Bobby
Bobby leaned his head back against the head board and stared at the blank wall in front of him. Life was fucked. Completely fucked. He could create ice for crying out loud! Other people had useful powers like telekinesis or telepathy. Peter had super strength and could turn his self into steel. Now that was cool, but what use was ice?
It was cold.
It was wet.
And it melted…creating even more cold and wet.
And now look what he could do, turn himself into ice. How lame was that? And what was more; he didn't even like the cold.
