My Super Secret Life…Villain-4

Chapter 4

I’m sitting with the make-up off of my face and looking at Jeff as he’s looking at the stuff on the sheets in front of him and I’m chewing my lip and staring at him.

Jeff’s my doctor.

Well Jeff’s a doctor that I free supply with stuff that I steal so he has the stuff to actually treat people, poor people out of his small little clinic. Usually the wait out front is nuts but I get special consideration so he doesn’t lose his golden goose as it was…were?

“Well Rook it looks like you’re showing normal blood work.”

“I can’t be this…this little elf girl…she kissed me and I…I…y’know..”

“No, what I mean is that your normal hormone levels from your usual blood work are usually well below the normal levels for a teenager in your age group.”

“So?”

“So you’re producing normal level now, in both HGH and female hormones.”

“I’m becoming a girl?”

“Most likely, your mutation has already started you down that path.”

“Yeah but it stopped, I mean why now?”

“Stress, age, I’m not sure? Rook you’re a Meta your genes are coded to do things that they don’t do in regular people.”

“So?”

“So you run on a totally different body clock than regular people plus you’re a psi?”

“I don’t get what that has to do with anything?”

“You affect the real world with the power of your mind. You’re a powerful telekinetic.”

“I’m not that powerful.”

“Bullshit, I’ve seen the things that you can do and brute power is one thing but you have almost a preternatural facility for your powers that I have never, ever seen before or even heard of.”

“It’s called practice Jeff.”

“Yeah well I’ve the feeling that the shock of your body changing might have pushed your psionic abilities to tell you body to stop.”

“But why now?”

“Stress, age, it could just be the right time or…”

“Or?”

“Or you’re having a meta-reaction to that kiss?”

“Huh?”

“She had something about her either biological of metagenic or even psionic that opened the door on your body’s cycle.”

“So what do I do?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do I do? How do I stop it? I don’t know how to be anything like that and…and…”

“And?”

“I’m wet…it’s….”

“Sticky?”

“Fuck off Jeff.”

“Well I’ve got somethings that might help. I’ll be right back.”

…………………………………………….* 3 hours later.

“Fucking asshole….”

I’m looking at my hand and frowning no scowling at the “things that might help.”

Pamphlets…. “So you’re getting your period”

“Your breasts and you.”

“So your child is entering puberty.”

Oh and to top it all off I have a little plastic baggy with free condoms in it and free samples of Midol.

I nearly punched his lights out when he suggested that I come back and that I get a pelvic and a smear.

“Fucking asshole……”

I slip back into my place tired, angry and still freaked out and I feel…sticky.

I hate feeling sticky and I might have gotten a shower at the clinic but I’d just have to put the clothes on again.

I go straight to the laundry and I’m peeling out of my clothes and dumping them right into the washer and getting out of the stuff as fast as I can and even using telekinetic force to pull off the grease paint that I wear on my face as a disguise. If I had a pool I’d have dived into it.

I settle for my shower and I try to scrub the unsettled feelings away. I know to a lot of people getting to feel something might seem like a blessing but I’m scared, I’m scared because this is different from my normal life…it’s change and change isn’t good, not for me that last time I changed I became me and I lost everything that I knew.

So yeah I’m freaking out and five minutes into the shower I’m somewhere between having bawling my eyes out and having a real and genuine panic attack. I end up sliding down my shower stall wall and crying my eyes out and trying to breathe through the sobs.

I’m freezing from the cold shower by the time I get out of there and dry myself off and I go to my room and crawl into the covers and hide away from the world.

Then it hits me.

Am I being hormonal?

It’s a shitty end of the day/night and I have a ton of bad dreams. The Masons and the kids, what might have gone down if I hadn’t been there. Those bleed into me and being home and the stuff with my parents and the looks that you get both when you’re changing and when you actually display a thing, a power that’s not normal. There’s some people that change and go nuts or were just psycho to begin with and just didn’t have the power to do shit.

That’s actually common…well powered revenge is. There a lot of mutants or meta-being that get powers and one of the first things that they do is go looking through their mental hit list.

Don’t bullshit me either, if you’re human or even if you’re not there’s this list in you of those people you hate that you’d do harm to or wish harm to befall them. Even the nicest people you’d meet have a revenge list.

Mines actually kind of small. I act mine out far too often. And when it does happen it’s usually something deserved.

I toss and turn and get twisted up in my sheets and dream of Link, of that kiss and her…five two or three maybe a buck twenty soaking wet. Blonde and elf like but that LOTR elf type not the anime elves with the antennae ears.

I remember that kiss, and the way she smell of peaches and baby powder.

Her lips were so soft.

But why me? Why kiss me? I didn’t deserve it…I’m me and I don’t do the people thing, not really keep them away from knowing me, from betraying me. I don’t want to feel these things! I don’t want to feel anything for anyone!

Being nothing is better than being something and getting sucked into the bullshit lives of others. I’ve been nothing for so long …I don’t know how to be a person! I don’t know how, I don’t know how…I don’t know how…

I wake up feeling sick in my heart and my body’s aching and I feel it, I feel the start of the first cramps as mutation shift is starting…the cramps move around slowly pulsing in that gripping pain that sinks right to my bones…I can tell I have a fever starting or my metabolism is going out of wack.

It takes so much to get up and get, water, energy bars, vitamins, and use the bathroom. I fall into bed as it hits harder and harder these bubbles of pain hitting me in places like I’m boiling on the inside…

And I’m alone…alone and sick…sicker than…and god I hate this…It hurts so bad everywhere…inside, out, body, mind, heart… “I don’t wanna be alone…help…”