As I told the man about the meteorite and the camping trip, I heard more voices that I realized were coming from him. Somehow I was hearing his thoughts. They weren't alarming, though. Mostly dang, how the heck! Although, when I finished I heard his voice again. Just like what the others said.
"Where are they" I demanded.
The man rubbed his gloved hands together. "The rest are awake. You're the last one to get out of a coma."
What?! "How long was I out?" I asked scared of the answer.
"Eight months. You were hit in the head with a bit of blazing space rock. Some radioactive dust is permanently flowing through your bloodstream. Similar things happened to the others." And gave them powers, he thought.
"Powers?" I asked before I could catch myself.
He gave a look. "How'd you figure that out?" Sidekick? Oracle?
"Mind reader," I snapped.
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Project Radioactive
Science Fiction"I never thought that I'd be pulled out of high school to train with a top secret rebel group. I guess that that meteorite chose us when it gave us radioactive powers, but is the power worth the sacrifice?" This is Celia Hilton's story about how an...
