Jack of all Trades

Chapter 1

What Jack looks like above

My magic is growing rowdy. 

Most people use their magic for little things throughout the day, water Magicals will fill their water bottles, fire Magicals will warm themselves up, but I can only use mine when I'm alone in my basement. And even then I'm hard pressed not to do anything to destructive so I don't hurt my parents. 

When you don't use your magic regularly it fills you up until it overflows. While most Magicals have a 'tub' of magic inside them that they can empty in a day, I have a 'swimming pool' of magic and that is a lot more magic then I can use in a day especially when I can't use my magic whenever I want. For every Magical, including me, the store of magic inside us refills its self after some good sleep and a meal. It refills even if you didn't use magic that day, making it so Magicals will have sudden overflows of magic. They would just suddenly use magic and can't stop until their tub is done overflowing. Those with water magic might make a pipe burst or shoot water out of their hands for a hot second. Those with fire magic might make the room heat up or their hands catch fire. Shapeshifters might have to spend the day in their different forms. Jack of All Trades are dangerous though. If their magic overflows they could cause a lot of damage. They don't know which magic type will suddenly act up so they have no plan on what to do if it dose. They don't know if only one magic will happen or twenty. They have to hide it too. If an earth type were to overflow and cause a mini earthquake, people would ask if they were okay. If a jack dose? The people would have him killed. 

Jacks are very rare creatures, only one happens a generation, meaning when one dies, the next one was conceived on that same day. Everyone, Magical or not, is afraid of them. Jacks are hated in general for being so much more powerful then other magic users, but it was the incident of Jack Millers that is the reason Jacks are killed on sight. 

 Everyone already knew that jacks were stronger then every other Magical, but no one had a clue how much more until Jack Millers. He had overfilled and gone off with the force of a nuclear bomb and destroyed everything around him. Its effects were disastrous because of the different Magics. It burnt down everything, washed it away, grew a mountain, shifted everything to the left two feet, read everyone's minds (which is very painful for both people if it's not willing), made things explode, made plants grow in an abnormal rate throwing off any buildings that were still standing and busting pipes and roads. It also cleaned the air almost 100%, and most garbage just disappeared. It made Magicals unwillingly shift into their different forms (also very painful when not by choice). And so much more that it would take me days to list.

Then it all receded back into the jack causing the same damage again, and he felt it all. He felt the mountains sprouting as if they were using his own bones to hold them up. He felt the water seeping into the lungs of others and drowning them like it were his own lungs. He felt the fire burn people to a crisp like it was his own body. He felt valleys open as though he was the Earth being torn apart. He heard the last thoughts of all those who died because of him. He felt all the pain he inflicted. He didn't die when it crashed back into him, he lived through it and was left to wither away with the guilt until he eventually took his own life a week later. After his death the people decided it would be best to kill all jacks before they got the chance to explode. The executioner was already a thing for bad Magicals, but now it didn't matter if a jack was innocent or not, they were to be executed. And the one thing a jack can't do is cheat death. When you die you die, there is no coming back from it. Its the one thing that I, a Jack of all trades, master of none, better then master of one, can't beat.

My greatest fear is that I will explode and kill everyone around me, destroy everything, just like Jack Millers had, and I'm more powerful than him. In my effort to better control my magic I've made myself stronger. I'm pretty sure I'm the most powerful jack to ever live.  I try to not let myself be irresponsible. I don't go to parties or get drunk, I don't let myself get distracted, I don't let anyone know who I am and I don't let my emotions control me so they don't overwhelm me. It's horrible having to hide like this. I've read the books written by Magiacls before 'The Confession' (The Confession is when Magicals came out of hiding from the normal's and were accepted into society) and it feels almost worse because every other Magical gets to be open now and I have to hide. I hate it. 

But I know I will be killed if anyone were to find out what I am and I really don't want to die. I'm terrified of what would happen to my mother and father. Would they be killed too? Would they be shunned because their son was a jack? What about my doctor whos been taking care of me since my birth? What would happen to Tanner? He's my best friend, what if people thought he knew about me? I can't let the people I love die because of my magic. 

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It's Friday and I'm in my last class of the day when I feel it. My magic is swelling. I raise my hand quickly and try to catch the teacher's eye. We make eye contact but she ignores me. Fucking bitch! My magic holds onto my anger and tries to overflow. Thinking quickly I pull my bag into my lap and stick my hands into it. I think of something that uses a lot of magic but there's nothing that wouldn't be noticed. So I settle for letting my fingers turn invisible and then make them wiggle at super speed. It's awkward and uncomfortable and every 5 minutes I have to make my fingers invisible again (it fades off)  but it works. For now.

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Its Saturday night and I feel the swell again. I run into the basement ignoring my parent's calls. 

I know that shapeshifting repetitively takes a lot of magic so I let myself shift from one creature to the next. It's really odd feeling my bones moving underneath my skin, but it's not hurting me so I wait.

I went to bed at 3:00 am

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Its Monday and the sudden rush of energy almost knocks me out of my chair. Its second hour and work time so I drag myself up to the teacher's desk. I ask him to go to the bathroom. (I plan to mess with the water in the toilets) The teacher looks up at me and glares.

"No. Go back to your seat," I growl and feel a sudden rush of painful magic try to push out of me and twist his body like a wet rag. I glare at him and walk out of the room anyway. 

I almost flooded the bathroom and all the tiles are green now. (I don't know how that happened)

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Its Thursday and the biggest swell yet happens at lunch. I really do fall out of my chair and Tanner and his latest hook up hurry to help me up. I can feel the magic lighting up my skin and highlighting my veins. I can feel it pulsing through my blood like a bass of a really loud song. I shoot out of the lunchroom and into the parking lot. I throw myself onto my bike, speed away and head to the very mountains made by Jack Millers. (My mom decided we should live close to it, because if I slipped up and did something weird, people would probably blame it on being so close to the mountains.)

I get halfway up the mountain when I finally can't hold it back. I barely get off my bike before all the powers I have start spewing.(It's almost like exploding, but it's not going that far from me so I'm good) I'm lighting trees on fire just to put them out with water. The ash is blowing all around and suddenly it's storming. I'm accidentally reading the thoughts of the bugs and birds around me and I can understand them. (Fuck is that weird) I'm shapeshifting from one animal to the next and I can feel the ground around me rippling and molding like new clay. A scream rips from me making a tree blow up. I start vibrating in place at the speed of sound and flashing between being invisible or glowing as bright as the sun. I see the grass get taller and taller. Things are shrinking and enlarging randomly. Suddenly it stops. everything stops. I see bits of a tree trunk stop mid-air. I see bits of dirt suspended in place. I can't hear anything because nothing is moving. Then everything goes back to normal. I land on my ass back in human form. The ground has stopped changing and the trees are no longer being lit on fire. 

I slept there that night feeling the best I have in days.