The Empath Metahuman

010. POTENTIAL ENERGY

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IT'S AMAZING HOW A PERSON COULD GROW SO ATTACHED TO SOMEONE THEY WANT TO KEEP AS CLOSE AND SAFE AS POSSIBLE, BUT NOT CLOSE ENOUGH FOR YOUR DEMONS TO LATCH ONTO THAT SOMEONE. There are bad things out in the world, and a part of that darkness surrounds our lives. Accepting someone means to accept the good and bad from them, and accepting that there is also both good and bad in you. Like plants, if you give them enough love, care, food, and patience it can grow to be a beautiful part of the world. Give it a little too much water, too much patience, and little action, or too much love to the point that it could be suffocating, that plant can wither and die.

Balance is a key role in everything. The problem with balance isn't that it's impossible to reach, no, the true challenge is that it's simply difficult to maintain it over a long time.

After Bella had gotten reassurance from her father to go back to her music at the restaurant, getting a social life with Carlos, and exposing to Central City that there was another metahuman willing to protect them, things became complicated. Fast.

Bella sat in her chair at S.T.A.R Lab's cortex, looking over all the amount of work she still had yet to do. Her desk looked like that of a college student studying before finals. Papers were scattered all over the desk, some not even facing her way, candy wrappers are thrown in one pile to her right while on the floor to her left sat a trash can filled to the brim with cups of coffee, pizza boxes, and failed sheets of math notes she got wrong. Her state was worse off. There were bags under her eyes, hair pulled up in a ponytail with a couple of strands coming out, her glasses continuously slipping down the bridge of her nose, and her oversize sweatshirt making it more difficult to not fall asleep.

From behind her, Cisco glanced up from his screen in the computer desk and noticed how Bella only sat in her chair as she glared at her homework that he wouldn't be shocked if she pulled out her gun and began firing. He slowly leaned over to Caitlin sitting beside him, his eyes never looking away from Bella, and carefully whispered, "Is it just me or does she look like she's about to go all Purge on us and everyone else who assigned her that homework."

Caitlin turned to look at Cisco before glancing at Bella and turning back to the engineering genius beside her to whisper in a low voice, "Speak for yourself, I make a great teacher. She already turned in all her assignments and projects, plus her extra credit of the human anatomy."

Caitlin smugly smiled, "And, she aced each and every single one of them with a perfect score."

Cisco frowned and turned to look at the doctor beside him, "Excuse you, but not all of us can make a catchy song over their material. Some of us have to get creative."

Caitlin shrugged, glancing at Bella once more, "When are you going to tell her the truth?"

Cisco shuffled in his place, looking down at his screen, "I already told her that the last test was a prank."

Caitlin gave Cisco a look from the side, "Not about the test. I'm talking about the problem she's been working on for the last half hour that you messed up."

Cisco sunk lower in his chair, praying that Bella was too busy glaring at her paper to hear them. What Caitlin was referring to is his little mistake with one of the equations he had Bella proof for its solution. Bella was good at math, there was no doubt about that, but she was also good at doing work in her head and too stubborn to write her work down. He was aware that she wanted to take math to the next level and take the AP Calculus test for when she wanted to go to college. One of the requirements is that no matter how good or fast you were at math, you had to write down your work and in some questions write your answer in a sentence form.