New: Powers

New: Powers (Chapter 2)

Chapter 2:

"Do you think they found another petal?" Conner asked as he washed the makeup off of his face. "Why do you say that?"

"Well, Robin said he needed you guys specifically. You guys never get called together, much less without your mentor." Conner was chosen to be my mentor when I joined the League, since Superman himself had other business to attend to. I folded my clothes as quickly as I could, rolled them up and placed them in my duffel bag. Since this was my old house, I had the chance to take anything I had forgotten, but I wanted my mom to have every piece of me she could. Joining the Justice League wasn't exactly a dream job. Sure, you could save lives and make the world safer, but there was no guarantee you would live through every battle. That's why the League's members were considered heroes. They risked their lives and did everything in their power to protect the world and make it a better place; even if that meant dying for the cause. "Come on, you guys. They said immediately!" Bri reminded us. Once Conner was done in that bathroom, I threw the rest of my stuff in the duffel bag, zipped it up, and rushed to the bathroom. I painfully peeled off the remainder of fake skin on my neck. After running a small towel in warm water, I started scrubbing the fake blood off of my body.

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"Don't worry Mrs. Williams, your daughter will be safe with us," I heard a voice say as I ran down the stairs with my bag. My mother knew the truth about me and the League; my father, not so much. My mom was able to convince my dad that I had gone to a prestigious boarding school for the gifted. He knew that I always had a thing for the arts, so he wasn't surprised. I hugged my mom tightly. "I love you, sweetie," she said. "I love you more," I said back, and I was out the door. For all I knew, this could be the last time I come home.

I walked out expecting to see a sleek black Lamborghini waiting for us in my driveway. Instead, there was nothing. "Where's our ride?" I asked. Bri looked at me strangely, "Oh, I forgot. You're new at this." She was drowned out mid-sentence. I looked up to find a rather large, black helicopter that could easily fit maybe 10 people, not including the pilot. The rotating blades shattered my eardrums. A rope ladder dropped down to us. "AFTER YOU," Robin's muffled voice screamed. When I reached the helicopter itself, I walked to the farthest seat. Two black leather benches sat facing each other on both sides. A set of thin glass monitors created a barrier between them. Bri sat next to me, and Conner sat across from me. "You forgot to take your contacts out," I noticed. Conner looked at his reflection in the glass as he removed his contacts. It was so relieving for his eyes to be electric blue again. He smiled at me, "Better?" I nodded, smiling back. When we were all on board, Robin stood at the front. "As you may recall, in your last mission, you brought someone in who knows valuable information. Well, we're having some trouble prying the information from her. She won't talk."

"Yeah, she doesn't talk," I interrupted. "She uses hand motions to communicate."

"But that's just it. She won't even use hand motions. But, she communicated with Allison. We think that she only talks to the petals, so that's why we've called Bri in."

"Whoa, why can't Allison do that?" Bri protested. "Let me finish, I wasn't done yet," Robin retorted. "A couple days ago, we brought in someone who really wanted our attention. He set fire to four buildings and left a message for the league. We found him sitting on the street, right in the middle of the crime scene."

"What kind of person just does that?" Conner asked. "He won't talk. He won't even say his name. Allison, he asked for you specifically. He only wants to talk to you," Wally chimed in. Me? "Do you know anybody who would want to or has the capability of doing this?" I shook my head. "Well, you're about to find out who does."

The helicopter landed in the middle of the woods in southern Virginia. I jumped out when we were close enough to the ground. Everyone crammed inside of the porta-potty randomly placed in the woods. Let's just say, porta-jons were not meant to fit 5 teenagers simultaneously. The floor opened up and we were sucked town a tube. We landed in the Silo, a giant, round, underground complex that acted as headquarters to the Justice League: a league of the world's most iconic superheroes. Our pods floated obediently, waiting on the edge of the floor. A smile sneaked its way onto my face when I saw my reddish-pink board with a Superman 'S' in blue flames. I jumped on, forcing it to levitate downwards. The Silo was like a stack of rings, each ring representing a floor, and the hole in the middle was where we rode our pods. My eyes scanned through the many floors of the silo as I rode down; Training Floor, Rec. Floor, Dormitories, Weapons Floor, Vehicle Floor, Cosmetics Floor, the Board Floor, and finally, my stop, the Questioning Floor. I turned a full 360 degrees, observing the floor itself. There were eight steel doors in total. Each had a label on top that either said "Vacant" or someone's name, and a small touchscreen on the side that allowed a member access to the room. In the middle of the surface of every door was a slot. Two of the eight slots had files in them. One of the doors was labeled "The Omniscient", which referred to the elderly lady we rescued on our last mission. We never knew her name, so we gave her a code name. The other door's label was completely blank. This door, I assumed, was my door. I stepped off of my pod and onto the white tiles in front of the blank door. I took the file from the slot and said my name to the touch screen and pressed my thumb against the monitor. "Thank you, Miss Allison. You may proceed." The steel door opened automatically and shut itself behind me.

I walked slowly, not sure of what or who I was about to face. I was informed that the interrogation rooms canceled any and all superhuman powers and abilities, so if it came to a fight, I'd be stuck with my scrawny body. My flip flops made a sound whenever I took a step. In two more steps the small and narrow hallway opened up to a white tiled room. Power-canceling panels covered every inch of the walls. In the center was a stainless steel table. A teenage boy, I'm guessing, in a black leather jacket, ripped navy jeans, and battered sneakers was sitting at the table, faced away from me. He sat back in his chair, his rear on the edge of his seat, his legs bent, and his feet flat on the floor. As I got closer, making my way to the chair on the opposite side of the table, I noticed he was wearing a dark grey hoodie and a black V-neck tee underneath his jacket. His hood hovered just in front his eyes, hiding them from me. His angular face was smudged with ashes and his arms were folded. I took a seat in the empty chair, and put the file on the table, still keeping it close to me. "Alright, Mystery Boy. You asked for me specifically. So why did I come?"

"Finally," the boy said in a voice that sounded dead sexy. "For a second I thought you died since I last saw you."

He whipped off his hood, revealing his face. "Oh, God no, not you."

"Hell yeah," he said back.