"Alright, Shay, would you like to show me what it is that you can do?" Charles was sitting across a table from me. He'd brought me to his house, introduced me to Raven, who was also a mutant, like him, and given me a place to sleep, and space to think. Because I was now regretting my original desigin to trust this man whole-heart-idly.
And now, I was across the table from him, Raven sitting a few chairs down from me. I looked around for something to show them my power on. I used my slightly shaking hands to grasp a paper napkin from next to me. I twist my fingers as I was about to snap my fingers, but slower, and watched the thin paper shirivle and die, the flames slowly falling to burn the table. Just as the fire got truely unwieldy, I spun my fingers back to their original position, and the flames were gone. The napkin lay untouched in my palm, and the black scorch marks on the table were gone, as if they had never been there.
Raven let out a small sound of amazement, and Charles Xavier said to me, "That is truly astonishing. Not just creating and controlling flame, but erasing any mark of it's damage." A small silence passed, his fingers tracing the non-existent burn marks on his table.
"There's one more thing," I said. He leaned back. I readied myself, and pressed my fingernail deep into my forearm. Dark red blood oozed from the cut. I dried my finger on the napkin, reveling the pain and how good it would feel to get rid of is. I pressed the very same finger to the source of the blood, and the blood was gone. The cut was gone. The blood on the napkin was gone.
Charles Xavier was impressed.
"Shay Libson, you are truely remarkable. I hope you can stay,"