Just Imagine: Multi-Fandom Imagines

Elemental Control: Storm Imagine

You don't really remember much of that day. You remember you were going to go fishing that day. But that was it. Suddenly the next thing you know your lungs are burning and someone's pressing your chest.
You sit up, coughing water up. People are surrounding you, police sirens in the background. It's all surreal.
It takes you a minute to realize that the paramedic who was doing CPR was asking you something.
"What?" Your voice is raw.
"What is your name?" He asks urgently. You blink trying to figure out what was happening. The back of your head was sore and you don't know how you got there.
"Y/n y/l/n. What happened? Where am I?" You sit up, pushing your wet hair away from your face. "Where's my dad?"
The paramedic looks awkwardly down, as if he doesn't know how to tell her what he needs to tell her.
"He didn't make it. Something sent your boat down and you floated to shore. It's a miracle you made it," tears sting at your eyes. Why had your boat gone down? You had a sneaking suspicion it was your fault. You didn't tell your dad what was happening because of fear. Sure there were other mutants in town, but the fact still remained that they were being persecuted.
Sure, Africa wasn't as bad as say, America, but it was still hard to be a mutant and live here.
"My-my head hurts," you rub the sore on the back of your head.
"If you can let us help you, and then talk to the police-" the paramedic extended his hand, but you stood up as flashes of memory hit you.
It wasn't much, but enough to tell you it was your fault. "No! It was my fault! I'm evil!"
"What do you mean it's your fault?" The paramedic asks slowly.
You say nothing, but the wind starts to pick up. "I want to go home," you whisper. Suddenly someone from the crowd separates himself from the others, pointing at you.
"I know you! You're a mutant!"
The effect was comical. Almost immediately there was shouting, cursing. You couldn't help it, but your powers activated like they had before, when you get agitated. The water behind you lifts up, a giant fist ready to attack. The earth cracks beneath you, sending people tumbling. The winds roar and fire lights beneath you. Suddenly someone tackles you, and you have to roll them off.
You cry out for help, but you know with these people it would do no good. They hated mutants, and you recognized many as supporters of the friends of humanity.
A mist suddenly creeped in, surrounding everyone and making it impossible to see. You take this opportunity to run, pushing and shoving as far away as you can.
Someone grabs onto your wrist, and you pull away, prepared for a fight. Instead they say, "Child, calm down. I am the one who helped you escape them," a women with dark skin and white hair stands before you.
You don't waste time with the whole how can I trust you thing. You get right to the point. "Why?"
"Because mutants should've be treated that way," she extended a hand. "My name is Ororo, but you may call me Storm."
"Is that what your mutant power is? Creating storms?" You ask, your voice not as shaky as it was earlier. The fact that your dad was dead didn't seem real yet. None of this did.
"Controlling the weather, yes," Storm pauses for a moment. "Did you cause the ship wreck?" You open your mouth to shout, but she interrupts. "I'm not saying you're evil, or anything like that. I just want to know if you did, and if it was an accident."
"Yes. I think so at least. I can't remember much of today, just-" you try to remember again, and flashes run through your mind. "Fire. Spreading from me."
"Are you in shock?" You could see that Storm was trying to figure out your missing memory as well.
"I think. This all feels surreal. It doesn't feel like my dad's dead. As for the memories..." You pause, thinking them over. "I was calm. When I'm calm I usually have control. Accidents don't really happen."
"But what about with the paramedics?" Storm stood closely to you, as if she wanted to hug you. Your mother died in child birth, so motherly love was something new to you.
"I-I panicked. They had just told me my dad was dead, and it didn't make sense, nothing did-nothing does-I don't know. I felt the need to protect myself," you hang your head in shame.
"I can understand. I used to wonder what would happen if I stopped caring about being in control. But then I realized that I could do a world of bad to people if I didn't. So I kept going. Stayed in control," Storm grabs your hand gently.
Tears are welling up in your eyes as you look to Storm. "He's all I have. And I don't even remember my last day with him."
She hugs you tightly. "I'm sure it's just the shock. You'll remember soon."
"I'm afraid not," a deep voice interrupts. Storm looks up in anger and fear. "But y/n here has been very useful to me, so maybe one day I'll reward her with another glimpse."
"Shadow King," Storm seethes. She then looks to you and sees your eyes black and vacant. "You are controlling her! Let her go immediately or I'll-"
"You'll what? You cannot hurt me without hurting her. She is my anchor to this world, and until I say so, she will continue to be," you're seeing everything in levels, not just Storm, but Storm on the plane that the Shadow King is on. And then there's the Shadow King himself, full of rage.
"What do you want with her?" Thunder cracks in the distance, approaching quickly.
"Aside from her thrilling mutation, she has helped me exact revenge on a man who has wronged me," my dad! You want to shout, but you can't. You feel like you're being wrapped in duck tape.
"Her father. Now that you have gotten what you wanted, let y/n go!" The winds pick up violently, but one forced wave of your hand forces it to a stop.
"Controlling the elements is an amazing resource, and I intend to use it all," Storm stops looking in the sky and turns to you.
"Y/n, he had to of had permission to use you as an anchor. It's a rule," but you didn't give him permission! Not that you can remember at least. "You can kick him out. He just doesn't want you to know that. You can do it, just say no!"
Never in your life have you been so angry. He took you over without permission! Well he had permission, but he probably lied to get it. He deceived you and forced you to kill your own father. You say with the most venom possible, "Get out."
Imagine being sucked up by a vacuum, then spit out. That was pretty much the sensation you felt for a moment as he was forced out of you. Leaning on a tree for support, Storm rushes over to you. "Are you okay?"
You nod. "Memories are coming back, slowly. He controlled me."
"It's not your fault," Storm promises.
"It's not my fault," you repeat.
"Y/n-" Storm hesitates. "I know of a school that can help you. You can live there and learn to further control and manifest your power. If you want."
A home? In the wake of everything that's happening, not having to stay where people hate you sounds like a bliss. "I would love a home. Thank you."