Death and Superpowers

Chapter 2

All he could remember from the previous day was Mika's death. As he looked out the window, it didn't feel beautiful at all. In fact, it felt like it was completely tainted with blood, red mixed with blue, turning a repulsive purple. It was disgusting. Purple truly was a repulsive color.

He got up and got dressed, preparing for the day like normal. He felt empty while doing it. There was no beauty in it now. Everything was just a dirty, ugly, purple colored mess. He had homework he was supposed to do laying on the table. It was half complete, half soaked in what looked like either tears or tap water. He shook it a bit to dry it off, putting in his bag to get ready for school.

The walk to school was quiet too. Like no one was even alive anymore. There were a few people walking by, some going in the same direction, some not. But none of them really seemed to be real. They were sad excuses for humans, merely aliens wearing realistic skin suits over their awful bodies.

Getting to school didn't help either. Going through the whole day felt like a drag. No one even looked sad. None of them knew Mika was dead. None of them even cared to wonder why she didn't show up. Why was Kanzi so sad because he couldn't see her? He didn't have any classes with her normally, so why was this making him sad.

Then came club, oh that god awful club where he met that girl. He still had to go there, at least until it was shut down from a lack of members. He guessed he should probably tell Kaz and Nami about what happened yesterday first, since they were close to her too. He stood in front of the door for a long while, looking at the one way glass on it. He couldn't open the door. He just collapsed down, back against the door, and started crying. Why did he care so much? Why was this one girl's death hurting him? He knew people die, so why is it important? The only thing that he could think of as an explanation was a single thought: Oh, I think I might have loved her.

He finally worked up the courage to open the door, taking a deep breath and extending his arm out to the doorknob. As he began to twist it, it opened suddenly and quickly. His arm was pushed right back, feeling like it was gonna break. The door hit his square in the face, knocking him right back onto the ground.

In the doorway was a short-ish girl, about 5'3, with brown hair, hazel eyes, and no sense of her surroundings. If Kanzi didn't know better, he'd think she was Mika.

"Kanziiiiii!" The girl yelled, just like Mika would.

"Wh-What?" He asked, looking up at her.

"You left me on the street last night! I guess I passed out or something. You should've just carried me to your home!"

"M-M-Mika?"

"Well yeah. What's wrong? You look like you saw a ghost."

He scrambled up to his feet, going over to her and hugging her as tight as he's ever held anyone or anything before. He couldn't think through his own happiness at this new development, just holding onto her like his life depended on it.

"I-I thought you were dead..." He mumbled and rested his head into her shoulder. She held him back, confused but somewhat happy.

"Of course I'm not dead, I'm right in front of you silly," she smiled down at him before pushing him up and taking on a more serious tone. "But, umm, we kinda have an issue going on in the club."

"What's that?"

"Just come and see."

She pulled him into the clubroom, and didn't really notice anything different. That was, until he saw a book floating right past him.