Super Bad Luck

Chapter 1 - Here we go again

Alex POV
I had only just gotten out of hospital, the last old woman I tried to rob, pulled out a baseball bat from god knows where and clocked me around the head. She was about 80 with a Zimmer frame and a massive handbag, one hit was all it took for me to fall down with a concussion. To say I was embarrassed was an understatement.

I was completely and utterly fed up with life. I had been beaten so many times that half my bones were metal and my skin was permanently blue and purple. Had I even ever actually won against someone? I don't think so. I was supposed to be a super villain, empowered with beyond comprehensible wealth and fortune but instead I'm stuck in sh*t loads of debt with a f*ck loads of wounds.

Maybe if I had a side kick I'd be lucky but for that I'd have to have someone who wanted to be around me long enough to tell the secret and like them enough not to throw them off the next building.

Besides, finding someone with actual powers was hard enough as it is. About 5 years ago, nuclear gases were leaked in Nevada and were only found about 3 years ago when people started getting reactions off the fumes. California and Arizona were the most heavily affected as well as Nevada, most of the population was wiped out. The other states were not affected much, only the close ones got nuclear poisoning. Further out states such as Washington, Minnesota and Kansa were fine, until last year when certain videos were leaked about some people getting powers, this varied from levitation to food manipulation, telepathy to offspring detection, shape shifting to... Okay, you get the point.

Now at this point you are probably thinking... He must have some wicked power or going in alphabetical lists in trying to guess what it is. To be honest I also have no idea. I have all the symptoms and stages of the "nuclear induced weaponry of the body" (NIWotB for short) and I also occasionally have outbursts of powers, I've woken up in the night with my bed sheet on fire before. When I woke up that night I obviously thought I had fire ability's, so imagine my embarrassment the next week when I had my super villain costume picked out around fire and never ended up spewing fire again. Instead, about a couple weeks later, my ability changed to be empathy. That might have been one of the worst ones, I was crying for at least a week about who knows what.

Ever since the fire, every other week, I wake up with a different power and it usually only happens once. When I tried talking about it to my family, they thought I was as mad as the 'fake' news being spread about the powers and that was enough for me to stop talking about it to them.

Dealing with it alone might sound hard but I've kept it from them that I was bi-curious for years, even when the bi-curious turned out to be gay after I met my first boyfriend, who turned out to be a complete jack-ss. I also have no friends to out my secret so I feel pretty secure about it, I just make sure all the boys I've been with are in the closet, it keeps the secretive feeling mutual and makes them less likely to try and out you. Not that I have had that many boys, 3 maximum. I've been told that I have 'a way with words that keeps people wanting to be 400 feet away from you', which makes finding a boyfriend who wants more than sex a little bit difficult.

As I said earlier, I was trying (trying being the keyword) to be a super villain but with alternating powers that only work when they feel like it, it makes it hard to be one, for starters the costume has to be changed whenever it doesn't fit the power. If my parents looked in my wardrobe, I would be forced out of the closet, I had the full rainbow wardrobe of costumes which were usually thin leotards with tights. Of course I only wore black when going to college and maybe grey on a good day but I was no goth nor typical gay.

This week, my body had its weekly function of spewing out a random power which made my morning unseeable.... Literally. "Oh my god! Where the f*ck did I go?!" Looking into the mirror, there was no skinny figure, no dull dark eyes, no dark hair. Nothing. To say I panicked was an understatement but you try getting out of the shower and noticing you don't show up in a mirror, it's freaky as hell! I would have run out to ask my parents about it but I couldn't risk going to them and not actually being invisible and ending up talking to them completely naked, so I waited. And waited. And then my older brother knocked on the door and asked if I was out yet because he was screaming "I need to pee!" I wrapped a towel around me and looked in the mirror, I was still invisible. I turned to the door and decided to leave and deal with the consequences later. When the door opened, my brother stood with his mouth gaping open and then turned downstairs and shouted "MUM! The door to the bathroom needs to be fixed" before going into the bathroom. I felt like laughing and sighing at the same time, he must have been ignoring the floating towel.

I went back to my room and laid on the bed wondering how on earth I was supposed to go to college while being invisible, after getting dressed I realised that wouldn't be a problem as my body decided it had finished being invisible for now. I walked to college begging not to suddenly change but unfortunately for me....

I have super bad luck.