Indestructible.

5- I still don't believe it.

At first, I panic, looking down at my body. As soon as I realize it is unharmed, I whirl around to face the vehicle that had slammed into me and almost cost me my life. Instead of seeing the face of a frantic driver behind the steering wheel, I see the tires, because the car is flipping forwards from the impact from colliding with me.

I duck and watch as it lands upside down on the other side of my body, totaled, as if it had just hit a cement pole or something of that sort.

When I stand straight up again, my eyes land on Passion's astonished face. Her mouth is open as wide as it could possibly get, her green eyes maximized in height.

   I hesitate, but then walk over to her. She backs up, her hands raising to protect herself, "Lex... Lex, what?"

   I glance back at the overturned taxi, the driver moaning and stirring in the front seat.

   Whirling back around, I face the horrified and confused expression of Passion's, "We need to get out of here."

   "But-"

   People start to glance over and notice the overturned cab, a few college kids staring at it in awe. Without thinking, I plant a strong grip on Passion's arm, and yank her towards the streets of Los Angeles, away from the crowd that is beginning to form around the yellow vehicle.

   Passion yelps, startled, but follows me willingly until we are out of sight. When we stop at a stoplight, she pants, "Slow down!" She pauses to inhale a deep breath, "I haven't worked out in, like, a year!"

   "I'm sorry." I respond, letting her hand go and joining the small group of people waiting to cross the street, "I...."

   I trail off, but Passion's green eyes stay glued onto mine, "What happened back there?! The cab hit you and nothing happened to you!"

   I put a finger to my lips, noticing a couple a little older than us who is giving us a questioning glance, "We need to go somewhere to talk..."

My eyes search as fast as they possibly can, evaluating the city. When I spot the Starbucks that we are standing in front of, I tug her arm towards it. She follows me, and when we plop into a two-person table by the wall of a window, she examines me with confused eyes.

   "I don't know what is going on." I tell her after I inhale enough the get my brain cells working, "Yesterday, when we were at the party and those men snatched me up, one of them shot me."

   Passion sits in silence, listening intently, although she is hesitant to answer, "So... What happened?"

   "Nothing." I reply, hands flying in the air, "I don't know why, but the bullet didn't harm me."

   Without allowing those green eyes to look me up and down with uncertainty, I continue to speak and convince her to believe me, "Neither did the cab. And listen..."

   My voice trails off as my mind filters through my memories, my thoughts securing over the fact that not only have I never injured a bone, I've never had a bruise or scratch on my body. I've never been physically harmed.

   "I..." I gulp as realization hits me. I'm not like other humans.

   "Lex," Passion's voice draws my mind into our conversation again, "I believe you."

   "But..." My voice falters. Clearing my throat and building back my strength, I continue, "What exactly do you believe? I mean, what is this? Why am I not hurt?"

   Passion shakes her head, eyes darting to glance at my unharmed body, "Maybe you're invincible."

   I stare at her, "That's not possible-"