In the year of 2015, it appeared that I was the only one of my kind. I was eighteen years old, and I just graduated from high school. After high school many people choose to attend college, and since that seemed like the “normal” thing to do, I chose to follow that path. The University of Pittsburgh at Johnstown is where I ended up. I finished my first semester of college with minimal excitement and interaction. I was still laying low because only six years have passed since my mutation occurred. Now I know the word “mutation” does not sound very appealing, but it wasn’t a noticeable mutation.
It occurred many years ago, in my father’s laboratory. My father was a lead scientist at one of the largest pharmaceuticals in the world. He is well renowned for his innovations and safe practices, but one day it was not so safe. It was bring your child to work day at the laboratory, and my father, even though he had created many great things, always said that I was his greatest creation. The day started out with a tour of the facility. It was a magnificent work of art without a speck of dust or dirt anywhere. The tour lasted a couple of hours, and it included some demonstrations of what was being done there. Even though it was a pharmaceutical, there was some pretty sick stuff going on. When the tour concluded, it was time for lunch. I sat down with my father, and quickly ate. He was conversing with a friend of his and their child, so while he was distracted, I took the opportunity to show myself to the bathroom. Well by bathroom, I mean the experimentation lab. It was where my father’s work was being conducted, and I had always been curious to see my father’s work in action. Everything was always so secretive with him, and the worst part of it was that he could not even tell me about it. I’ve always had a great memory, and I navigated the halls quickly. I soon came upon the sliding doors, which were left open for some reason, and stepped inside. This had to be quick. I could not make a sound, and I most certainly could not be caught. It would embarrass my father, and result in a severe punishment for myself. I rapidly scanned the room and affixed my eyes on a small jar. In this jar were small, purple liquid pills. I reached in and picked one up, only to have it slip from my fingers. A mini heart attack ensued, as I scrambled to retrieve the slippery pill. Ten agonizing seconds later, the pill was back in its jar, and I was ready to get the heck out of there. I turned to walk away, but as soon as I took a step back I hit something. I swung around, and to my horror, a large, clear vat of the clear, purple liquid began to topple over. I tried to catch it, but I only made it worse. I tripped back over my own two feet, and landed on my back, with the liquid plummeting towards me. I gasped, and tried to let out a cry for help, but my mouth was soon filled with the liquid. It shot straight down my throat, and I didn’t even need to swallow. At first, it was extremely bitter and aggressive, but the sensation faded into that of sweetness and serenity. How could I be calm in a time like this though? I just consumed a vast quantity of who knows what, and now I have to tell my own father. I scramble to my feet, and narrowly avoid falling on the wet floor. When I regain my balance, I notice that the door is closed, and alarm begins to sound with the piercing words, “Hazardous spill in the experimentation lab.” I was in the experimentation's lab, and I caused the spill. I had to get out, but the door would not budge. People, including my father began flocking to the windows and to the door. Then a countdown began, preceded by the statement, “Automated cleansing will begin in… 10… 9…” On the tour, we learned that automated cleansing was a bad thing. It was supposed to release chemicals that would kill or neutralize the hazard, and I was stuck in it. My father was screaming, trying to get the doors open, but they were sealed along with my fate. I just sat down in disbelief. “2… 1…” The last thing I remember is the pain.
Two months later, I wake up in a hospital, with my parents beside me. They reinform me of my incident, and my father proceeds to tell me why I am still alive. The purple liquid had been ingested so quickly that it already coursing through my body, and when the neutralizing chemicals were released, they reacted with chemicals from the liquid and chemicals in my own body. It caused mutations in my brain. These mutations saved me, but they did much more than that. They gave me the ability or superpower of telekinesis. The experiment that my father was working on was one inspired by the “Limitless” movie. He was trying to access every part of the brain at once, and with a little accident, it worked on me.
Fast forward to 2016, my best-friend, and roommate, Ethan and I decided to take a class called Digital Humanities together. Ethan was also special. He had the ability to fly which came from an experience he had in South Africa. Anyways, this Digital Humanities class was pretty normal. We were in groups of four or five. Our three group members, like us, appeared as normal college students, until one day the college was attacked. Rising political tensions had caused extremist political factions to rise up quickly, but no one ever thought that it would have escalated so far. We were sitting in class one day, when the ground began to shake. Dr. Justus got a phone call, which instructed him to initiate a certain protocol. We quickly turned off the lights, and crouched down in the back room. Ethan and I knew that we had to get out. We had to help. We stood up to leave, but we were quickly told to get back down. That was when the first bullet flew.
The bullet went clean through Dr. Justus’s hand, and hit the back wall. Without much thought, I used my mind to grab the assailant's gun, as Ethan jumped forward and knocked him off of his feet and out cold. We made it out of the room only to be confronted by more enemies, but we were not the only ones to leave the room. Our group members were behind us, and with a nod they took care of the other group of enemies. They also had superpowers! My mind, even at with its heightened ability, was freaking out. We quickly knew that we had to split up, but first, Ethan flew around campus to find out how many people we were up against. After figuring out that it was a number around one hundred, we split up. The attackers were in five buildings including, Blackington, Krebs, Biddle, the library, and the Union. Immediately we were off.
I moved myself to the Union where guards waited outside. I levitated a large boulder from the woods and flung it at the guards. I picked up some smaller stones, with my hands this time, and entered the Union. Guards were also inside the doors, but I quickly dispatched them by launching the stones like bullets. I could hear shouting coming from the cafe. It turns out that a couple teachers and employees were being held hostage in their booth. A man, surrounded by twenty or so guards, spun around towards me. I jumped behind the salad bar, as bullets smacked all around me. I was surrounded by silverware and salad bowls. With a break in the gunfire, I rose to my feet, and began launching silverware. Knives worked the best, but I quickly ran out, and I still had ten to twelve minions in front of me. The next best thing was bowls and plates. They worked surprisingly well especially when thrown like a frisbee. This left me with three more attackers. I flung a chair, and took out one more. The last minion charged me, but I grabbed his boots and tripped him. As he fell, his head smashed off of a table, rendering him unconscious. The leader of this group simply surrendered, so I tied him up and let the hostages take care of him. I rushed back to Blackington, but on my way, I noticed everyone congregated outside. As I approached them, it began to sink in. We were superheroes, and we just saved the day. We were the secret superheroes.
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