I've got the power

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"What a bunch of shit," Joni complained. "He basically told me to stay away from men or I'm gonna, like, get murdered or something! I'm trying to get dicked down tonight!"

"I dunno," Stevie said. "I think he's for real."

"Well, I think we were supposed to meet our cohorts at that music club 20 minutes ago."

"Ugg I can't go," Stevie said. "I gave all my money to that fortune teller. I'm totally broke until we get our measly excuse for a food stipend on Monday."

Stevie walked Joni to the club, where she could see the other interns through a large window.

"You gonna be alright walking back alone?" Joni asked.

"Yea, I can take care of myself," Stevie replied.

The munchies gripped her stomach as Stevie made her way back to the student intern tenements. She eyed the food stalls and briefly choked on her own drool. She really was totally broke until their weekly stipend came through. Unlike the other student interns, she didn't come from a family with money. She didn't come from a "family" at all, unless you consider the nuns who ran the orphanage as family, which she didn't. They were surprised when she got a full ride scholarship to study archaeology at university.

She had always been a "troubled" child who could never stay at a foster home for very long. The reason had always been "unexplained phenomena" or "mysterious circumstances." Some families thought she had just been in the system too long and couldn't be "fixed." The nuns had even made her go through an exorcism when she was 14. When a few boys at school were bullying her, they were all mysteriously zapped with an electrical current. Stevie confessed that she did it, but she couldn't say how. Another time, when her foster brother tried to force himself on her, he punched himself in the face and tried to cut his own dick off with a kitchen knife. That's what triggered the exorcism.

The exorcism was bad. A preacher was slapping her and yelling for the devil to get out. And Stevie promised herself she wouldn't use her powers, or at least admit to using them, unless she really had to. As far as the nuns could tell, the exorcism worked. But no foster family would take her after hearing about the kitchen knife incident.

The full ride scholarship was her ticket out of there. And the nuns weren't around anymore to beat the devil out. And that fortune teller had told her to use her powers. So, as she walked past a food stall, she stopped and said hello to the vendor. He handed her a warm wrap. "Free falafel for a pretty lady," he said with a smile.

A/n
Since we're all beautiful geniuses, we know Stevie's magical powers are a stand. But she's never met another stand user... that she knows of. So she really feels like a freak.

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