Quicksilver (Book 1)

Chapter 1: Beginnings

I wasn't always a mutant. No, mutant isn't the right word. Freak of nature, maybe? I don't know the exact word for whatever I am, but that's besides the point. The point is that I fell asleep a completely average Joe Ann and woke up the amazing Captain Joe Joe, cape not included. I didn't know it at first, though, like most super heroes do. All I remember was getting up in a set of blue pajamas, and feeling like today was special, planets aligning, poles shifting, civilizations dying off, all that mumbo jumbo. It was just sort of there, simmering in side of me, pulling with a warm grasp. I looked in the mirrorr to check my hair and notieced a giant pimple. I recall wishing for it to disappear. I turned around, I looked and found the zit gone.

It's not amazing. Trust me, I know. I mean, seriously, look at how Spiderman figured out his powers, and I cover a blemish? Really? It just shows how eventful my life is. I guess I should just be happy I have powers at all, and wicked ones, too. But no one worries about that. It's all about the thing you don't have you worry about most. Which just goes to show how selfish society really is. But I get to be selfish. I've given up so much being selfless, that my thoughts can wonder like that. Sometimes I guess human kind is selfish in itself. They always want what's best for them, not others. That really could be our demise.

But no mattee how much you do that's Chloe, or Brad, or Tracey, there's always going to be some selfless deed.

I'm starting to get off track. My story's not how a society runs. It's about the powers I got -not how i got them- thwt changed the lives of me and my four best friends forever.

"We've got a problem," I said on the phone to Sara Banks, one of my best friends.

"What is it?" she said nervously, worried. I shook my head, running one hand over the smooth skin where the white head used to be. Looking in the mirror, I inspected the skin closely, keeping Sara on the side.

"Just- it's hard to explain. Come over at, like, 11, okay?" I could hear some footsteps and rustling in the background, but I didn't mind. I was too busy scanning over my cheek.

In the end she agreed to come. By the time she opened the door and walked into my house, I was dressed in a purple tank top, spagetti straps digging into my shoulders, and black sweat pants. The mess that was my hair was now in a messy bun, tied in a sparkly blue hair tie. Sara looked better then I did in my lazy state: dirty blonde hair rolling down her back, blue layered shirt made from a stretchy material, black skirt hanging down to her knees. She was even elevating her height with a pair of black high heels, swirls of baby blue curling around the heels and side making their way to the tips.

"So, what's up girly?" she said, plopping down on the blue couch. She bounced a little, finally sinking into it's warm security and safety. Sara glanced around at the house, which I know always amazes her. The high chandelier, the flatscreen TV, the sliding glass doors on one side. It was like a mansion sort of livingroom, tall and wide with a wide arrangement of luxurious items and a spiriling staircase curling up to the second level. There were two doors leading to the kitchen and the diningroom.

"I think," I began, pausing as she looked at me, "I might have... powers."

She just sat there, looking at me with a blank expression. Her eyes didn't reflect anything. In that moment I was afraid she would bust out laughing.

"Oh-kay," she said slowly, cutting off her syllables. She sat in silence for a second, looking at me a little dubiously. "You know, if you weren't my best friend I'd so think you're nuts by now." We both sat quietly looking at each other for a complete second before we both burst out loud laughing. That's how our relationship works. We tell each other everything, and, even with the hardest stuff, one of us gets the other to loosen up and just laugh about it. I love moments Sara and I share like this.

Our laugh ends and leaves us smiling with an absence of noise. Finally, I said, "But seriously."

"Well, why do you think this?"

This is why I love Sara. She always takes my ideas and turns toward me, totally open-minded and interested. I smiled at that and showed her my cheek. Running my hand over my face, I see her frown out the corner of my eye. "Wow. A... face." Her voice was breaking slightly, trying to suppress a laugh.

I turned my head toward her, frustration pulling my features. "No," I said, giving her a playful look, then sticking my tongue out at her. "The thing is I had a pimple this morning, and when I wished it to go away, it disappeared. Look, smooth as glass." I becones her to slide her hand against my cheek. She moved her hand to it, a mix of sarcasm and seriousness on her face.

"How do you get your skin so smooth?" she asked jokingly. I tried hiding the smile but it peaked through the cracks.

"Oh, get away," and I pushed her hand with a grin. "But, seriously."

"Why don't you show me this power?" I looked outside at the patio with the garden. Purple flowers brightly punctuated the feild of green encased by the marble bounderies. It looked so peaceful then, so familiar. I used to walk aroind it every night and look up at the stars. It was where I thought best. At that moment, I wanted it to be night so badly, to be out there.

"I don't know exactly what it is," I said, looking back at her. She nodded. It was a slow nod, one filled with disbelief and unsurity. "Don't look at me like that," I said. She gave me a face, like she smelled something rotten, scrunching up her nose and flipping her hair to one side.

"Well," she began, sitting back a little farther in the chair, "maybe we can find out."

I really didn't know about this. What if I really did have powers? I'd be some kind of freak.

"Fine," I said, sighing. Sara smiled eagerly like she was excited to text the possibilities. Knowing her, a free girl who was open to almost anything, she was.

Both of us stood up. Facing each other, we both smiled.

"Okay, noe concentrate. Think of... of..." She scratched the part in her hair, thinking. "Flying'" she screamed, finally finding the word. I closed my eyes, and, within seconds I got a reaction. Sara had gasped loudly. My eyes fluttered open.

"What?!" she stood there, lost for words and pointing at me. I threw a glance over my shoulder and found a whitish-gray wing jutting out of my shoulder blade, feathers suddenly everywhere. My mouth dropped. Like a gut instinct, something pulled in my stomach, amd the wings flapped.

Tucking in the wings, they flickered out of existence.

Sara was standing stock still. "You can fly," she whispered. "You can fly!" She started to giggle and jump up and down.

"You girls okay down there?" My mom called down from upstairs. Freaking out, I clamped my hand over Sara's and yelled, "Yeah, we're just talking about guys!"

And that was the start of my journey. But that was only the beginning.

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Okay so that was only the beginning of the first chaoter. I decided to cut the first chapter in more or less half to give you all an idea of what's happened. It will all make sense if you read on, I promise but the first chapter was really really long. Thank you to everyone who's read and voted and commented. I love love you guys. "Chapter 2" coming soon.