Hey guys! I'm SO sorry it took me a while to update, but I was on vacation, then had a lot of school work to make up. I know that this chapter is probably shorter than what you or I wanted, but I wanted to update as soon as possible! PLEASE leave a comment if you like, love, hate, or need to point out a grammatical error in my story. While this may seem crazy, I do welcome hate comments, but only if u sincerely hate it, not as a joke. And if you do hate please tell me why. I just want to remind you all this is FANFICTION, not some super amazing real comic/movie. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Ps. This chapter is in Amelia's point of view (first person)
4 months later…
"Hey, come back here! You don't think I'm gonna just let you get away with that, do you Mr. Fat face?"
Sure. It might seem weird and rude of me to call him Mr. Fat face, but have you SEEN his face? His face turned all fat and weird in an accident with rare snake poison. And… it also gave him the power to hypnotize people by doing this weird thing with his eyes. Yeah.. Fat face with magic powers. Strange mix, huh? Anyway….
"Name's Hypno Statiz GIRL," grunted Fat Face.
I covered up a laugh.
"Hypno Statiz? That is utterly the most awkward name for a super villain EVER!"
"Enough talking!" He growled back. What a very conversational guy!
Hypno whatever looked straight at me and then his eyes turned super dark black and suddenly my thoughts were scattered everywhere. I forgot why I was here, the purpose of life, why this guy was so weird looking, etc. Then my thoughts started disappearing all together.
"You mean nothing," he said.
"Go back to wherever you home is and stay there forever. Your life is worthless."
When he said worthless I suddenly snapped back to reality.
There is one thing I learned from my life so far- I am most definitely NOT worthless.
Leaving on that happy note, I punched him in his huge, ugly, fat face. He staggered backwards and then I quickly wrapped a blindfold around his eyes so he couldn't hypnotise me or anyone else again. He started saying some very…. creative words.
And I did that all without turning into Flameo.
I handcuffed him (don't ask where I got them;I'm not even sure), and then ran very quickly to a police officer and dropped the key for the handcuffs into her hand, and then left the scene.
All in a day's work.
I will admit though, he was incredibly easy to beat, so I don't really deserve bragging rights. All he could do was hypnotize people (in a weak way) and had a fat face. I might actually feel bad for him a little.
WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT
You might be wondering what happened between the day I got my powers and now. Or you might not; I do not know. Either way, I will tell you. It could be crucial to hear my backstory…
Four months ago, two days after I got my powers…
I wasn't sure what to do. Tomorrow I started school again, but I couldn't go with my powers out of my control. I couldn't NOT go because my Aunt and Uncle simply wouldn't let me miss even a day of school. And I couldn't ask for any advice from anyone because well… No one else besides me knew of my powers. I weighed the possibilities.
If I went to school I could lose my temper at a bully or teacher and burst into flames. Then police and special agents would be involved, and there would be a huge mess. Scientists would do test on me and….
No. Going to school was definitely not an option.
If I really wanted to stay home, I could pretend I was sick. But then my Aunt would figure out I was faking and I would be sent to school anyway.
I couldn't stay home either.
Then I had the brilliant idea of the future: I could DITCH school. Like one of those punks or something. I mean, I could get grounded for ditching school, so I would have to plan afterwards.
I got a huge headache. No matter what I did there were so many things that could go wrong. I did have a fourth option, but I didn't like it. I could run away from home.
Sure, that would break my aunt and uncle's hearts, but what else was I supposed to do? I had limited options. I also had powers now. That alone would change my life, even if they didn't have to do with fire.
I started sobbing, dreading to say goodbye and leave this house for possibly a very, very long time.
But it had to be done.
I wanted to become a hero right? One of the greats?
Well all heroes had to sacrifice something. And my sacrifice would be all I had- my family.
I sobbed silently, then fell asleep, secretly dreading the next day.
I grabbed my backpack after eating breakfast, and headed towards the front door. Before I left, I gave my Aunt and Uncle each a very long hug.
"Wow Amelia! You never seem this eager to say goodbye when you go to school!"
I couldn't meet my Uncle's eyes.
"Honey, is something wrong?" My Aunt asked.
All I said was, "Goodbye, I love you two. Never forget that. You mean the world to me."
"Amelia, wait-" my Uncle started to say, very confused.
I ran towards the school, careful not to give away my intentions. When I was within 3 blocks of my school, I turned left and ran. I ran as fast and hard as I could. I wasn't sure where I was going to go, I just knew I had to go somewhere. Somewhere where I wouldn't have to worry about hurting people.
Tears fell from my eyes. 'What am I doing?' I thought. 'I can't just ran away..'. But yet, I did anyway. This was so unlike me. It's just that… Everything happened so fast.
I was scared. Scared of what would happen next. Scared of how I would hurt my Aunt and Uncle. After all, I was their only family. I was scared of me.
Yes. I was scared of myself. I was scared of my uncanny abilities.
So do you still judge me for running away? What would you have done in my place?
So where I went: I found this old building where I kind of made my own secret lair. Well, when I say lair I mean where I slept at night and kept my things there in the day. Usually, as soon as the Sun had risen, I set out to the city. The crime rate in New York City was pretty high, so I had no problem finding something to do.
For the first two weeks or so, I tried my best to get in fit. I figured it would make me a better era to know how to throw a punch without going all "fiery".
I would spend the evening of every day throwing punches, and other self defense moves on this old punching bag I found in the dump. Who ever threw it out must've been one of those snobby rich people, because besides being slightly old, it was in perfect condition. There really wasn't any reason for someone to throw it out.
Moving on…
I didn't fight my real "super villain" until 3 months of living in that old building. Before that it was just people like robbers and in one occasion, a murderer.
Truthfully, life was pretty great.
Maybe running away wasn't such a bad thing.
For once in my life, I was free.
