NOTE: the first part of this is a flashback to before the first chapter. after the split line, the rest is in present time.
Celina Lafleur sat at her kitchen table, using all her concentration on the sewing machine in front of her. The leather she bought was expensive, she couldn't screw it up.
Red has always been her favourite colour. There was no doubt in her mind what colour she would use when she decided dressing in all-black was a bad idea.
She tied back her naturally auburn hair into a ponytail so that it wouldn't get stuck in the machine. After 4 hours, she was finally done, but looking at the top she made, she wondered if she should sew a red K on the front. She already decided that if anyone ever found out about her, she would want the name Kinetica, but the red K wouldn't work, so she decided against it.
She was excited about finally going patrolling the streets of Metropolis in a costume, it would make it a lot easier for her to conceal her identity. She had to admit that she got that idea from those vigilantes like Green Arrow and the Blur who went around at night.
When she was done, she put on her new disguise and vanished into thin air.
Celina followed Green Arrow and the Blur, who had yet to reveal themselves, to a place they called "Watchtower". They went up an elevator and GA put his thumb on a scanner to open the door to the top floor. As they walked in, she saw that the room was full of high-tech looking computers and other devices. She didn't notice for a few minutes that there was a small blonde woman standing in front of the largest computer. Green Arrow took off his hood and glasses to kiss her as he walked by. Oliver Queen? She knew about him, she saw him in the papers all the time, but she had no idea he was the Green Arrow.
"We brought home another stray" Oliver told the blonde.
She looked Celina up and down, "And you just took off your hood in front of her? No offence, but I can do a background check…"
"C'mon Chloe," Oliver said. "she caught a bad guy before us, that deserves some trust right?"
"Even before Clark?" Chloe said while looking at the Blur. So that's his name…
"Yeah," Clark turned towards Celina with a confused look on his face, "she did, that was weird. How did you get there so fast?"
"Um… well…" she didn't know what to say, people always ask about where she comes from when they find out about her powers, and she can't have that.
"You can trust us," Clark said, "we've shown you our secrets already."
Celina thought about this. It's not like she couldn't lide about her home planet anyways. "I can teleport."
"Wow, well that's a new one," Chloe said. "Actually not really, but it's the first time we meet a teleported who's actually helping people."
She had a feeling she didn't want to ask what that meant. "So what can you guys do?" she asked Oliver and Clark.
Oliver answered first. "Oh, well I just have amazing, incredible, fantastic aim. I'm just a regular person on the inside," he added with a laugh. "Clark is the freak out of us two."
She turned to see Clark roll his eyes. "I'm sure by now you know I can super-speed," he started. "I'm also really strong, I have x-ray vision, super-hearing, and I can blast fire from my eyes."
"Wow…" Celina said. "that's a lot of abilities. I know most meteor infected can really only do one thing…"
"I'm not meteor infected," Clark interrupted. "I'm just… not from around here…"
Celina stared at him for a few seconds, trying to figure out if he meant what she thought he meant by that. They locked eyes for a minute, and she saw how frightened he looked. She wanted to be sure before she said anything, so she focused on his thoughts.
I have no idea what Oliver was thinking, can we really trust her? Sure, it's not that bad when people find out about him, but I'm not human! I have to be so much more careful. Why is she starring at me like that? What's wrong with her face?
That was when she stopped. When she focused hard enough to read people's minds, she tended to look like she was trying to burn a hole through their heads.
"You're an alien too?" she asked him.