Déjà vu || an OC UnOrdinary fanfic

8

I hear a knock on the door.

"Ah! This must be the ability guy!"

Keene jumps up and opens the door.

I look at my arm. Turns out we didn't need a bandage after all. I just needed to activate my ability and freeze the nerves and blood in that precise area, and then there was no pain and the cut didn't bleed. So I guess I can stop myself from feeling pain now. Handy.

An extremely rat-like man with bright green hair and matching colour eyes walks in.

"Clover, this is Adyn."

"Hello"

"He's here to read your ability...would you be so kind as to hand over the blood sample?"

I hand it over, and the man uncorks it and pours the liquid into a compartment in the peculiar machine he is holding. He then presses buttons on it in a specific order, and goes slightly pale when the machine makes an odd beeping sound.

Silently, he turns the other side of the machine to face us, and the words that have shown up on the screen read:

ERROR

"What does that mean?" I ask.

Adyn replies that it means that my ability level is over 10. 

"I...I...WHAT!?!" I say. "I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT WAS POSSIBLE AND NOW...what...I..."

Adyn reaches into his pocket and brings out another machine. It looks similar but instead of being a light green it is a crimson red. "T-this machine reads abilities from 10-15...I have measured thousands of abilities and have only had to use it three times...failing this there is another one which measures 15-20...but I doubt we'll need that..."

He takes another blood sample, and puts it in the crimson machine. It makes another beeping noise, and his eyes widen. It reads:

ERROR

"O-on to the n-next one th-then..."

Keene and I are silent as he takes yet another sample and puts it in the new machine, which is jet black.

The machine makes a beeping noise, but it is different to the previous sounds.

He once again turns the screen to us and instead of letters there are numbers.

"Holy...oh my god...."

As for me, I'm in stunned silence. I rub my eyes, then check again, just to make sure.

No. God. Damn. Way.

The numbers read: 

18.8

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A few minutes later, I walk out of the infirmary. I may have fainted for a few seconds, but who can blame me? 18.8!?!?!?!?!! I've been a low teir all my life! I don't even know how to react! I have instructions to go see the headmaster and tell him, but words have failed me.

"Ouch!" Well, maybe not quite.

"Oh! S-sorry...it's just-uh..y-your- urmm...y-your h-hair is r-really l-long..."

"It's okay."

My voice is a whisper.

"H-hey...a-are you ok? I-I saw y-your fight w-with joker...a-and you don't look so g-good...."

"I'm fine..."

"CLOVER! CLOVE! ARE YOU OKAY?!?"

I turn to see who it is. It's Evie. This is a bad time, I feel as if I could break down at any moment.