't usually update this quickly, but since I have the ideas and the time I am doing so. I hope this is ok, I should also warn you that a lot of my ideas on fanfiction come from dreams I have had, and are therefore a bit crazy, the trampoline bit for example, other things however are a little more real.
By the way, I forgot last chapter, I do not own the X-men, but since I have yet to introduce them that probably doesn't matter. Nor do I own Spiderman who does make a fleeting appearance in this chapter.
SuperminionXD
For a split second the pain in my chest disappeared and I felt a strange tingling sensation, like pins and needles all over my body. The feeling continued, I opened my eyes since I had closed them while crying. The first thing I noticed was that the garden seemed to be lit by a weird pink light, it was getting towards dusk and the sun had already passed the horizon so what was it? Then something else caught my eye, I could see the roof of the house behind reflected in the upstairs window of our house! How was that possible? Usually I only saw it on my highest bounces! And I wasn't even moving? I looked down. I saw that my entire body was enveloped in a fringe of pink light that seemed to hover millimetres from my skin and clothes; I in turn was hovering nearly two meters above the trampoline.
I screamed and then all of a sudden the tingling stopped. I plummeted downwards and hit the trampoline, bouncing back up again and again until I lost momentum. When I stopped bouncing I looked in disbelief at my now back to normal body. The light… was coming from… me? I shivered in the now cold evening air. What had happened? What was happening to me? I bit my lip and looked around nervously, had anyone seen? They would think I was a freak! They might hate me and dissect me! Luckily the garden was walled all round and no-one seemed to be in the next door gardens, all the windows of the house were dark except for David and Sam's room where a chink of light could be seen through the curtains. Daddy was obviously putting Sam to bed, David would be on his laptop, so none of them could've seen, I sighed in relief. Maybe I was dreaming, maybe it didn't happen, people saw funny things when they were grieving didn't they? Maybe that's all it was, my mind playing tricks on me. I shivered once again and stumbled towards the zip-door of the trampoline, it was getting colder, I still felt rather dizzy and my eyelids were heavy so I decide to go inside.
I slipped off the edge of the trampoline and tiptoed barefoot to the back door. I opened the door and slipped into the kitchen, a plate was laid out on the side with a glass next to it. I picked up the glass and drank the juice thirstily, feeling less dizzy I picked up the sandwich off the plate and took it with me upstairs. I sat on my bed and ate it, careful not to spill crumbs on the cover, when I was finished I got changed into my pyjamas and curled up into bed. I hugged my knees and cried myself to sleep. Just as I was drifting off I heard Daddy pier round the door and check on me, but I did not notice when I was once again enveloped by the strange pink glow.
I was woken quite suddenly as if from a nightmare, I could hear voices shouting in the other room just like usual.
"Dad! The moron spilt something again!" David shouted at the top of his voice.
"No I didn't!" Sam's childish objection came through the door.
It was so normal, maybe it hadn't happened? Maybe it was all a dream? I asked myself. But the truth hit me hard, it felt like a part of me had been ripped out and I didn't know what to do without it! I curled back up and screwed my eyes tight shut as if that in some way may make everything better. Realisation flooded in, if that was true then what about what happened after? Was that real to or just my imagination? Why did this all have to happen at once? I uncurled and resolved that since I was awake I should get up, so I did. I got dressed into my knee length pleated skirt and navy top with a butterfly pattern on, I decided I really didn't want to go to school, it was past nine anyway and they boys' arguing could still be heard from downstairs.
I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror frame of one of the photos on the wall and double take. I search in the draws under my desk and find a small hand mirror just to make sure. I look at my reflection, almost everything looks normal, my skin, my nose, my mouth, but my eyes, my eyes had changed, they were now glowing bright, neon pink! How did this happen? I ask myself, did that mean it was real? What happened on the trampoline last night? And what was happening now? I stared in shock at my new appearance.
After a while I put the mirror down and shook my head. If this proved that what I did last night actually happened, then I should be able to do it again shouldn't I? Ok, let's do this! I resolve. I stand in the centre of the room and close my eyes. Ok, fly. I thought hard. Nothing happened. I tried harder. Still nothing. Why was it not working? Last night I had done it without even meaning to and now I couldn't do it on demand! This was stupid! Why did I even think this in the first place? I bet Mummy would know what to do! Or maybe she would just think I was a freak! The last thought hurt me like a knife. I was once again lost in my own thoughts, so much so that I only just noticed when the tingling sensation came again.
I looked around; I was now hovering in the centre of the room, midway between floor and ceiling. Ok, now for moving, I told myself in my head. I tried various forms of sideways propulsion, even using my arms and legs to try and swim through the air as I would in water, all with the same result. No matter what I did I always stayed suspended halfway between the ceiling and the floor in the middle of the room.
Then all of a sudden it was as if the world had turned sideways, I seemed to fall across the room and slam against the bookshelf as if gravity itself had switched round! Then just as quickly as it had changed, the gravity righted itself and several books and other things fell to the ground. I looked around and found that, other than the things I had hit, nothing else in the room had been affected by the switch, the desk and bed remained in their places. I picked myself off the floor and began to pick up the books and things around me.
It was then that something caught my eye, it was a mask that had been sitting on the top of the shelves for years now, I had made it for a school project or something I think. It was a full face plastic mask that was divided in half diagonally, the bottom left half I had painted black and the top right was pink, a similar colour to what my eyes now were! It sparked an interesting idea in my mind, this thing I could now do, it was a power. A superpower! Superheroes had powers, there were loads of them over in America, and they were on the news sometimes. There was one in particular that stood out in my mind at that moment, a man in a red and blue costume, Spiderman I think his name was, he mentioned something about Great power coming with Great responsibility, that if you could do something, you had an obligation to do it. Did that count me too? Could I do something like that? I stared at the empty eyeholes in the mask.
The mask sparked another idea, I quickly put it down on my bed and made my way to the desk, there I found my sewing kit. I found a spare piece of black cloth from making my T-shirt, using myself as a measure I cut the fabric into a large house sort of shape which I laid out across the bed. There was something else I needed, I rummaged around in my wardrobe and swiftly found a hot pink vest type top, the seam was unravelling and I didn't wear it anymore. I cut up the side and, using one of my other T-shirts as a guide, drew and cut round the shape I wanted, I cut diagonally so the bottom of the pink shape matched the 'roof' part of the black shape. Then I began to sew them together, it took a long while and it was almost lunchtime when I finished. I rushed to try it on, I had made a short sleeveless dress that went down to halfway down my thigh, like the mask it was divided diagonally, but the top left part was pink and the other part black, I looked once again in the wardrobe and found a pair of pink leggings.
When I tried it on the effect was good, the mask however did not work, it was only cheap plastic and the paint was cracked. I was stopped in my work by Daddy calling me down for lunch, I realised that I had been so busy I hadn't realised how hungry I was, I hadn't eaten anything since that sandwich last night! Then I remembered my eyes. I couldn't just waltz downstairs with glowing pink eyes! They would think I was a freak! A monster! I then thought of something, I began once again searching the bottom of my wardrobe, having no luck I tried under my bed, Where were they? I thought annoyedly. Finally I found them, a pair of old sunglasses with pale purple lenses, they wouldn't hide it completely but just enough to make people believe it was a trick of the light. Looking in the hand mirror to confirm my suspicions, and feeling satisfied, I hid my work under the desk and made my way downstairs.
We all sat and ate lunch silently and awkwardly, except for Sam who kept trying to tell us about how he wanted to show Mummy his drawing. I sighed, sometimes I wished that I could be younger and then I wouldn't have to understand what is happening and no-one would expect me to. Luckily none of them commented on my glasses. When the meal was finished I decided I had to get out of the house, it was too quiet and awkward and full of memories. I got down from the table and found my keys then I left, shutting the front door with a clunk. I walked around aimlessly, not really caring where I was going. I was once more engrossed in my own thoughts, I was only awoken when my way was suddenly blocked by a large shadow, I stopped and looked up. I tried to turn away but my path was cut off once again, suddenly I was surrounded by a gang of massive boys.
"Well, Well, what's a pretty little girl like you doing not at school?" the leader leered; I turned and tried to flee but was cut off.
"Trying to run home to Mummy are we?" the boy who stopped me sneered and pushed me over. Tears welled up in my eyes.
Sorry another cliff-hanger, before anyone asks, yes this is sort of based on my profile picture, I am currently working on a more permanent cover but if you have seen my other stories you will realise that I hand draw then computerise all my covers so it may take a while. As I said earlier I don't always update this quickly and tend to be erratic since I update chapters as I write them.
I hope this chapter is ok; I will maybe bring the X-men in next chapter.
Bye for now,
SuperminionXD
P.S. in case you didn't realise, Fliss lives in England, sorry if I caused any confusion. REVIEW!
