What It Means To Be Super

Joule Ramsy

I'm Joule. Pronounced almost like Jewel and Joel combined. A name that was given to me by some random lab rats or something. Maybe it was given to me by actual human parents. Maybe alien parents. All I know is that I woke up in a hospital with random people crying at my bedside and random wounds speckling my body.

How messed up is that?

After I went all crazy on the crying people, the doctors slapped the amnesia label on me and sent me home with these strangers. I know I don't have amnesia. And I know I don't belong with these people. But the question still pops up in my mind: if im not who they say i am, then who am I?

If you asked anyone to describe me, they'd probably say angry or short-tempered. I'm not the "nicest" guy if you know what I mean. Illegal tattoos, piercings, scary ripped jeans. The works. It scares people. I don't want anyone close to me or getting even closer because they'll just hurt me and I'll just hurt them in the end.

My appearance? (Natural) white-blonde hair; not tall, maybe a bit on the short side; olive skin; and Caspian Sea-blue eyes. In conclusion, I'm the result of a full-blooded Italian man and an Irish/Swedish woman. (No, I don't skip biology class). And I have a lip piercing, a nose ring, an eyebrow piercing, and diamond studs in both ears.

So I've got tattoos. I got together with my friend and we made some realistically fake IDs. Totally cool. And i didn't get my tats just because. Theres always a reason. There's one over on the left part of my chest--birds flying up onto my neck. Then on my left arm I have a humongous, fire-breathing dragon and on my right one is a large tiger shark chasing a small fish. And even though I'm not religious, I have the gates of heaven between my shoulder blades.

Okay. Here's the deal. I've got secrets. And not just "oh-wow-I've-done-heroin" secrets. I mean, real secrets. Like, I-have-weird-powers-that-cause-me-to-do-weird-things secrets. Well, I can...control fire. I can ask it to pop up in my hand and suddenly it will be dancing so beautifully in front of me.

I can also...well...pass through objects. I looked it up--it's called intangibility.

I've never shown anyone my powers--they'd probably freak. Hell, I'm not finished freaking and I found out I had them about a year ago.

But if I have these powers, it leaves me to wonder who else has some too.