New York City, Harlem, 6:30 A.M.
The alarm rings, waking up Tyrell.
Tyrell hits the alarm, unknowingly breaking it with his new powers.
'Another day, another dollar,' Tyrell thought as he got up while groaning. He wishes he could stay in bed a little longer, but the bills ain't going to pay themselves. He was expecting to have a killer hangover and be tired as he was out drinking and partying last night, but oddly, he didn't have a pounding and he felt so energized. 'This is strange, I didn't go to bed until 3:30 last night yet don't feel sleepy.'
Tyrell shrugged it off as he wasn't complaining. He enters the bathroom and begins to brush his teeth. After two minutes of brushing his teeth, he gaggles some mouthwash and spits it out.
Tyrell admires his teeth but somehow manages to bite his tongue. Hard. Causing blood to spill out on the sink and him to wince in pain.
"Motherfucker!" Tyrell exclaimed as he held his mouth in pain. Strangely, the pain didn't stay long as his mouth feels good as normal. "Huh, that's new. Is something strange going on with my body?" Tyrell examined his body to see any strange changes. He didn't find anything as his body was normal, however, he caught a piece of his tongue on the sink.
'Is that my tongue?' Tyrell questioned with widened eyes. He sticks his tongue out to confirm it and his tongue is still in one piece. 'This isn't making any damn sense. It wasn't right there when I first woke up, the fuck is going on?!'
Before he could panic, his phone started ringing.
Tyrell quickly heads to see who calling him and he sees his girlfriend, Jamila, calling him.
Tyrell answered it and put the phone to his ear. "Hel-"
He didn't get to finish his sentence as Jamila interrupted him. "Babe, I don't know how, but I'm in the fucking Arctic!" Jamila yelled at him with a shaky voice.
Tyrell's eyes once again widen. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Umm...babe, you know I appreciate your sense of humor, but I'm not in the mood for jokes as this has been a weird morning for me." Once he finished saying, his phone buzzed again and he checked it and it was a snap from Jamila. He opens the Snap and it shows Jamila with the biggest frown he has ever seen and holding her phone far away from her to show she is indeed in the Arctic and with the caption 'Do I look like I'm fucking joke?' "How the fuck did you end up in the Arctic?"
"I don't know! I was running late for work and booked out of my apartment. Next thing I know, I hit a glacier and broke it in half. That's when I stopped and realized I'm far from New York." Jamila explained to her boyfriend.
"So you had a weird morning too," Tyrell said while stroking his thought. He begins to think that he is in one of those weird fever dreams, so he pinched himself to wake up. That didn't work and he quickly realized that this is real life. "Okay, babe, stay calm, I find a way to come get you. For right now, just think of your happy place."
Suddenly, her phone cut off.
Tyrell was about to question what happened until Jamila appeared on his bed.
Tyrell jumps back a bit. "How the hell?!"
Jamila looks around and sees her in her boyfriend's bed. "Umm...how did I end up here?"
"That what about to ask you!" Tyrell shouted. He couldn't believe what was happening, he knew something strange was going on, but he couldn't explain it. "Do you have any idea what happening right now?!"
Jamila shrugs. "Your guess is as good as mine! This all strange to me as well," Jamila scratched her head in confusion. Then she remembered what her boyfriend said. "Say, didn't you say you had a strange morning as well?" Tyrell nods. "What happens with you?"
Tyrell didn't answer instead he grabbed Jamila's hand as he led her to the bathroom and showed her the piece of his tongue that he accidentally bit off.
Jamila's jaw dropped once she saw it. "Is that your tongue?!"
Tyrell nods. "I accidentally bit it when I was brushing my teeth. Didn't know a piece of it came off,"
"So how the hell are you able to talk? That's a big chuck that came off." Jamila is even more concerned about what going on with her and her love.
"Apparently, I grew another one and the pain didn't last long," Tyrell answered as he stuck his tongue out.
Jamila takes a sit on the toilet to register what going on. There is no way that this is real life, right? Nothing is making sense and the longer this goes on, the more confused she is.
"Maybe, the news has an answer to this," Tyrell said, breaking Jamila out of her thoughts. "Now granted, I am talking out of my ass, but there is no other we will find our answer to what happening to us." Tyrell exited the bathroom to head to the living room with Jamila following close behind.
Tyrell grabs the remote and turns on the TV. He changes the channel to the weather channel.
The two sat down, hoping the news would have an answer for them. After an hour or so, nothing worthwhile came up so Jamila turn off the TV.
"Well, that was a waste of our time," Jamila sighed as she rubbed her temple in her frustrations. "Ugh, we need to figure out what happening to us as I can feel that I'm slowly losing my mind the more I try to figure it out."
Tyrell is in deep thought about what possibly is happening to them. Then it hit him.
"Babe, what the date is?" Tyrell asked.
Jamila raised her brow at this. "The 21st, why you ask?"
"Remember the meme about black people getting superpowers? That's what could be happening to us." Tyrell said.
Jamila looks at her boyfriend in bewilderment. "You can't possibly be serious, babe. That sounds ridiculous."
Tyrell shot Jamila a serious look. "Do you have any explanation? Because last time I checked, it's not possible for a human to have a tongue grow back, breaking a glacier in half, end up in the Arctic, and back in New York in less than a millisecond."
Jamila was about to protest, but she quickly realized that Tyrell was right. There was no way anything of those things was humanly possible. "Okay, you have a point, but we're going to need more witnesses to confirm what happening because I'm having a hard time believing that this is happening."
"Way ahead of you," Tyrell was about to call his mother as she was usually up during this time. Suddenly, everything started to get louder. Before he could say anything, he could hear, smell, and see everything that is going on in the universe. It was too much and he collapsed on the floor with Jamila soon joining him as their senses were overstimulated.
"Ugh, what the fuck is going on now?!" Tyrell asked as he covered his ears to block out the sound.
"I...I think...our senses increased infinitely times fold because I see all the universe from here!" Jamila answered. She has to admit she always that space was big, but to see the size for herself...left her amazed and made her realize how small Earth is compared to the universe. Not only that, but it also made her realize that they weren't alone in the universe after all as she saw creatures of all shapes and sizes. "And I can smell everything too and umm...I do not know there were this many odors in this apartment."
Tyrell would roll his eyes if his senses wasn't overstimulated. "I told you I would clean the apartment this week!"
"You said that last week," Jamila shot back.
Tyrell wanted to protest, but he decided it best to have this conversation another time when their senses weren't overstimulated.
After 6 minutes had passed, the two managed to tune everything out and they sat back down on the couch. To process their newfound power.
"Well, we can't deny it any longer," Tyrell said as he looked at his girlfriend. "That just confirms it, we do have superhuman abilities. Because seeing, hearing, and smelling everything...was a whole new experience."
"Fosho', but what does this mean for us?" Jamila asked in concern.
Tyrell furrowed his brow at her. "Babe, I still love you, no superpower is going to get in the way of that."
"Not us, I mean us!" Jamila raised her arm and pointed to it.
Tyrell quickly realized what she meant. "Oh, good question...I don't know, but hopefully, us black people can make our lives easier for us."
"I hope so too, but let's be honest with ourselves...I feel like all of our lives are in great danger if it is true that the black diaspora all gain superhuman abilities." Jamila pointed out.
Tyrell nods in agreement.
Growing up black...it was never easy for them. Tyrell used to live in a predominantly white neighborhood and white kids will be so eager to call him a nigger, monkey, moon cricket, etc. Remember what his father and mother said about not letting any disrespect slide, he started to throw hands with anyone who called him a slur in any capacity. Hell, racism was the main reason he got into boxing and Muay Thai as his mother wanted to make sure he was able to defend himself. Sadly, for him and his parents, it's never got any better as the parents will always threaten to sue them when Tyrell defended himself, and the school obviously sided with the white parents. So Tyrell's parents decided it was best that they moved to Harlem as this wasn't a positive environment for Tyrell and they haven't looked back since.
Jamila's case wasn't any better. Growing up in Morocco, she has faced a lot of racism. In school, teachers always underestimated her intelligence and praised her athletic ability and in some cases, was envious of her athletic ability. Students used to call her slurs behind her back and make fun of her hair. Hell, in some cases, tried to touch her hair. Thanks to the ruthless bullying, Jamila had low self-esteem and she always wished that she was lighter so she could fit in. It wasn't until high school that she started to learn black history that she slowly began to unpack internalized anti-blackness. She slowly starts to gain confidence in herself and embrace her blackness. Thanks to her newfound confidence, she fired back at folks who go after her skin tone, she took up kickboxer in case she ever had to get physical, and she started to take training seriously. Causing her to win several gymnastics championships.
"Well, hopefully, people think twice before messing with us niggas," Tyrell said. "Man, this is a helluva tho'. I never thought a meme would become true,"
"Didn't Donald Trump win the election because of the memes?" Jamila questioned and pointed out.
Tyrell groaned. "You just have to remind me of that orange bitch..."
"I mean, you're the one who said that you never thought a meme would come true," Jamila shrugged.
"That doesn't mean you have to be a smart-ass about it!"
"Love you, bae,"
"Love you, too," For all the annoyance that his girlfriend caused him, Tyrell really loves Jamila as the two have been through hell and back together. Now, the two are entering a new chapter of their lives with their newfound powers.
Jamila looked at the time of her phone and realized she was three hours late for work. "Oh crap, I'm late for work!" Jamila got up and was about to run for work until Tyrell grabbed her arm. "Babe, what are you doing? I'm late!"
"Do you really have to go to work? We have superpowers now! And thanks to our heightened senses, we were able to find lost treasures fill with gold and jewelry that must cost millions!" Tyrell pointed out to her.
"I mean yeah, but most of those are in unreachable places," Jamila sighed. "Look Tyrell, I know we have superpowers now, but that doesn't mean we are invulnerable."
"True, but here is the thing, you would've turned into red mist with how fast you were going because the human should not be able that kind of speed, but yet, you're still in one piece with no scratch. And let's not forget that you were able to break a glacier in half with no effort," Then, something dawn on Tyrell. "Say, when you were in the Arctic...do you feel cold?"
Jamila was about to answer yes then she realized something. "No, I actually don't feel cold when I was there."
"And how do you feel after getting our powers?"
"Weirdly energetic. Like I have infinite energy to burn."
"Then, it seems like everything in our was heightened to an unimaginable degree," Tyrell looked at the couch and he decided to pick it up with one hand. He lifts it effortlessly. "Just as I thought. So yeah bae, it is best to quit your job. Besides, ain't your manager a power-tripping prick?"
Jamila thought about what her boyfriend was saying and figured he was right. She has been wanting to quit her job as her manager is an asshole. Not only that but every day, he throws a microaggression her way and has some unsavory views on women, black women especially. "You know what? You're right, babe," Jamila took out her phone and dialed her manager's number. He answered it to belittle Jamila for being late, but oh he has another thing coming. "Hey, Kyle I just want to let you know that I QUIT YOU FUCKING RACIST BITCH! So bye and have a horrible life, punk bitch." With that, Jamila hangs up and deletes and blocks her manager's number. She looks at her boyfriend with the biggest smile on her face. "Man, I've been wanting to get that out of my chest!" Jamila hugs Tyrell.
Tyrell happily returns the hug. "I'm glad you got that out of your chest," Tyrell then smack her ass.
Jamila lets out a yelp and smirks. "Oh, you in the mood?"
"Oh, I'm always in the mood, boo," Tyrell grins.
Jamila grabbed Tyrell's hand and led him to the bedroom. Tyrell closed the door and Jamila pushed him to the bed,
"I hope you are ready for a whole new sexual experience," Jamila said with a seductive smile.
Tyrell shot one back. "I'm always for anything,"
8 hours and 30 minutes later.
Tyrell and Jamila are amazed at what happened.
"Oh, that was an..." Jamila is trying to find the words for it, but her mind is on cloud nine right now.
"...A transcendental experience," Tyrell finished for her. "Damn, I still could go for more, because I'm still hard."
"I could still go for more too," Jamila said. "When I said a whole new sexual experience...I didn't mean so literally."
"Hey, I ain't complaining," Tyrell said with a huge grin. "You're up for more?" Tyrell kisses Jamila.
Jamila returns the kiss but pulls away. "I would love to, but we be here all day and night if we keep this up,"
Tyrell groans a bit but accepts it. "You're right, besides, what time is it?" He looked at his alarm clock and saw it at 4:45 PM. Tyrell's eyes widened in shock. "Damn, we've been at it for eight hours straight!"
"Well, we can add heightened stamina to our list of powers," Jamila said. "Hey babe, I meant to ask you this earlier, but what are you going to do about your job?"
"Eh, I'm quitting as well and not showing up for it," Tyrell answered. "They never give me the promotion I ask them for and they have been docking my pay so fuck them."
"Makes sense," Jamila said before she got out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. She turns to her boyfriend. "Say, boo, after we freshen up, you want to test the limits of our powers?"
Tyrell smiles. "You read my mind,"
35 minutes later.
Tyrell and Jamila exited out of the apartment and looked for an abandoned place to test out their powers.
During their search, non-black people stare at them with either amazement, jealousy, or fear in their eyes. Sometimes, all three.
The staring made the two uncomfortable, but it was to be expected.
"So I guess they heard the news?" Jamila whispered.
Tyrell nods. "They had to or else they wouldn't be staring so hard at us right now. This is New York, it not like either of them have never seen a black person before."
"Well, they need to stop staring because it starting to piss me off," Jamila said in an annoyed tone.
"The staring should be the least of your concerns," Tyrell said in a sad tone.
Jamila was about to ask until her hearing picked up what they had been saying about them in hushed tones. It was things like 'Them niggers don't deserve their powers,' and 'How the monkeys can be superior to the white race?'. Nasty remarks like that. Jamila was about to confront them, but Tyrell stopped her.
"It ain't worth it, besides we don't know how much our strength has been heightened so I'm not trying to turn them to red mist," Tyrell explained.
"I mean you do have a point, but we can't let them get away with this," Jamila said.
Tyrell nods and thinks of a way to get back at them without causing a fight. An idea pops up in his head. Grinning, Tyrell turns around and looks them dead in the eye. "Say, you know us black people have heightened senses so we can hear y'all little remarks, so if you want to say something, go ahead say it loud and clear, punk bitches."
Hearing that piece of info, they were embarrassed and quickly walked away. All quiet now.
Jamila snickers. "Ok, that was a great way to get back at them,"
Tyrell smiles. "Now, let's continue our search,"
The two locked their arms and continued walking.
After 5 minutes, the two found an abandoned construction site.
"Ah, this is the perfect test of our new powers!" Tyrell said loudly.
Jamila didn't say anything. Instead, she looks at the abandoned project and admires how tall it is. 'Wow, this building is pretty huge. I wonder why it was abandoned. Seems kinda strange when the building is almost finished,' After some more admiring the building, an idea pops up in her head. 'I wonder have our jumping ability has been increased.'
"So what should do first?" Tyrell asked. He got his answer when he a felt strong gist of wind breeze past him and he saw Jamila high up in the air before she landed on top of the building.
Jamila looks at herself in amazement. "Holy fuck! Having superpowers is amazing!" She bounces up and down.
Tyrell smiles. He loves seeing his girlfriend happy and he can tell that she needs this after she has been feeling homesick these past couple of days especially Christmas coming up. That and he loves seeing her ass and titties jiggling. 'Oh, having heightened senses is the best,'
Jamila stops jumping and begins to admire the city. 'Whew, the view up here is amazing! I sometimes forgot how big this city is,' Jamila looks up at the sky and uses her absolute vision to see the universe in all its glory once again. 'However, it's nothing compared to the universe. It's truly...no words can describe how big the universe is.' Jamila had enough sightseeing and jumped back down. Once she landed, she shook the entirety of North America. Jamila stands up and sheepishly scratches her head. "Well, it's going to be a challenge on how to control our newfound strength."
"I'm sure we'll figure it out eventually," Tyrell assured her before looking around. He saw a bulldozer and he walked up to it. 'Let's see if our punching power increased.' Tyrell sends an uppercut to the bulldozer. The bulldozer is sent far into space.
Jamila whistles. "Damn, that bulldozer is gone!"
"I don't feel an ounce of pain from doing that," Tyrell said as he looked at his hand. 'This power...is out of this world to put it simply.' Tyrell thought, he looked at his girlfriend and his thoughts drifted to his family and the black diaspora. 'Could our powers help us finally true equality and equity? What will the government do to the black community?' Those are the questions he desperately needs answers. It sucks that something as awesome as superpowers is starting to cause him stress, but that is just the life of a black person. Tyrell knows that the world would hate the black community even more because they have been blessed with powers, but it's not like they asked for them. It was just another joke that the black community was playing with, they never thought it would actually happen. Tyrell ain't complaining tho', he just worries for his community and what this could mean for them. All he knows is, that he is ready to defend his family and his community if anyone decides to try something with them.
Their noses begin to pick up a scent. They soon realized a building was burning somewhere. Not only that, they heard people screaming for help in there.
Tyrell and Jamila look at each other for a second before they both use their speed to get to the burning building in less than a second.
They stopped in their tracks once they saw fire trucks. Not being used to their powers, Jamila almost tripped, but she caught herself while Tyrell fell face first on the ground. Jamila holds in her laugh as Tyrell gets up and dusts himself up.
Tyrell shot his girlfriend an annoyed look before turning his attention to the firefighters. "So what happened here, sir?"
"We got a report saying that a fire started because of outdated wiring!" One of the firefighters said.
"Is there still people on there?" Jamila asked in concern, not taking her eyes off the fire as it seemed to be getting more intense.
"A few! We tried to get them, but the fire was out of control and seemed to be getting worse!" Another one of the firefighters shouted.
Before Jamila and Tyrell could ask any more questions, an Indian woman tried to run into the building but two firemen stopped her. "Let me go! My child is in there!"
"We know that ma'am, we're trying the best we can to get them! We just need to get the fire under control!" One of the firemen said.
"Well, it doesn't look under control!" The Indian women shouted.
Hearing the Indian woman's child is in there, Jamila's kind heart overrides her sense of thinking and she runs into the fiery building. The firemen yelled while everyone else was shocked to see someone straight run up in there. Tyrell was about to chase after her, but he remembered that they had superpowers now, so she would be fine. Although he is still worried for his girlfriend. 'I'm sure she can handle this. I go in when I hear she is in trouble. I just make sure the fire doesn't spread to other buildings as it seems to be getting worse.'
Jamila follows the cries of the child. The fire did not bother or slow her down in the slightest. 'Given how intense the smoke, I thought I would feel in my lungs. Yet, I don't. I guess we can add super lungs to our list of powers.' She thought as she finally made it to the room. She tries to open, but she can feel it barricaded by debris. "Sweetheart, can you hear me?!"
"Who...are you...are?!" The boy asked between his cries.
"My name is Jamila and I'm here to get you back to your mom!" Jamila answered, she step back from the door. "Listen, sweetie, I'm going to need you step back from the door! Can you do that for me?!"
She got her answer when her hearing pick up the boy's footsteps moving further. Letting her know that he follow her instructions. Jamila slams her body through the door. Breaking the door and the barricade.
The boy immediately runs to her and hug her leg.
Jamila leans down and picked the boy. "Shh, don't cry now. You're safe now, you have my word for it," Jamila assured him in a soft tone and she flashed him a warm smile. "Now, let's get you back to your mom."
As soon she take a step, debris fall on her.
The boy screamed and close his eyes. Thinking this was the end of them. After a few seconds has passed, the boy opens his eyes and saw Jamila effortlessly pushes the debris off of her. The boy is in awe of her savior.
Jamila immediately went back to getting them two out of there.
Once she exited the room, she was greeted with the sight of the building being completely ablaze with no way out.
'Shit! Shit!' Jamila thought with gritted teeth. 'At this rate, the boy won't be able to get out of here alive! Think Jamila!' Jamila tries to think a way out of here. Then, it hit her. 'Let's see if this works.' She thought of her boyfriend and the next thing she knows she appeared in front of Tyrell with the boy in tow.
"Navin!" The Indian woman shouted in happiness as she run to grab her baby boy with tears running down her. "Oh, I thought I lost you!"
"He's okay, he just needs medical attention," Jamila said with a soft smile as she hands Navin to his mother.
The Indian woman looks at Jamila with amazement. "How could I ever repay you?!"
Jamila puts her hands up in the air. "Woah, there is no need to repay me! I'm just doing the right thing."
"Well, can you at least give your name?" The Indian woman asked as she rub her belly. "I want to name my daughter after you."
Jamila is a bit taken back by this. "M-my name is Jamila, ma'am,"
"The name is Sumati," Sumati introduced herself. "I will always be eternally grateful for what you have done for my family." She bowed in respect to Jamila.
Jamila is not used to this type of praised. If it wasn't for melanated skin, everyone would see that she is blushing all over.
Before she could say anything, one of the firemen yells. "FUCK! THE FIRE GOT WAY OUT OF CONTROL! THE BUILDING IS ABOUT TO BLOW! TAKE COVER!"
Once he said that, everyone begin to run out of the blast radius while Jamila immediately got in front of Sumati to protect her and her children from the explosion. Tyrell immediately got in front of Jamila to protect her and thinking quickly, he inhales a lot of air and blow. The blow was strong enough to put the fire out and stop the explosion.
"Huh, super lungs and breathe as well? That is going to be helluva handy," Tyrell said in amazement.
"Tell me about it," Jamila smiled. "We can make our lives much easier with these."
"Well, it looks like we put a stop to it. Whew, I think we did enough for today. I'm going to head home. You coming with?" Tyrell asked.
Jamila nods.
The two was about to leave until Sumati called out to them.
"Wait, before you two go, can I get one of y'all numbers?" Sumati questioned. "I want to invite you two to dinner once I get my living situation straight."
Jamila quickly told her number and Sumati thanked her. Tyrell and Jamila head back to Tyrell's apartment.
Now that the black community has superpowers, there is no telling what is in stored for them, but they know whatever happens...they will preserved through it like they always do.
Wyoming, Cheyenne, 5:10 P.M.
Neizan is in the living room. Watching T.V. and testing out his new powers as he constantly creating new stuff out of thin air.
Yesterday was a crazy day for Neizan. He never thought the black community would actually get superpowers as he thought it was just a meme. He ain't complaining tho' as having powers is awesome! Well, that is until you accidentally broke the refrigerator with your newfound strength. Then again he can't complain about that as it seems like he has the power of creating things.
'Okay, I think enough,' Neizan thought with a small smile. 'That should be enough for my family back in Cuba. They won't have to want for anything in the world anymore.' Neizan looks at the gold and diamonds he created for his family. 'Now, how can I ship this to Cuba?'
Before he could ponder on that, there was a knock on the door. Not knowing who it could be, Neizan uses his speed to hide the gold and diamonds in his room before answering the door.
It was Kathryn with a cherry pie in her hand and her boyfriend, Johann, behind her.
"H-hey, I noticed you weren't at work yesterday or today, and I got concerned so I made this pie for you in case you were sick or something," Kathryn said with a shy smile.
"Oh, you didn't have to do that, Kath! I just took a week off to relax and I feel better than ever," Neizan said as he gestured for them to come in. "Sup, Johann."
Johann didn't say anything, instead, he just gave Neizan a half-assed wave.
This annoyed Neizan, but he didn't say anything and just closed the door.
Neizan and Kathryn became friends when Neizan first started working here and Kathryn was asked to train him. Kathryn was too shy to approach him as he was tall and muscular, but Neizan broke that barrier and was patient with her as he too was shy as hell when he was young. The two hit it off quickly as they realized they shared many interests. Soon, the two began to hang out outside of work and the two hit the gym pretty frequently. In return, Neizan trains her at the gym. Neizan appreciates her friendship as she is his only friend in this city. The only problem with her is her fiance.
Neizan and Johann don't talk to each other much, but Neizan interacts with him enough to clock that he is racist. He sees it on how Johann looked at him with jealousy in his eyes or he scowls every once in a while when he and Kathryn are hanging with each other. Neizan thought it was weird when Johann has a problem with him and Kathryn, but racism doesn't make sense. However, he feels responsible for almost causing them to separate because one night, he was at their house hanging out with Kathryn. He managed to overhear their conversation where Johann expressed that he is uncomfortable with the fact that Kathryn is friends with a thug and that Neizan is a bad influence. Kathryn didn't take it well and defended Neizan. Sensing an argument was about to happen. Neizan told Kathryn that something come up and that he would talk to her later. He had to leave because he knows that Johann wanted to call him a nigger than a thug and he was about to cuss Johann bitch ass out, but he decided that leaving was the best course of action as he doesn't want to catch a case and Kathryn didn't need the love of her life and her best friend fighting.
The next day, Kathryn called him in tears saying that she and Johann separated. Neizan felt a little guilty and comforted her to the best he could. It was a rough couple of weeks for Kathryn as she was always down and was constantly talking about missing Johann. It was hard, but Neizan was there for Kathryn every step of the way.
Neizan snaps out of his thoughts when Kathryn calls out to him.
"You seem to be deep in thought, Zany," Kathryn pointed out. "I hope we aren't interrupting anything."
Neizan gives her a dismissive wave. "Oh, y'all good. I'm just contemplating my time here,"
"Missing home?" Kathryn asked as she cut a piece of pie and handed the plate to Neizan.
Neizan happily takes the plate. "You could say that. It has been a while since I have seen them,"
"Well, I think you should go see them for New Year's since it's coming up," Kathryn told him as she handed Johann a plate and fixed a plate.
"As much I would love to, I'm going to work overtime for New Year," Neizan said.
"I could cover for you if you like," Kathryn offered.
Neizan's eyes widen in shock. "Are you serious?"
Kathryn nods. "Of course. You're a dear friend and anything for my friends,"
"See, this is why you're my nigga!" Neizan smiled as he pulled Kathryn into a hug.
Kathryn happily returns the hug.
Johann groans and scowls at the display. He doesn't know what his fiance sees in this...beast as he doesn't seem much. He hopes that Kathryn will wake up one day and realize that this monkey is a bad influence on her. If not, he might have to take matters into his hands as he has a couple of friends that will gladly take care of this mandingo.
The two separate and they all take a seat to enjoy the pie. Kathryn informed him what had been going on at work and Neizan was surprised at how much tea he had missed. The two shared some laughs while Johann sat down quietly. Enjoying his fiance's pie and silently seething at Neizan's existence. Neizan notices the scowl that Johann shot his way and Neizan shifts his eyes to look at Johann. Johann quickly looked away.
'What is this guy's problem?' Neizan thought. 'I know he doesn't like niggas, but he at least could make it less obvious.' Neizan mentally sighs. He has a hunch that Johann might be afraid that he would try to steal Kathryn's from him. 'Which doesn't make sense as I see Kath as my little sister and I'm sure Kath sees me as the same. Then again, I could be reaching. As long he doesn't try to ruin my friendship with Kath.'
After a good 2 hours of sharing laughs and stories about their lives, Kathryn and Johann were about to home.
"It was good to hang out with you after so long!" Kathryn said with a happy tone.
Neizan lightly chuckles. "It only has been two days,"
"Two days too long if you ask me!" Kathryn said before pulling Neizan into a hug. "Well, we will be heading home now as I'm going to work tomorrow."
Neizan returns the hug. "Alright, see you later," The two separated. "Before you could go, I have something for you." Neizan reaches into his pocket and pulls out a necklace made with ruby and sapphire. "For you, my friend."
Kathryn gasps and admires the gift's beauty. "Oh, this is gorgeous. You shouldn't have,"
"Nonsense, you're my sis and anything for my family," Neizan grinned.
Johann narrowed his eyes at Neizan. 'How in the world he was able to afford that?!'
Kathryn pulled him into a bear hug. Neizan would get the life squeezed of him if it wasn't for his newfound durability. "Thank you! Thank you!"
"Anytime," Neizan smiled.
The two said their goodbyes and Kathryn and Johann exited the apartment to head to their car.
Johann got in the driver seat while Kathryn entered the passenger seat and Johann drove off.
Kathryn couldn't take her eyes off the necklace as it was so beautiful and a token of her friendship with Neizan.
Johann on the other hand, sneered at the necklace. "I don't know what you see in that...man," Johann is disgusted at himself for calling Neizan a 'man'.
Kathryn shot her fiance a confused look. "How many times are we going to have this conversation, darling? He is a great guy. I don't know what your problem is with him,"
"My problem with him is that he is a bad influence on you!" Johann said loudly.
"You always said that, but you never explain why. So please explain why he is. I'm listening," Kathryn is tired of Johann saying that. In her eyes, Neizan had never done anything wrong to Johann. Ever since she became friends with Neizan, Johann has always been against their friendship.
Johann so badly wants to explain why Neizan is a bad influence. Unfortunately, he can't say the quiet part aloud as his fiance is a fucking liberal. It is amazing how Johann was to stay with her so long as they been plenty of times that he wanted to leave the relationship. Thankfully, the pros outweigh the cons as Kathryn is smoking hot and her family is very wealthy and influential. She always used to be easy to control too as her shyness and insecurity stopped her from speaking up against him. However, thanks to her hanging out with Neizan, she slowly became more confident in herself and started to speak out against him. "Nevermind dear, you won't get it,"
Kathryn wanted to press him about it some more, but she decided against it as she wasn't in the mood for an argument.
Neizan is taking a night walk to pass some time.
'I have been up since yesterday and yet, I don't feel an ounce of tiredness. Hmm, this will be useful,' Neizan thought as the possibilities of what he could do with his powers were endless. 'Hmm, I wonder what else I could do.' Neizan stopped walking for a second and got into a running position. He is curious to see how fast he can go and he takes off. He was able to travel the world in 10 seconds before stopping at his original stop. 'Interesting, I feel like I can go much faster, but I don't want to overdo it and potentially end up lost in a whole different country.' Neizan continues walking. Pondering what he should eat. 'Hmm, I also don't feel hungry either. Could it be possible we don't need food to survive anymore?'
Neizan snaps out of his thoughts when he hears a voice behind him.
"Well well, look what we have here," A masculine voice said. "A lonely nigger who doesn't know his place in the road."
A vein appeared on Neizan's forehead and he turned around to see four white guys who appeared to be in some biker gang and they all have swastika tattoos. This causes Neizan to scowl.
"You know your kind ain't welcome into these parts, boy," One of them snarled.
"You better watch who you calling boy punk bitch because you're fucking with the wrong one," Neizan growled.
The leader lightly chuckles at Neizan. "Look at that boys, we got a bold one! I suggest you should watch your tone or else, your death will be worse than it is,"
Neizan smirked. "I would love to see y'all try, punk bitch," In any other circumstance, Neizan would be running away as he is outnumbered and they all have weapons. Fortunately for him, he has superpowers now.
The leader runs to Neizan with his metal bat dragging on the ground. "Didn't say we didn't warn you, you lowlife nigger!" The leader swings the metal bat at Neizan's head. The metal bat broke once it came in contact with Neizan's head. Everyone's eyes widen in shock and horror. "What?" The leader backs away from Neizan as this usually doesn't happen when they beat black people.
Neizan yawns. "Is that the best you can do?"
"You will eat those words! Don't worry boss, I got this! I will show this filthy monkey his place!" One of them took out a knife and charged at Neizan. He thrust the knife at Neizan's stomach. The knife broke once it came into contact with Neizan's skin.
At this moment they knew, they fucked up.
"Now, my turn," Neizan smirked as he leaned down and flicked his finger at the leader. A strong gust of wind hit the leader and sent him into a tree. Knocking him out cold.
Seeing how outmatched they are, they slowly back away before running away. Sadly for them, Neizan isn't letting them get away as he appears in front of them. The four of them shrieked and they held onto each other.
Neizan cracks his knuckles and gives them a beating they will remember for the rest of their life.
Once he was done, all of them except for one was unconscious.
Neizan picks him up by the throat.
The man squirmed to get out of Neizan's grip, but it was no use. "Please...spared...me...I have...a wife...and kids,"
"Oh, I have no intention of killing y'all, but I want you to send to your biker gang...don't ever harass another black person or a minority for that matter. Got it?"
The man rapidly nods. "Whatever you...want! Just...let me...go!"
Neizan drops him to the ground. The man quickly calls 911. "And if I found out that y'all harassed another minority...just know I will finish the job," Neizan threatened with narrow eyes
The man rapidly nodded and Neizan walked back to his apartment.
Next morning, 7:30 A.M.
Neizan is sitting on his couch, watching the news.
The world has caught onto the fact that black people have gained supernatural abilities. It is causing major concerns and unrest in nonblack communities while the black diaspora is currently celebrating by having parties and proudly showing off their superpowers.
Neizan cracked a smile as he loved to see his people happy. However, he is concerned by this new phenomenon. It's a well-known fact in the black community that the world despises their existence and now the black community has superpowers...how will the world treat them? 'I just know for a fact the government will try to experiment on us and try to make us into super soldiers,' Neizan thought as he grimaced at that thought. 'If we don't comply with them, they will either try to force us or worse...drive us to extinction. I don't know which one is worse as doing the government's bidding never leads to anything good.'
Neizan broke out of his thoughts when he heard a knock on the door. Neizan gets up and opens the door. He was greeted with the sight of Kathryn in her sleep gown and panting heavily. "Woah, you good, Kathryn? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Is it true?!" Kathryn asked between her pants.
Neizan tilts his head in confusion. "Is what true?"
"That you have superpowers!" Kathryn shouted. "I watch the news and find out that black people have superpowers! Is that how you was able to get my that beautiful necklace?!"
"Well, yes to all of that," Neizan answered with a grin.
Kathryn pulls him into a hug. "Aww, you're so sweet. I don't know what I did to have a friend like you!"
Neizan returns the hug. "Eh, it was nothing. Anything for my sis,"
Kathryn pulls away. "So the black community has superpowers now? This is going to be interesting to watch unfold,"
"You ain't jealous or scared?" Neizan questioned.
Kathryn furrowed her brow. "Why would I be jealous? Y'all deserved this for all the struggles y'all face in everyday life. I may not get the experience, but thanks to your stories and you educating me about black history...it is the least y'all deserved. I admit I'm a little scared as a lot of people are getting superpowers, but I have faith that the black community will quickly figure out to use y'all powers,"
'Kathr really is a pure soul,' Neizan thought with a soft smile. 'I don't know how that racist punk was able to land her, but it's like my granny always likes to say...life is very funny.'
"Anyway, I have to get going," Kathryn said. "It was nice seeing you, Zany! I see you later!"
Neizan gives her a two-finger salute. "Later, Kath!"
With that, Neizan closes the door.
'Hmm, I wonder what should I do today,' Neizan pondered on that for a moment. 'Well, I've always been curious to see how much my durability increased. So why not test it out.' Neizan exited his apartment and ran to the Mauna Loa volcano. He stopped once he was on top of the volcano. 'Here goes nothing.' Neizan thought as he took a deep breath before diving into the volcano. He lands in the lava causing a big splash. After a couple of seconds, Neizan emerges from the volcano and swims to shore. 'Okay, our durability has been augmented to insane heights because the ability to swim in lava and not feel it at all is fucking crazy!' Neizan was on shore and he realizes he butt ass naked. 'Fuck! I should've brought a change of clothes!' Neizan quickly runs back to his apartment to put on some clothes. He ran back out to explore the world. After a few seconds, he decided to visit the Amazon Rain Forest as he always wanted to visit since he was a child.
He stops running once he makes it and switches to walking when he makes it. Neizan is in awe of the forest. He always knew it was beautiful from the pictures, he had seen, but to see it for himself. 'It's an experience fosho',' Neizan thought as he couldn't stop smiling. 'Man, having super speed is the best because the ability to go anywhere in a couple of seconds is very useful and I get to go to my dream destinations for free. Well, mostly as I still want to go to Disneyworld and that cost lots of money.' Neizan continues to explore the Amazon. Admiring it jaw-dropping scenery and he pets any animal he comes across. It's funny, he used to be terrified of these animals and would get nowhere close to them. Now, that he has superpowers, his fear of them is gone. It's crazy how his changes so fast.
After hours of exploring, he decides it is time to head alone and chill.
These powers...he doesn't know what they have in store for him and his community, but he knows that a storm is coming and he is prepared to defend himself and his community if need be.
