The morning sun barely pierced the overcast sky as Nancy approached the imposing facade of her school. The weight of the day ahead pressed upon her shoulders, heavier than usual. She had a test-a critical one-in her first period, and the night's extraordinary events had left no room for study.
Nancy slipped into her seat just as the bell rang, her classmates' pens poised like swords ready for battle. The test papers landed on her desk with a thud, the questions staring up at her, unyielding. She took a deep breath, her mind racing. But then, something remarkable happened. The words on the page began to sharpen, her heightened senses cutting through the fog of unpreparedness. She read, she wrote, her hand moving with a speed that was not entirely her own. When the time was up, she had answered every question.
The rest of the school day passed in a blur. Nancy's thoughts were not on lectures or lunchroom chatter; they were on the power coursing through her veins. She was eager, anxious even, to understand the extent of her abilities.
As the final bell echoed its release, Nancy didn't head home. Instead, she found herself drawn to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. The building loomed, a relic of industry long gone, its walls scarred with graffiti. It was here, in this forgotten place, that Nancy would test the limits of her newfound powers.
She started with speed, dashing from one end of the warehouse to the other in the blink of an eye. Dust motes hung suspended in the air, a tableau of still life against her swift passage. Next was strength. She found an old metal beam and, with a grunt of effort, bent it as easily as if it were made of rubber.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows through the broken windows, Nancy stood amidst the debris of her experiments. As she went home walking through the rain she saw a man being robbed and couldn't decide on helping him or not. She decided to keep walking but then she heard a loud bang and the sound of footsteps running through puddles.
She decided to go back and investigate then she found him, the man she decided to not help, he was laying bleeding out in the rain. She was in shock and didn't know what to do so she ran back home and decided that she would never let that happen again.
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Celerity
FantasyIn the heart of Rochester, a city that rarely sees the sun, lives 17 year old Nancy Young, a teenager admired and respected within her school for her intellect and kindness. Her life is normal until one day, a shortcut home from school alters her pa...
