Worlds Colliding

leaving marks part 2

fury /noun

1.  wild or violent anger

2.  extreme strength or violence in an action / or a natural phenomenon

I head back to my apartment, storming into the bathroom, while my jacket flies in the air only to land on a lamp next to the window, the heels hitting and scrapping the wooden floor. Maybe there will be a dent in it later - again. I don't even lock the door, if someone ever tried to get in, they would be the ones to blame. And to suffer. I open my medicine cabinet and look for something to put on my hands. I find a special herbal ointment and apply it on. It stings like hell, but I ignore it. I take out the bandages from under the sink cupboard, wrap them around my hands and cut them with scissors. I stare at my palms covered under the thin, white material and sigh. Honestly, of all the stupid things that could have happened to me, something like this comes up. Scrapped and stingy skin. I suddenly feel like a five-year-old that fell down from her bike and is too embarrassed to tell anyone about it.

I look in the mirror. My hair is all messed up and electrified. I stare at my reflection and try to calm down. As my pulse lowers and thoughts become more rational, so does the state of my locks. I smirk at myself. The medusa is pretending to be moderately cool. 

Yeah, good luck with that.

I walk into the bedroom, strip to my underwear and open my wardrobe. I stand there, topless and with hands on my hips, tapping my foot. I grab a black dress, almost ripping it from the hanger. It's tight, has long sleeves and ends somewhere at the mid-thigh. I frown and grab a black bra to match. I put it on, then I slip into the dress. I pull up a long zipper at the back and glance at the big mirror behind me. Will do. I go into the living room, find my jacket still hanging on the lamp and pull it on, and release my hair from under it, then look around. In the hallway, I pick up a pair of high leather boots that go up just above my knee and quickly put them on. I shake my head, more zippers to handle. I take a small leather wallet, my keys and head out. That drink was still very needed. At the last moment I turn around and pull out a pair of small black gloves, with the cut off fingers. Perfect.

* * *

I sit at the local bar and sip on my gin and tonic. The third one of the night. I feel just a little bit buzzed but I also know that the alcohol won't hit me too hard. With my specific metabolism, I usually burned it off in two, three hours tops. If I stopped drinking now - with the amount of alcohol that I have consumed to this point - and walk home by foot, I would be sober before I would reach my place. Not that I actually drank too often. I usually preferred a different kind of buzz, that only the energy within me could provide me.

I stare absentminded at the people around me and automatically flex my hands. They still sting. I growl quietly, not pleased. They should heal in the next two days but the situation still agitates me. Why the sudden glitches in my energy levels? My powers never reacted this way before. What was the cause for it? My eyebrows furrow as the unwanted answers slip in. Again, I think of the moment when I grabbed her arm at the cafe that she was working at. I felt an amazing current of energy and an unspeakable electricity. But it wasn't just the simple, mundane body attraction. Not the so called silly chemistry. 

No. 

This kind of magnetism had a different explanation. Every person in the world had their specific kind of energy that flows through them and reacts with their surroundings, and all the beings that they meet in their lifespan. Hers was extraordinary. Captivating and so 'familiar'. Yes, that was the dangerous part. As if I felt those vibes before. Long, long time ago... yet, no matter how much I tried, I couldn't place the memory. Or perhaps I didn't want to find it, a strange fear stirring in my veins like poison. Clouding my vision and any rational thoughts. Was she the one that we all feared? I close my eyes for a moment and then order another drink from the hipster looking bartender with his 'trendy' beard. I see him later sending me very intense stares. His eyes undressing me inch by inch. Nothing new, I think to myself and change my position.