Chapter Twenty Two
Rewind
*Short, but neccisary. ~Erin*
I wished, as I sat on the couch watching TV, that I could be like Anastasia. You know, that movie that came out about eight years ago about the Russian
tzar's family, the Romanoffs. The family was all killed except for, apperently, the youngest daughter, who had lost her memory and was taken to an
orphanage. Well, I was watching the movie, which was what had made me think of this. Unlike her though, I have to go to some mad scientist for my memories,
whereas Anastasia got a couple of hers from a musicbox. I wish there was an item somewhere, hidden in my parents' bedroom perhaps, that I could just pick up
and BOOM, all of my past comes back. Of course, there wouldn't be. I'm sure I would have seen or felt or smelled something that would have brought more than just
a familiar feeling to me whenever I experiance it. Thinking back, I know there was a lot of things that felt almost like deja vu or familar to me, even if I was sure it had
never happened to me, but they never brought any sort of memory. (Hell, I didn't even know something was amiss untill a couple of months ago.) For example, when I
first got into Janet Jackson, I could have sworn I knew all of the dance steps or had made up my own dance steps to songs of Rhythm Nation, even though that
was the first time (that I knew of at the time) of seeing the music video.
I wondered if the death of my brother was why I was so afraid of water. Maybe I was always afraid of water, even before he died. I wanted to know what his
name was, and if we fought a lot. I wondered if I was even correct in the assumtion that I had a brother to begin with. After the movie was over, I slowly got off of the
couch as to not disturb 'Sleeping Uncle Leonard', and went into my room. I had much to add to my timeline on my computer and felt I should have gotten it done
before I forgot any of it . Part of me worried that something might happen and whatever I have been given as a memory the past five years will be erased, but I knew that
was silly.
Sometimes it still amazed me that the legend of Batman, something I heard here and there throughout the time I lived in New Gotham, were actually real. I
always thought that Batman was just a myth, so learning that he was real, as were the other heroes everyone claimed to be saved by, was amazing to me. The city was
lucky to have these people watch over them, and like Batman and Batgirl/Oracle, half of them didn't even have a metahuman ability to protect them, just their brains and
their courage. That was what was so strange to me though, this whole thing with Batman. I mean, from someone looking in on the whole thing, they would assume that
he was just some rich guy with too much money to do anything with, so he used it to create a secret identity. He was much more than that, but I swear, I admire the guy.
He had no sheild to protect him with, but still he did it, at first for revenge for his parents, then out of justice to the people. It amazes me though that after all he's fought,
and after all that courgage he needed to fight it, he had to run away from the city (sorry for the pun) like a bat out of hell.
As I sat down and turned my computer back on, I felt my mind go through everything that had happened, ending with Dinah's kiss and the conversation I had with Ms.
Gordon. Since when did I star in 'Days of Our Metahuman Lives'? Or no, it was starring Barbara Gordon, Helena Kyle, Dinah Lance-Redmond, and introducing Gabby
Andrews. I wish I knew what Dinah wanted from me. I don't think there is an in between road for friendship and lovers, and if there was one, I doubt I'd want to travel along
it, anyway. I had no choice but to go back to my original plan to wait this out and hope my feelings go away. I know my heart wasn't planning on doing that. Not since
DInah had told me loved me, too.
After the computer loaded completely and I was staring at my desktop, I clicked on the untitled document, reread what I had on it so far, then added:
Tuesday December 1, 2002- Woke up to silence. No buzzing or anything until I got to the school. Heard thoughts from far away. Heard Helena's thoughts. Dinah and
Helena are metahuman, people like me with abilities. Dinah's a touch telepath and telekinetic, and Helena has catlike abilities. Heard Dinah say 'I love you' later, used my
mind to say 'I love you too'. Called for Uncle Leonard to call me, and he came to the house. It made me weak. Dreamed Dinah's memory of fighting for her home
Wednesday December 2, 2002- Dreamed Uncle Leonard's memory set in New Gotham Park. I have a sibling (?) A brother perhaps (?) Kelly came by to apologise. Her
metahuman abilities aren't genetic. Gina called, her metahuman abilities are genetic, was born with her wings, and her mother is a metahuman as well. Kelly says guy who
hurt her (Chris), Mr. Fangi (our freshman year math teacher), Mr. Werner are all metahumans. Told Ms. Gordon, Dinah and Helena about my guesses on Harleen
Quinzell's stolen abilities. They agree. Used my abilities to talk to both Ms. Gordon and Helena at the same time. Made my legs give out. Dinah taught me a trick she
used to control her abilitites and now I can control when I hear the thoughts. Keeping my door open only a crack.
After I typed that up, I checked my email (but there was nothing more than spam), and then I read a few chapters of a novel length Xena uber story, which helped keep my
mind off of things. I was on chapter seven when there was a short knock, followed by Uncle Leonard's head poking in. "Hey, I went to the store for some more food while
you were out. Had a friend pick me up. Anyway, I saw this at the drug store and thought you'd like to play." I looked at the item he held up, and it looked like a deck of
cards. On the box it said Uno. I have seen the commercials and I had played with Kelly once a long time ago, but then she lost a bunch of the cards or they got bent, so I
hadn't played for a long time. "I think you've played this before. Can you teach me?"
"Sure. It isn't much different from Crazy Eights. Let me save this, and I will be right there." I looked at Uncle Leonard's face, and he seemed almost like a child. Why
he had the sudden urge to play Uno was beyond me, but I thought it would be fun, and I could spend some time with my old Uncle Leonard. I did as I said I would and
added the web address so that I could get back to the story later, then turned off my monitor.