The Gift

Chapter 4 : Super Human

Lira's POV:

Standing in a moonlit room wallowing in my own emptiness makes me look like a drama queen inside one of the soap operas I watched when I was young...and I do feel human.

Although I have started to feel otherwise fourteen years ago, when I was used as a laboratory guinea pig for the chemical CH4.

I technically had no idea what it was, but having been injected with CH4 at the age of eight made me lose my sight of fear, especially when I started to see things clearly and feel everything that happened to me starting conception.

I was the only succesful guinea pig to survive after the injection. Others didn't make it. You can tell how big of an anomaly I am.

Normally, a person can only access 12% of its brain capacity, but the chemical let me access more.

Starting at 20%, I was like a dolphin with sonar senses, and I could locate people. And my cerebral access continuously increased until I was capable of controlling not only my body but as well as other people, things and some signals around me. I knew I was a ticking bomb to explode at 100%.

Luckily, I manage to stop my cell replication and my brain access halted at 55%.

I couldn't go back to normal. Why would I want that? Why would you choose to feel fear when you cannot feel it anymore?

But I knew the world wasn't ready for me.

The whole team that spearheaded the creation and production of CH4 along with all its connection vanished the day I was injected with the chemical.

They died altogether with the normalcy they stripped away from me.

It dawned on me that the mere existence of CH4 is a standing threat to humanity. So having erased all physical traces of it leaves me the only living evidence that it once surfaced on this world.

For years, I have been trying to live a life I should have had if an orphan like me wasn't used for an experiment.

I tried to dream and set goals like a normal person. Though keeping a low profile with all this knowledge is a real pain in the ass.

Understanding a lot of things makes it too hard to pretend unknowledgable, ignorant and stupid.

I joined the Hunter Exam to get funds for studying at Med school.

I worked as a doctor, earned money and got a lover.

Things were working fine until my boyfriend Lyle proposed marriage. Declining the invitation led to the break-up of our 8-year long relationship.

He was my sense of being. Hanging around Lyle since med school kept me reminded of my humanity. His presence made me feel normal.

But being a 24 year old, for once I was starting to enjoy my work as a doctor! I feel no inhibitions to utilize my outpouring knowledge because we save lives and use all means to do it.

I need Lyle, but I don't think that marriage is neceasary at the moment.

Today, few months after our separation, news broke out that Lyle is getting married with another co-doctor, Cassie.

There is no pain that I can feel but there is a growing hallowness I cannot explain.

While drowing in my solitude...the door opens. A tall guy with a silvery hair peeks in.

His mind is resounding, I can hear his thoughts... He's looking for my friend Leorio.

"He's not here..." I said without looking at him.

He seem startled so I repeated my self.

"You're looking for Leorio...he's not here..." I declared.

Shoot! I should have kept my mouth shut. Now he thinks I'm weird because I know who he's looking for even if he didn't tell me.

The silvery hair guy asked why I knew he was looking for Leorio. Well, I can't really tell him that I can hear his thoughts. So I told him I've seen him before in Leorio's table picture frame, which I really did. But I guess that even sounded incredible because I never glanced at him the moment he entered the room.

Now he thinks I'm crazy wasting his time. This guy is totally short-tempered with women. But his brother is sick and he has been trying to get Leorio.

I called his attention when he was about to go out the door.

"You can wait here though" I told him and he look at me once again.

"He's actually at OR right now, but he habitually goes here to fume out his pipes.. He'll be here in twenty-three minutes" I added.

I sensed that the Leorio's first hysterectomy operation has finally concluded upstairs. Calculating the time he'll spend for scrubbing himself about 3 minutes.... flirt with some nurses mhm 10 minutes....change of clothes 3 minutes and going here will take him 7 minutes. Without any possible factor to disrupt his travel going down here, yes it'll be 23 minutes.

I turned around to face the silvery haired guy. He seemed stunned. I can't hear his thoughts.

"I'm living anyway..." I told him and motioned through the door.

As I paced towards his direction. I heard his pounding heart so loudly. What is he so surprised about? I asked myself. It was mere time estimation. No need to get blown away.

So I went out the door.