Unconventional Love

Seven

My head hurt, it felt like jackhammers were pounding on my skull. I was a lightweight. I couldn't handle my alcohol. Like at all. Malik left to the gym a few hours ago and I was going to relax.

As the mail fell through the slot, I floated the, to me. I glanced quickly at the mail,and the last one only had my name on it.

I opened it quickly, my heart sped up considerably.

Eleanor,
I have a few serums I'd like to try.
-Charles

I sighed. I didn't feel like being Charles's guinea pig. But it was what I owed to him. He took me in when my parents passed away and I had no idea what was happening to me.

I changed into comfortable clothes and tied my hair up. As I walked into my Uncles house, I instantly smelt the familiar smell of cinnamon. His wife always cooked with it.

Charles was my uncle, but it made him feel old when I called him it. Without a word, I walked into the lab. Charles was looking at something under a microscope and I cleared my throat. "Hey, I got your letter."

He nodded and gave a smile. "I think I found the perfect addition to your powers" Then with a frown, he added, "I don't know if your genetic makeup will accept it."

Ever since I moved in, Charles was trying to complete my parents research on inhuman abilities. Since I am the only living test subject Charles knows, I am always tested on.

All his serums have never worked which I'm sure irritates him.

"Eleanor, have a seat." I sat down on the chair he pointed at and crossed my legs, feeling a little uneasy. Sometimes, the serums will not go as planned and I will feel,like my insides are burning.

"Now, that we know of, you have the power of telekinesis and invisibility to a certain degree. I think I might have found a way to add another power to that list." He paused, letting me take it in. I moved my head in understanding and he continued. "I have done multiple testing and all results are satisfactory."

I stayed quiet before asking the question that had been burdening me. "What- I mean what kind of power is it?" Usually it's something like mind control or something. Charles sometimes is a bit....much.

He grinned widely. "It builds off of your invisibility in a way, illusions." Intruiged, I leaned closer with an eyebrow raised.

"You would be able to create clones of yourself, they'd have to stay in a certain vicinity obviously."

I took in the information. I could see the advantages of a clone but it was of no use if you couldn't touch them. As if hearing my thoughts,  Charles continued.

"Atlas, I don't know what it entails completely. I don't know for sure if they'd have your powers or if they would just mimic your motions."

I subconsciously bit my fingernails. It was a bad habit I had. Charles slapped my hand down and I glared. "What did I say about your nails?"

I rolled my eyes and in a mimicking voice I said, "It's not sanitary to bite your nails."

Now, it was his turn to glare.

I already knew I had no choice in the matter. Either way, I feel a type of obligation to help Charles. He raised me since I was a defiant pre-teen. I sat back in the chair and rolled up my sleeve.

"Get on with it Charles."

Charles clapped his hands together like an excited anime character. I watched as he filled the syringe up with purple liquid. My mouth felt dry at the sight of the needle. It was huge.

He wrapped one of those rubber ties around my bicep. Then he gave my hand a squeeze. I braced myself for the pain. Not because of the needle but because of the damage the liquid would do to me even if it worked.

I felt a poke and I clenched my fists awaiting the pain. When nothing came, I jumped out of the chair. Charles gave me a high five. His eyes lit up and my chest felt light. It made me happy to see him so delighted. I knew all his fails took a toll on him.

"This calls for my famous victory sundaes!" He pulled me up the stairs. Even though we had no idea if it worked, no pain was a good sign.

I stole the whip cream can away, to squirt it in my mouth. I gave a smile with my mouth full. A bowl was pushed in front of me and I shoved my spoon in.

Out of nowhere, I got the chills. I rubbed my arms before taking another huge bite of the ice cream. Big mistake.

Next thing I knew, I was on the floor screaming bloody murder. My insides felt like they were rearranging themselves. I let out a blood curdling scream. I'm sure fat tears were rolling down my cheeks.

I heard rattling and shattering. I gripped my abdomen and my screaming didn't stop there. It felt as if the floor was shaking, I could hear various things crashing into the walls.

I knew someone was calling my name, but the pain rendered me useless. I couldn't get out any words or move for that matter.

Then. It stopped. My chest heaved up and down. I snapped my eyes open and sat up slowly. I wiped my face and looked to my side. My vision was blurry, I could only make out the outlines.

A hand reached for mine and pulled me up. I blinked a few times, watching as the person faded out and in.

Finally my vision cleared. I squinted my eyes and jumped in the air in fright.

"WHAT THE HELL?"