One shots based on roleplays

Hurricane season - Hiding Superhero (V)

Phil didn't get to spend much time with his older sister since she had left for university. But when she did come home to visit, the two of them had amazing days, walking through woods or shopping or even just listening to music and chilling out.

Out of all the people he knew, Phil most wanted to tell Emily. To tell her his biggest and most terrifying secret. He'd read about it online, and science stated it wasn't possible, that he wasn't possible, but there was no way he was the only one. Phil had been waiting for a sign, for some freak accident or something, anything to prove there were others like himself.

Events like this were, of course, dotted through history, but they could easily be down to humans being less developed at the times. However, Phil was almost convinced the great fire of London wasn't natural, and almost sure the inexplicably​ broken millennium bridge of 1996 was because of someone like him.

All this raced through his mind as he trailed after his sister. They were walking along a forest path, to a clearing. It was hidden, and most people didn't even know it existed, so that was where Emily took him to spend time together.

Emily reached the clearing first, racing Phil like they used to do as children, and they laughed as they came to a stop, Phil almost crashing into his older sister, which only made them laugh harder.

The trees around the small clearing had low and strong branches, perfect for climbing. Emily and Phil dumped their backpacks on the grassy floor and starting climbing the same tree, racing each other to the top. This was a perfect day.

Until it wasn't.

Phil knew that he had to use his powers frequently, or it would burst out in an uncontrollable way. He used it on small things, closing doors and such, but his power was growing, and starting to slowly overload.

The two of them climbed so high that they broke the canopy of leaves at the top. They laughed and talked together for a while up there, and Phil started to feel something being not quite right.

"Emily, I think we should get down." He called, but the winds took his voice away, and she didn't hear him.

"EMILY!" She heard him this time, and mouthed something back, her own voice being lost as well.

The wind knocked them both sideways, and Phil glanced down, shocked to see just how high up they were, but he caught the trace if a scream on the wind, and his head whipped around to see Emily clinging desperately to a branch with one hand.

"EMILY!" Phil screamed her name, and tried to climb towards her but another gust of wind knocked them both out of the tree.

They were high, so high up that they were both going to die. But something strange happened. Time slowed while Phil was falling. The wind slowed down. He fell to the ground softly and slowly, and landed on his back. The winds had died, leaving branches and leaves behind that had fallen off various trees.

Silence fell upon the clearing.
Phil didn't know how long it was before he sat up, and the first thing he saw was his sister's unconscious body.

"Em?" He crawled over to her. "EM!" He shook her, willing her to wake up but the fall must have been harder on her than he thought it was.

"EMILY!" Phil's desperate scream echoed through the woods, and he reached for her neck, feeling, feeling for a pulse but there was none to be found. She was growing cold.

"P-Please Emily. Wake up. E-Emsie. It's me, it's Phil. P-Please wake up." He hugged her body and cried, wishing more than anything to turn back time.

Emily's hair had been shipped over her face, and Phil straightened it, straightened her body, and arranged her in such a way she could be sleeping.

"I'm a monster." Phil's voice was hollow.

Monster. Murderer. Killer. Freak. Phil kissed Emily on the forehead.

"I don't deserve to live after what I've done to you, Ems."

Phil climbed back up the tree slowly, and edged along the branch. He took a last breath before jumping off.

The wind slowed him once more, and he found himself on the ground again, perfectly safe and sound. Tears that had streaked his face were blown dry, as Phil's power took care of him.

"Please." It was the only word he could manage to get out. He wanted to die, but the winds wouldn't let him. "Please." He whispered, unable to stand up or move or anything. Phil tried to cut off his own air, but his power refused. He tried to knock himself out but he was restrained by his own powers, no matter how much he begged.

People would never be able to know Phil was a murderer. But it would be hell, living each day veiled under a lie.

The winds dropped suddenly.

A/N
This makes me feel kinda sad
- Vin