Kyle struggles a bit before shrugging and taking a nap. Naps are fine. And they feel better when encased in something. It'll probably fix itself during that time.
This confirms it. I have the worlds shitiest super super power. Other people get to fly and shoot lasers and hit things really hard. Not me though. Nope. I get to forget things. I am literally Alzheimers lad. With the power to... uh... forget things. Fucking perfect. I could have had something happen to turn my life around, make something of myself, finally be better at something practical than my sister. But the universe says that I have to take a penalty disguised as a blessing. Fuck you universe. I'm going to be completely fucking average and there's not a thing you can do to bring me lower. Cunt. Fucking fight me m8, I'll wrek you swear on me mum...
A nameless dread hits you just as you lay down to take a nap. You tell it to go fuck itself, and sleep comes soon thereafter.
Your dreams are filled with a vivid, strange darkness all around. It stabs into your optic nerve like a knife, feeling more real than anything you've known before. A chill travels down your brain, and it feels like your skull is about to implode, your white matter becoming an unstable vacuum. Your body shakes violently, about to split in half from the pressure and fragment. Every muscle in your body cramps up, and your body bends against your own will.
Eventually you wake up shivering, damp, cold, suffering from a terrible migraine and also quite weakened. You're not sure you could stand in this state, though that may just be initial lethargy.
Assessing the surroundings, you notice that you appear to have fallen asleep on a sidewalk. Exhaustion, possibly? You certainly feel like it, and you probably have at least three different kinds of pneumonia now, going by the same impression. You also hear a voice, and notice that a woman wearing a bonnet appears to be the source. She rushes over to you in the next few moments, looking you over.
"Kyle? What happened to you?" she asks. You think her name was Mary. You've definitely seen her before, you would say. Today, even. The memories are coming back rather quickly, though they feel oddly incomplete for some reason.
Selina just nods and goes upstairs to see if she can find something half way decent to change into and get away from the uneasy feeling she had of Lynn rifling through the mail. At the very least, she wanted a room no one was in so she could see if her... slime... stuff... actually did anything to walls or small pieces of clothing. So far, it just seemed to make things a little oily.
Though only two rooms upstairs are fit for nightly habitation in their current state (one harboring Beth and the other Tim and Lloyd), there is a third - the one with the closet that you got your current clothes from. You search some more in there, and find a rather splendid if loose dress deep in the disorganized piles. It seems to fit you much better than your current clothes, so you change into it without too many second thoughts.
Now then. You're alone in here, and you don't think anyone's going to look for you in the next half hour or so. Might be a good time to test your powers, perhaps.
Wasting no time Steven quickly runs over to the downed cop and hastily removes his gun and holster as well as his his handcuffs swatting the officers hands away as necessary and growling to dissuade further attempts at preventing him from taking them.
Once he has his new starting gear steven grabs the officers radio and puts it in front of the officers face allowing him to groan into it for a few seconds so that medical aid is promptly dispacthef and then turns and flees.
Taking off on foot steven works his way through back streets and tries to avoid stores and security cameras whilst looking for somewhere he can safely remove his disguise without being seen or caught on camera.
You rapidly steal the officer's pistol, its holster and the handcuffs he has with him, shove a radio in his face while holding the proper button down, and after a few moments of pained sounds on the officer's part, run off into the night, eventually changing out of your disguise when you're sure nobody's looking for you or watching you. Starter gear successfully acquired!
Let them suspect all that they want. The non-combat aspect of her powers is subtle enough that they couldn't honestly make a decent claim of anything. Except maybe getting the ability to read minds or some other such nonsense.
Over the next week, you manage to cram the entirety of the middle school curriculum, even learning how to solve all the typical math problems entirely in your head by necessity. It takes a lot of subjective time to get used to it fully, but you manage it - all a matter of practice, time and patience. You've hardly mastered this method of study, indubitably, but you've certainly spent enough time on it to work out some rather neat mental algorithms to make all of middle school algebra, geometry and much of English a snap, while memorizing enough junk to pass with flying colors in the other stuff - the aptitude test you take shows as much, and though it is invariably a strange set of circumstances (since you weren't known to exactly be some sort of child prodigy before, mostly just weird and friendless), the school board doesn't seem to have any choice but to transfer you to high school.
You're sure you'll fit in just fine there.
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