When life gives you an upgrade, make something happen
The moment I first used my power, was indeed the most important time of my life, and if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here writing this today. You see, the moment I could use my power, was the precise nanosecond before my time to be killed. No one was murdering me, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, except I couldn’t have got it so perfect.
I was on my way home, and my car was in the garage due to a problem with the exhaust. I had to get the bus, however they were running late so I decided to walk. It wasn’t far, maybe a mile or so however I would take a different route to the bus. About 20 minutes into my journey, it started to rain. It had been a very grey day, with scattered showers all afternoon, however it was much darker now and you could feel the weather changing. I got out my umbrella, and pulled up my collar on my jacket to protect myself from the winds. It was fine until the thunder came, but I had to continue on, as there would be no shelter until I got home. I could hear the thunder from what seemed like miles away and the lightning sheets could be seen across the sky, however there were no fork bolts to be seen. The rain started to get heavier as the wind started to pick up speed. My useless umbrella was blowing against the wind, to and fro until finally it slipped from my grip. I jumped to catch it but suddenly there was a flash of light and I fell to the ground. As I looked up from the floor, white light was emitting from behind me, and everything was stopped still. Frozen in mid air, raindrops appeared as small spears hovering in the air. Then I saw the bright light. Suspended in front of me, was my umbrella, engulfed in white flames, charring in slow motion. The light however was not emitting from the fire but instead the lighting fork hitting the umbrella and sparking off each of the spikes of the arms. A jittering electrical bolt rooted from the clouds and splitting down through the umbrella and attempting to reach the ground to singe that too.
That’s when the realisation has occurred to me. There were stories of people getting extraordinary gifts at random times in their lives, but the thought still hadn’t occurred to me that I would be one of them. Had I not have got this power, I would have been that connection between the umbrella and the ground, and be surrounded in flames too. A moment like this, one could not forget, but in that moment, it’s so alien, it’s unbelievable. Especially when there were questions now filling my head. I had to get out of there.
Using the light from the bolt I continued my path towards my home. The light cast shadows and beams of light further than my sight, and walking through the still rain kept me wet. I had got about 200m up the road and looked back, only to see the umbrella separated, singed and scattered in the air, the bolt now reaching the floor, but providing a stronger light force than before as the bolt became thicker. Despite my power slowing the time down to an extremely slow rate, I still would not have much time until the bolt would disappear and darkness should fill the streets again. I started to pick up some speed, however I also accidentally kicked a stone, which to me, was travelling at normal pace. The stone dragged along the ground, etching its path in the road.
The light of the bolt went out and the world around me plunged back into darkness. The stone was now smoking above the earth due to its high velocity. I continued homeward in hope I would not be hit by lightning again and told my wife as soon as I got in. She wouldn’t believe me, but after many arguments and opinions, and an attempt to fully prove it, she soon came round, but that was to be expected. This was not the end however…
I was asleep and I was dreaming. I was shrouded in darkness, standing awake in my room. I could see myself sleeping but I was just stood there. Time passed and I watched myself sleep. It felt like a strange dream.
I heard a noise behind me, and I was startled. Startled enough to move. I had turned and I relaxed from the surprise sound that turned out to be nothing but the house creaking in the night. I could see into the mirror. I could see what I looked like. I wasn’t happy. A tall dark figure with glowing pupils stood before me. Naked but body coloured like the night sky. Hair too, lost in a body of darkness. As I came to realise that this was myself, I looked closer at the reflection and started to walk towards the mirror. I stared down at my hands but it was true. My body was darker than the room I stood in.I tried to leave the room and find some light but I was still trapped. Every time I attempted the door handle, I passed right through it. With this knowledge I tried passing through the door but it still acted like a barrier. Every wall stopping me from passing through and every object unavailable to touch. My very own prison from hell. Rest assured I needed someone else to open the door for me.
I turned back to my body. It was my body. This was just a dream. I needed to wake up but I’ve not had a vivid dream like this before. I tried to shout but I had no voice, however it made my body squirm. I tried shouting more. My body murmured. I was getting angrier. I needed this to work. I silently screamed and shouted at my body to the point where it flinched and cried and then a bellowing howl came from it. I stopped surprised. Just as my body did. I heard footsteps. This would be it. I heard my mum scratch the walls for the hall light switch. Light beamed out from under the door. Still dark as night, I saw stars within my body glimmer as the door started to open flooding light into the room. I edged forward to meet my mum. She screamed but I lurched forward to hold her. One touch and she fainted. I was able to grab her as she fell. But she was asleep lying in the hall.
I looked up and saw my dad. He looked at me in confusion. I didn’t know what I’d become so for him to look at me like this was another thing. He reached out to the storage cupboard and grabbed a rounders bat. I panicked and returned to my room, to my body hoping I can reason with him. I tried to tell him it was me but no sound escaped my mouth. Looking at my body for hope. I grabbed my sleeping self and the body turned wispy like a silver mist. Rising up inside me, I breathed again once the mist had fully entered me. I turned back to my dad, still with night sky skin, and weeped. The sound could finally be heard but before I could explain my dad swung to hit my head but it phased right through me, he hit my shelves off the wall as he swung round unexpectedly. He threw the bat down and demanded where his daughter was. I turned to the empty bed and back again. I told him it was me. He misinterpreted as me who took her and went to grab my neck. The first touch as I flinched and he fell towards me. I tried to keep him upright but I am not strong so he laid at my feet.
On the floor, my parents slept the night through. But I had gone by then. I left the house. I couldn’t open the door but I was able to walk through it. I went to the one place I knew would be safe.