Superhuman: Realizations

Chapter 5

(Eliza)

Their gone... their gone... you can calm down now... calm down, I mentally told myself as my breathing slowly became less and less hitched and shallow. Mia managed to help me through it just fine, keeping me grounded while I felt like I was losing touch with reality.

She's had panic attacks before to, and severe ones, so it would make sense that she would know what to do when she sees someone else having one.

"Better?" Mia asked softly, and I nod silently as I was not able to fully speak properly.

I take another deep breath, the anxiety subsiding and calming back down. I was lucky that my mental manipulation ability didn't spike in this episode like it did previous others... but since Monica was around those times I was contained, and she prevented me from doing any accidental damage.

It wouldn't have been that way this time. Monica wasn't around when I had this attack. If the mental manipulation power did spike this time...

Who knew what could've happened?

I've been diagnosed at the age of 3 to have three PSI abilities, and abnormally strong ones at that. Channeling, Telesthesia (Remote Viewing), and Claircognizance were my diagnosed abilities, and the power was so abnormally high that I broke the PSI scale with the results (which go from 1-4).

They ended up placing me at the highest possible sub-level on level 4, and I was one of the first to ever do so with those abilities. There have been others like me who scored abnormally high like this, but with other abilities... and it is rare; with 3 other people reaching the same level in their abilities.

I baffled the doctors and my father, but I didn't know why they were so baffled by the results. Of course, I wouldn't have understood, I was only 3 and I could barely understand how to speak full sentences at the time.

Mia saw me take another deep breath as the anxiety subsided enough for me to be able to speak again. I let go of her and sighed again, looking over to Elana who was still staring at me.

"H-Hey Elana... sorry that was my first impression on you... sometimes I am not very good in social situations or something like that" I said to Elana, holding my hand out to her so she could shake it.

Elana shook it and looked at me, I was slightly taller than she was; maybe by a few inches but I was not sure. However, I was sure a bit tall for a female.

"It's okay, I can somewhat relate. I had a friend who has had panic attacks in the past to" Elana said, and I mentally sighed in relief.

I looked at the time and then I freaked out again. "O-Oh my! Sorry if I'm cutting this short, I'll be sure to visit again I promise. I have to go, I'm sure Monica is getting back to our room soon, so I have to go" I said to the two as I walked to the door.

Elana nodded and waved goodbye as I went out the door, running back to my dorm room hoping Monica, my Master, hadn't beaten me there yet.

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To tell the truth... the ceremony was the worst inconvenience of my life, to say the least, and it could've costed my life to say it how it was. Why do you ask? Well... despite all odds, I turned out to be one of the rare few Superlings in the Superlings to not have a Master.

I didn't biologically match with any Superhuman, no connection no anything... and last time it happened the Superling didn't make it long. That was until Monica decided to become my Master despite us not being biologically and emotionally bonded like normal Master and Apprentices are, but it beats death any day.

The Superhuman community had a name for rarities like me, and in my opinion, it was extremely accurate. Superlings who didn't form a biological and emotional bond to a Master Superhuman are called "Masterless Superlings".

That was exactly what I was, and what I will forever be; a Masterless Superling.

I lied on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, letting my mind go wild while I waited for my Master to come back.

"Hey, how were things while I was gone?" My master said to me as she came into the room, snapping me out of my daydreaming state.

"Fine until... I had another panic attack... luckily none of my abilities spiked though, what incredible luck huh?" I told Monica and when I mentioned it, she came over to me and pulled me into her arms, comforting me.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Um... I don't know... you'll think I went nuts..."

"Don't worry... I won't think you are"

I nodded and proceeded to tell her about what I sensed earlier, what happened and how I ran to Mia when I couldn't run to her, and how I met Elana in the process. Monica looked at me worried when I mentioned the fact that I sensed something strange, but other than that she didn't have any concern at all and was glad I met Elana.

There was one thing I didn't tell her however... and one thing my instincts would never let me tell her. I saw a glimpse of him again, a familiar-seeming person I kept seeing whenever I had panic attacks or in my sleep or anything like that.

A tall, dark eyed, dark-skinned African American male who looked to be 2-3 years older than me, this was the person who keeps haunting my dreams. He never said anything to me, but his sheer presence was enough to know that everything was okay, to keep reality from fading away around me.

I don't know who he is, and I don't know why he seems so familiar... but deep down I yearn to be in his presence.