Monsters Of Our Past: Origins

Z.I.T. part 2: Hell

Impulse POV

Suddenly, someone shook my shoulder. Zed was smiling at me.

"Staring off into space? Your turn buddy!"

I held my breath. He sounded just like Skizz.

Skizz. Maybe I should just leave. Before I hurt someone else. Before I kill someone else.

But he might be alive. He might. And the people I had come to think of as my friends might have answers.

"You in there?"

I started stressing out. I didn't want to tell them. Well, here goes nothing.

"I was struck by lightning when I was five. The gods took mercy on me or something and I got power over electricity."

I let the electricity flow over my hands.

"I always had trouble controlling it. Still, my parents insisted I could live a normal life. I just had to hide it and hide it well."

The group of people knew what was coming.

"I had a really close friend. Even more than that, if you know what I mean. He was the only one outside of my family who knew. Still, he never ran. He was the one thing that kept me going up until I met Tango and Zed."

I paused, unsure as to if I wanted to tell anyone what happened. My two friends didn't know. I don't want to be a monster. But I guess I already am.

"We were in an alleyway one night. That night he told me he loved me as more than a friend. I was so happy after he said that. We just stood there holding hands. He always said he liked how it felt when I held his hand. He said it tingled and it made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside."

I couldn't not remember how that turned out. It... it killed him in the end. He didn't deserve it. He was the only one who didn't care about how dangerous I was. It's ironic that it was my cursed powers that killed him.

"We were cornered in an alleyway one night. A thief tried to steal from us. I brought out my electricity powers just to scare him. Skizz was holding my hand. Instead of the electricity doing this..."

I let the electricity flow over my hand once more.

"It killed him. The thief left me alone. But Skizz was dead."

Everyone gasped. I was the only person who knew. Even Zed and Tango were horrified. I don't blame them. We have all accidentally done horrific things, but killing your only friend? That was too much. The only one who might understand is Etho. Still, for some reason they didn't run.

"I was going to end myself the next day. The only thing that stopped me was Zed and Tango. At the time, they were both human. Zed wasn't dead and Tango couldn't set his hair on fire and be fine."

Right on cue, Tango's hair burst into flames.

I smiled at my netherian? Yeah. That works. Friend.

"Time passed. We ended up being friends. Then Tango got trapped in the nether. Zed died getting obsidian for the portal. Once again, I was alone. Still, I stayed only because Tango would probably like something to come home to. Once again, I would have..."

All of us understood what I was saying.

"Tango got out of the nether two years later. I had a lot of questions as to what in the world happened, why he was six inches shorter, and why he was chilling in a pool of lava. We talked for a little while, then Zed appeared out of thin air. Not the Zed Tango had grown up knowing, however, seeing as he was an angel."

I paused. This might be the happiest part of my story. I finally wasn't alone. But it was hard for them.

"They both started freaking out about not being human anymore. I remember their panic. And the joy of not being alone anymore. Of not having to hide this."

I held up my electricity-covered hand.

I decided to retell the story. Of course I was going to make both of their voices ridiculously high pitched. It was too funny to pass up.

"Zed, how are you alive?"

I said this in a ridiculous pitch. Tango realized that was supposed to be him. Everyone laughed as Tango protested.

"I have no clue. How are you in a pool of lava?"

Another, even higher pitch for Zed. Everyone burst out laughing.

"I don't know! I also don't like being the height of a fifth grader!"

Back to Tango's pitch.

"Hey! At least you're not dead! What am I going to do with wings?"

Zed's even higher pitch once more.

I kept quiet for a couple of seconds, then pretended to be a narrator.

"It was at this moment Tango realized something."

I switched to the pitch I had decided to make Tango.

"Z-Zed? We're monsters now, aren't we?"

Now Zed's.

"I guess we are. We're most certainly not human, though you could pass off more easily than me. I know your eyes are red, but that's easier to hide than wings and feathers."

I went back to my normal pitch. I was there too.

"I understand."

Tango's 'voice' was angry.

"You don't understand! You're not like us!"

It gained a regretful tone.

"You're not... a monster."

I switched back to my voice.

"You sure?''

I pretended to be the narrator again. I decided a British accent was the way to go.

"Impulse summoned electricity and manipulated it to power a nearby lightbulb."

Despite the comedy, my story rung true.

Now it's Tango's turn. It felt good to get that off my chest, but i am so glad it's over.

"I...i guess that's my story, then."