Why did everyone else get all the cool superpowers?
Kelly was a world renowned chef, with the ability to cook a perfect steak every single time.
James can throw a paper ball into a waste basket, from any distance, and make it in without hitting the rim.
Mandy can make goldfish do synchronized aquatic displays.
Armond can always get the lighting perfect for a picture, and didn’t need to take more than one shot.
When the display of the monitor popped up in front of the PowerForU tech, she grimaced. Her dark brow furrowed, and she bit her red lipsticked lip in concentration as she tapped a few more keys. She leaned in close to the screen, as though proximity would change what she was seeing, and the computer screen illuminated her pale face.
“Well, uh…” Then she grimaced again, her green eyes darting nervously between the screen and my face. The excited butterflies turned to squirming worms of worry.
“Is something the matter?” I asked, and tugged on the tail end of my braid, the blonde hair victim to my anxiety. I was in an exam chair, much like a dentist’s, and in a slight recline. The head scanner meant to determine what power I’d be getting had moved away, the mechanical whirring a soft drone, and was replaced by my own clear monitor. The display remained blank.
“No,” she hedged, a little too quick. “Um, congratulations,” she said, her voice weak, the programmed phrase falling from her lips like rotten fruit.
On the monitor, little fireworks lit up around the words: “REMOVES THE ABILITY FOR PEOPLE TO MERGE PROPERLY WHEN WITHIN FIVE CAR-LENGTHS OF YOU”.
I sat up fast and pushed the monitor out of the way, and the metal shrieked in protest at the rough treatment.
“There has to be a mistake!”
“I’m sorry. There’s not,” she said, brusque but polite. “Thank you for coming in to PowerForU Tech, and we hope you have a wonderful birthday!” she chirped, and promptly exited the room.
All hope that buoyed me for a grand day of discovering my awesome power disappeared, and I deflated like a used balloon.
“Shit!” I cursed, and crossed my arms over my chest.
“Ma’am?” a voice called from the doorway, and a man in with slicked back black hair had his head poked through the entryway.
“What do you want?” I grumbled, and glared at the man. “Want me to leave before everyone so I don’t mess everything up?”
“No, ma’am. I’d like to speak with you for a moment, if that’s alright with you?” he asked.
I nodded, apprehensive and unsure. He stepped into the room and closed the door quietly behind him.
“What’s all this about?” I asked, as he drew closer. His suit was impeccable and tailored, and he had the look of a weasel about him. He didn’t smile, but it wouldn’t have improved his countenance, or lessened my mistrust, if he had.
“I’d like to make you an offer,” he said, and stopped and a few feet away, just out of arm’s length.
“An offer for what?”
“Have you ever heard of the Road Rage Villains?”
My mouth dropped open. “Yes,” I spluttered, “I have.”
“Well, we think you’d make a great fit,” he said, and this time he did smile. His grin was made more vicious by sharpened canines.
My eyebrows rose almost toward my hairline, and my black frame glasses slid down my nose. After a moment, I started to grin in return and pushed my glasses back up to the bridge of my nose. Screw Kelly, the others, and their cool superpowers.
Maybe today wasn’t going to turn out so bad after all.