Maddy had discovered a nice new lease on life. A delicious one. It tasted like strawberry slushy - mainly because that was she was drinking right now. She was sat on her sofa, watching Beetlejuice for the fifth time this morning. Her bare feet fiddled with a can of coke on a small wooden table style thing.
She decided that it was quite likely that sitting in the fug of adolescence with no other plan wasn't doing her much good, and so she got up and decided to go back to bed.
Muh. Good enough.
Asking Alexandra. It was a really great band. The beats rocked through Maddy's senses, and a tingling feeling started in her fingers. Uuuuuggghhhhh... Boredboredbored.
Madeleine Rowling screamed in terror as massive shockwaves catapulted themselves forth from her hands, blowing off the covers of the bed and shattering her windows. Her hands still trembled with power as she stared down at them in abject amazement.
Her throat tightened, at a complete absence of breath. She threw her feet out of the destroyed bed, and ran across the broken-glassed floor. She kicked open her door, and pulled on a purple hoodie.
What had happened?
What was she?
Was she a mutant?
She curled up into a whimpering ball of terror beside her Mum's car, and gravel provided a not-at-all comforting hug.
Her intrepid hands reached down into her pockets and clutched her earphones. Trembling, the scared girl put the music back into her ears.
Another blast. Sound converted into shockwaves.
Her hands thrashed the buds out of her ear: tearing the cables apart with vibrations.
Someone wearing a motorcycle helmet pulled up on her driveway, and adjusted his gloves. He walked purposefully towards Maddy, not making a single sound.
She scuttled back up against the car door, vision obscured by tears, and put her hands up defensively.
No sound. No shockwave.
An injection needle was thrust into her neck, and she felt consciousness drain out of her body.
