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Denki POV: Eight Hours into a Parallel Universe

I raced back outside, panting. I had exited on the side backdoor and my heart was beating outside my chest. Was I overreacting? The police sirens sounded a little bit quieter. Maybe I was overreacting. The police always wanted the best for citizens. Surely if I just explained that it was an accident, they would understand. Nothing bad had to happen.

"Hey kid, are you alright?" My head snapped up to the voice. A police officer was a couple paces from me, hand on his belt. He looked concerned.

"I-I'm fine. Sorry about that." I shot him a smile and ran my hand through my hair, trying to calm my nerves. It's fine, I just had to tell him it was an accident. Sparks jumped off my fingers as I brought my hand back down.

The cop looked at my hands. "Did you just… produce fire?"

"Oh, not at all." I said nervously, "I have an electric quirk!" The cop's eyes widened. My eyes widened. How dumb was I?

"Listen kid." His speech was slow and careful, but his entire body had tensed up in that single moment, "Can you come back with me, peacefully, to the station so I can take a statement?"

My feet started to back-petal slowly, "I don't think that will be necessary, really. I mean, I don't even know what happened. Why would I?" I was denying and deflecting too late. I knew that. Does accidental quirk loss of control count as a crime in this weird place? I had a bad feeling that I did not want to find out.

Something pinched me in the back. I flinched in surprise as I turned, following a flow of electricity that I was suddenly absorbing. There was another cop. Of course, they always had partners, but this cop looked younger and less experienced. They both seemed particularly astonished that I could take a taser to the back and still be standing. Tasers were pretty low voltage, only taking up about 1.6 percent of my maximum voltage capacity. I dislodged it from my back and dropped it to the ground.

"Look…" I started. The older police officer yanked out his gun. "NO! Don't, I didn't mean to do anything, I swear!" His sights were lined up on me and I heard the telltale click of another gun being pulled. I was so screwed. I didn't want to die!

I heard a whoosh so loud I felt like my world was blurring out of sight. No, it was blurring out of sight. I also heard a gunshot, but it faded so fast, I wasn't sure. I could feel a hand around my waist, and another holding the back of my head. Or not, the feeling was gone as soon as it started. My world was at a standstill. That didn't seem right. Where was the town? Or any of the buildings? A wave of nausea struck me, and I promptly threw up.

"Sorry about that! Most people have a similar reaction to super-speed. I guess we did just travel two miles in less than a second! Or at least that's what it felt like for you, huh?"

I wiped my mouth, and grimaced. Glancing to the source of the voice, I saw a boy who appeared to be my age, with what looked like natural silver hair. He was wearing a silver jacket as well and slid his googles from his face to the top of his head.

"What is happening?" I asked. Was this the guy I just accidently fried in the library? Did he just run both of us out here? Man, this dude made Iida look like a total slow poke.

"Well, I did just save you from being shot at, after you tased me." He said smiling, fiddling with his goggles, wiping the lens before putting it back on his head.

"I didn't tase you on purpose, I accidentally lost control." I felt my cheeks go pink. What kind of high school student had this little control over their own quirk?

"Wait, is your mutation actually electricity?" He appeared to on the other side of me in a silver blur. "My name is Peter by the way, and I can run really fast as you can see."

"I can't actually, you are literally too fast. My name is Denki, and I can control and produce electricity." I held up my hand to let the light flicker up and down.

"Woah! That is super cool! And also, crazy strong, usually electricity prevents powers from being used, but that can't ever happen to you! That is amazing!"

Denki laughed, "Yeah still have a hard time controlling it or directing it where I want it to go, but it is pretty cool."

A smile split Peter's face as he listened, "That is still awesome, how many volts can you produce?"

"1.3 million. I go brain dead for a bit after that." I explained, tapping my temple, "How fast can you run?"

"About Mach 118, or 90,000 miles per hour if that helps." He scratched the back of his head, "But I have my own limits of how much I can run, because that being my top speed, its gonna wear me out more than if I run slower."

"That is insane!" I exclaimed, "What even, how is that fair? You are so strong!" As long as he keeps moving, and not even at top speed, he could never really be defeated if he was a hero.

"Are you kidding? You are stronger than me! It only takes like 200-ish volts to take down anyone, including mutants, and your limit is way over that!" Peter said, buzzing with excitement.

I laughed, "I guess so, but you have far more control over your qu-mutation than I do!" I should at least try to pretend that I was from this universe.

"Well, we shouldn't just hang out in the middle of nowhere. Do you want to come hang out at my house?" Peter asked, running a hand through his silver hair.

"Sure! I'm actually not from around here, so I have nowhere to be."

"Awesome, just hang on, and try not to shock me." Peter joked. I let out a surprise squeak as he picked me up bridal style. I didn't even have time to reply as the world spun into a maze of blurred colors. It was trippy as all get out, but now that I expected it, it did not make me as nauseous.

Three seconds had passed, and I was standing in a room. It looked more like a storage room than a bedroom. There was a couch on one side of the wall, and several tv's lining one wall, as well as many individually wrapped American snacks. I have never had a Ding-Dong before, but it looked good from the outside. A PAC-MAN machine stood in one corner, and a Ping-Pong table was in the middle of the room.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Peter spoke dramatically, adding a theatrical bow at the end.

I laughed, "I appreciate the greeting!"

He zipped over to the couch, relaxing on it, "So, when you say you are from out of town, how far man?"

"Japan." I spoke.

"Woah. That's pretty far. Well, enjoy America, although I'm surprised at the fact you snuck through the travel restrictions. Usually, international flights do not allow mutants."

"Well, I didn't. I got zapped over here by someone else." It sunk in at that moment that I had truly left everyone else behind. Were they worried about me? How long until they stopped searching for me? Did they even know that I jumped universes? It had been nearly a day already. I hope my friends are okay.

"Really? Why?"

I shrugged, "I have no idea. I think they might be trying to get at my friend? Maybe." But why jump me if the target was Kirishima? It didn't make any sense. Unless I was the target? Why? Or maybe the villains motive was completely irrelevant to the chain of events.

"Well, you'll have to try to find out if you can get back. Or find a friendly face to get you zapped back there." Peter mussed.

"Yeah, might have jinxed that since having a run in with the cops. You think they are looking for me?" I asked.

"Let's find out." Peter said. In a flash of silver, the TV was on.

"This incident is very concerning." A reporter spoke on the crackling channel, "A mutant has been discovered that can manipulate electricity, and burned out every electrical appliance in a library, including the security cameras. The report from the cops on site was that this individual has blonde hair with a black streak and appears to be high school age. No one knows the motive…"

I blocked out the rest of the news, my heart rate spiking. I was being searched for like a common villain. This was the opposite of what I wanted to happen; oh, why did I lose control?!

The TV clicked off.

"Hey, it's okay, I know it was an accident, I was there. We just need to figure out how…"

A voice from upstairs cut off his next words. It sounded like his mom, "Peter! The cops are here! Again…"

Both of our eyes widened at that. Did someone track us here?

"Hide!" He shoved me to the ground as he blurred out of existence. I shuffled my way under the couch, just as I heard footsteps coming down. It sounded like multiple people. My heart accelerated out of control as I focused on not producing electricity, despite the nervous hum underneath my skin. I heard whooshes accompanied by the sounds of someone playing Ping-Pong. That had to be Peter.

"What do you guys want? I didn't do anything. I've been here all day." How the silver haired speedster sounded so nonchalant was a mystery to me.

"Just relax Peter, we are not cops." I heard a deep male voice explain. That's good, I guess. I was surprised to say the least, but they sounded like they knew him.

"Of course, you're not cops. If you were cops you wouldn't be driving a rental car." Peter's voice sounded sharp. They might know him, but it sounded like Peter did not know them.

"How do you know we have a rental car?" Another person asked.

"I checked your registration when you were walking through the door. Then I had some time to kill, saw you were from out of town. Are you FBI?" Peter asked. A woosh sounded again, "No, you're not cops. Hey, what's with this 'gifted youngsters' place?"

I turned my head, trying to see what was going on. I tuned out the conversation, just for a bit while quietly readjusting.

"So, you're not afraid to show your powers?" One of the newcomers asked.

"What powers? What are you talking about? Do you see something strange here? Nothing anybody would believe if you told them. So, who are you? What do you want?" Peter asked. At the vantage point from the floor, I could see pairs of shoes now. Two set of boots, two sets of sneakers, casual clothes.

"We need your help, Peter." The deep-voiced person stated.

"For what?"

"To break into a highly secured facility... and to get someone out."

"Prison break? That's illegal, you know." Peters voice sounded teasing.

"Well, only if you get caught." The man responded.

Another whoosh sounded and the PAC-MAN game was turned on, "So, what's in it for me?"

"You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into the Pentagon." The PAC-MAN game stopped. Pentagon? I know that, I think. Wasn't that an important government building in America? They were talking about breaking the law, but then this universe was so backwards, that the public hated people with powers.

"How do I know I can trust you?" Peter's voice asked.

"Because we're just like you." Said one of them. It was followed by a sound of a sword being drawn crossed with a bone shifting sound. What in the world?

"That's cool, but it's disgusting." Peter said, "If I am going, I get to bring a plus one."

Ah, so we trusted them. Peter did, at least. Since he saved my life, I was going to refer to him for judgement on this. Time to make a memorable entrance. I popped my head out from under the couch.

"That would be me!" I exclaimed. Three startled faces stared back at me, and one grinning one. This was going to be fun.