Iris’s Troubling Past
“How does she have the power to turn into a Draginucous? She is only 5 years old?” A teacher asked as Iris ran around her small black Draginucous form in the classroom.
“I don’t know how but we need her to calm down.” Another teacher said as she got a hold of Iris by her neck.
She pinned her to the ground and put a muzzle on her. She threw her into a cage and left her there for hours. She cried as she tried to take the muzzle off of her head. Then, she heard another kid scream and run past her cage. He stopped and walked back to the front of the cage to see who or what was in there. He saw Iris in there and she backed away into a corner as he opened the door. He was grabbed and thrown into a chair and was calmed down with a talk. That went on until she was about 10 years old, in 3rd grade. She would always go home crying and her mother would comfort her.
“Repeat after me, my dear Daru Daru. You are gifted and you can do anything you want in your life.” Her mother soothed as she hugged Iris.
“I’m not gifted and I can’t do anything I want in my life.” Iris said as she sobbed into her mother’s shoulder.
“No, no. You CAN do anything you want in your life and you ARE gifted.” Her mother soothed the ball of sobs.
A few years later, it continued with a kid named Mac and his little group of bullies. They loved to bully Iris until it made her cry or they had enough. It was very rare that they had enough of bullying Iris.
“Enough!! I... I am done!! Please, stop this... this bullying!! I... I submit!!” Iris growled and cried as elves and other creatures kicked and punched her on the playground until recess was over.
When everyone left to go inside, she always picked herself up from that. She was alone until after her 3rd grade, second semester. Avalar came in and protected her until the last week of school when he was killed by Mac, the Elf Bully Leader. She had enough and stood up for herself from then on.
“Mother was right. I AM gifted and I CAN do anything I want in my life.” Iris said as she smiled down at Mac, who was under her foot.
The other bullies backed away from her and she gained a lot of fans at school. From there, she stayed more and more confident even though Lolo disappeared her 4th grade year.
Is this her full history or is it just a part of the reason she is the way she is?
The Chameleon
I am Gifted and can do whatever you think I can.
Many call me The Chameleon.
Those same folks think that I'm the strongest of the Gifted.
My power?
Not Shape-Shifting or anything reptile-related.
Its the Placebo Effect.
If I wear red and orange, Pyrokinesis becomes my primary power.
If I wear blue, I can pull off Hydrokinesis or water breathing.
Catch me in some cool sunglasses, and suddenly I've got laser vision.
See me in a cape, and the assumptions of flight become correct.
I do have my weaknesses, however.
If I wear something too confusing and no one can pinpoint what kind of power I could have, nothing works. (No one's sure what the limit on how many different ideas are needed for it to backfire, since there have been scenarios where I got every power a crowd was thinking of.)
Alternatively, if enough people are convinced that I have no powers, then that wish comes true and can't be reversed for a while.
With the constant wardrobe changes and fear of becoming useless (and fact that I'm pretty new at this whole Gifted thing), being the Chameleon can be tough.
But then, when I'm in the face of danger, it only takes one hostage thinking, that guy looks a lot like Superman, to make my day and save theirs.
Vases
I am gifted and have the power of the unexpected.
You don’t beleive me? With this power I am aflicted.
I go out to get breakfast,
and end up in Texus.
Went to buy my Grandpa a cane,
And ended up with three airplanes!
I get a invitaion and am unwelcome.
I pay a speeding ticket and am confused for a fellon.
Last thanksgiving my paster came for turkey,
and then declared me most trustworthy.
Please, you’ve got to help me.
Yesterday, I lost the church key.
I really don’t mean to be unrealiable
and I know I look unjustifyable.
But soon I’m bound to end up anywhere!
Or headed to a city, might be eaten by a bear!
To prove my point why don’t you look at the title of this poem.
Now scroll up while I come up with something that rymes with poem.
Is it hunters or houses or something unreliable?
Is it cats or bats or something incomprehensible?
I think my tired and weary self is ready to give up
on my terrible no good very rotten luck.
Who knows I might end up thunderstruck or with a cotton rug or a baby duck or a new pickup.
Oh I quite like that last one.
Is this game really quite done?
Maybe if I expect bad things, like slings or stings or a broken shoe string.
Perhaps fate could give me pretty rings, or chicken wings or Martin Luther King.
Gifted
“I am gifted and I can—god I sound so pathetic who the hell would believe anyone like me.” he kicks the rain his feet landing in each puddle.
His feet leading him right to the building. He continues into the bathroom still belittling himself so he can turn around. He does the secret knock.
It's too late the bodyguard is patting him down as he removes several knives and a Glock.
A Mr. Singh sits amongst several men in the tiny overcrowded room.
“Why should we hire you, kid?” he explains to the huge man not too convinced his cigarette dangles out of his fat mouth.
“Here I'll just show you shoot me!”
“are you fucking nuts get this fucking psycho out of my office!”
He smacks one of the large me in the face. Mr. Singh is outraged releasing one bullet from the chamber into the air.
“You asked for it you little moth–”
He closes his eyes and the clock on the wall ticks and tocks. Tick-tock the sound of his watch tick when his eyes are reunited with vision. The bullet sits there in mid-air smiling in his face. He removes it to the forehead of the large goon he slapped.
“Where the fuck is he?”
“Here” a whisper slips into his ear from behind.
“Who the fuck are you, man?” fear present in his voice.
“X”
“You can start tomorrow, don't be late kid.”
The kid walks away fists in it, punching the raindrops.