Storm

Storm (Chap. 1)

Fighting Who I Am

Chapter 1

My whole life changed the day that I turned eleven. Before then, I was a normal, happy, carefree girl. I didn't hide who I was or lied, hell I am not even sure I truly understood what lying was then. I didn't know of my family's history, and I lived in a world without fears, well major ones that is.

"Anastasia, what's your call?" Cali asked me. That was me, Anastasia Storm, I know, not the best of names, but I am too lazy to go and legally get it changed.

"Follow my lead, do not make a move-unless it is fighting someone off-unless I tell you to, the whole operation is on the line if you don't do exactly as I tell you." I know it sounded harsh, but it was true. If they did one thing wrong, we were all dead, us three, and hundreds of other people in the long run.

"Okay boss," Cali and LeAnn chorused quietly.

I closed my eyes and listened to the heart beats around me. That was something I could always do, even from birth, if I concentrated, I could hear the heart beats from anyone within the same room as me, over the years, I have been able to expand my weird ability so that I could hear anyone that was in the same building.

I listened and created a mental map of where we were. When you could hear so many heart beats, you could tell where they hit the wall and we muffled, kind of like what a bat does with echo location, I was able to know what was waiting for me and many were waiting to kill me. Right now, they were all criminals. All fifty of them.

"Hold back and wait for my signal," I told my team and headed down the hallway silently, you couldn't have heard me even if your ear had been pressed to the floor.

My team nodded, they knew better than to go against my orders. I was a thousand times more powerful than they would ever be.

And that scared me.

My team and I were...abnormal. Other people would call us superheroes, we thought of ourselves as the people who stood up for the weak, nothing super about us.

I was the leader, the fearless one, the one with no emotions, the one that never felt pain, and the one who could do anything.

That is what my team thought of me, not what I thought.

I was afraid of myself, I was afraid of people killing me in my sleep, I was afraid of a lot of things. I felt emotions, but I just didn't show them, let them control me. I sure as hell felt pain, I was rarely ever without it, I just learned not to show it, not to fear it. I also couldn't do everything, I wish I could, but that was something I wasn't capable of. I couldn't do everything because I couldn't trust and I wasn't capable of love. Two years of fighting evil, both in myself and in other people, I had been stripped of those abilities.

I leaned against the wall can concentrated again. Once I was sure that no one was coming, the no one was near me. I went from listening to heart beats to changing my self.

I wasn't changing my form of anything, I was just making myself invisible, it was something that came in handy, a power I gained after I turned eleven. I opened my eyes and snuck around the corner into the mass of muscular drunken man with weapons, lots of weapons.

I saw what I was looking for and started to head toward it. The central database. The big brutes were all surrounding the high-tech computer that was essential to all of their hits, all of there personal information, and all of their headquarter locations. If my team and I were able to get that information, we could take Evelyn down once and for all.

Finally I was able to make it past all of the dangerously swaying and sometimes fighting bodies. I closed my eyes and I was able to sound-proof the area around the computer so no one could hear what I was doing and with a wave of my hand, I was able to put an illusion in front of the screen so that anyone besides me would see what was currently on the screen now.

In a matter of just one minute, I was past all of the security systems and in the main system. Don't let my speed fool you though, the security was all NASA grade stuff, I was just a genius and the most of the stuff I created was about two centuries past what we were at now.

I hit send and all of the information-deleted or not- was sent to my necklace. My necklace was part computer chip- that only fit in one of my computers- and part camera. I would consider myself more of a scientist than a superhero. That's just how I was.

I stuck my finger in my ear and activated the communicator. Action, I thought to them. After months of tinkering and getting electrocuted, I was able to get our communicators to pickup and send out brainwaves. The second that I activated my communicator, the girl's also were automatically turned on.

Finally, I heard Cali think, and then I turned the closest and toughest looking guys and kicked them where no man should be kicked. When everyone's attention was focused on the two large men that seemed to be crying out in pain for no reason, all hell broke loose.

"Oh, come on Storm, you didn't save us any," Cali whined as we waited for the cops to show up. We had already fought and tied up about fifty men who were most likely on steroids.

Even though my name was Anastasia, I was rarely ever called that by my friends, I was always Storm to them. Storm meant strength. I was strong to them, someone they always looked up to, someone they should run from.

"I only took out about twenty-five of them."

"You said there were fifty- two of them!"

I frowned. "That means you each got to take down like thirteen of them."

"Exactly!"

I still didn't see what the big deal was, but then again, I was a pacifist and Cali was just weird. Well much more normal than I was, but still. "Le, what do you think?" I asked LeAnn who had been mostly quiet since we left my house.

"I think that you need to stop worrying about us so much, you may be a better fighter than both of us combined, but we are old enough to take care of ourselves, older than we by the way. No one got hurt, we're fine."

Wrong actually, I thought. My hand was bleeding from a deep cut from a knife I got when saving Cali from having it go into her neck and a broken ankle because my ankles were so weak they broke constantly. Not that I would ever show them that I got hurt, but I still was. "I'll be the judge of that," I said, the held out my left hand, the one that wasn't bleeding, and pure yellow energy started to make my palm glow.

I ran it over their bodies, not touching, but still close. If they were hurt in anyway, broken bones, torn muscles, pooped joints, even a small cut, anything, the glowing would intensify and I would heal them. The bad part, I felt there pain until they were completely healed, I had never told them his though.

Cali had a few bruises and LeAnn had a broken wrist, I healed them quickly and with tons of power left to spare. I could heal myself, but I never did, someone as vial as me shouldn't be healed; I deserved all the pain I was put in, that and more.

"Oh no, the po-pos," Cali always used this old mobster term when talking about the police, "we better split."

I nodded and we flew out of the old warehouse about all of the flashing blue lights and the noise and flew back into my house without my parents even knowing that we left.