Hello everybody, I am currently scrapping my Michael Vey story, just because I didn't know how to implement him into the story without screwing up the story or keeping it the same. So, I will be starting over with a new premise for this one. In this story, Michael will actively train in his powers before ever meeting Hatch. This will make him stronger than what he was in the story at the beginning. Also, he will have a little different personality. Anyhow, please enjoy.
Talking: "Yo, how's it going?"
Thinking: "What's going on?"
Chapter 1: The Start
"Michael!"
Michael Vey opened his eyes to see his teacher, Mr. Poulsen, staring at him, looking like he was waiting for something.
"Yes?" Michael asked.
"Would you please answer the equation on the board." Mr. Poulsen asked in a way that made it clear he had no choice.
Michael looked at the board to see the equation for power (Power= voltage x current). The equation was ?=860 volts x 1 ampere.
"860 watts." Michael said simply.
"And do you know what animal creates-"
"An electric eel." Michael interrupted.
Mr. Poulsen fumed. No matter what he did, Michael always knew the answer to whatever question he had, especially when he started the lesson on electricity in animals.
"Very good, Mr. Vey. That is right, but today we will be talking about the electricity in the human body. Can anyone tell me where electricity comes from?"
Ostin Liss, Michaels best friend, raised his hand.
"Ah, Mr. Liss, please enlighten us."
"The electricity in the human body comes from chemical concentrations in the nerves in the process called bioelectrogenesis."
"Thank you Mr. Liss, Harvard awaits. Anyway, thank you for the simple version, and to anyone of you who has no idea what he just said, I'll write it on the board."
Later: After School
"So, you ready for today?" Ostin asked as they were walking towards their apartment building.
"Yep, you got the stuff?" Michael asked with a smile.
"Yep, its all in my apartment. It came in yesterday."
"Cool, just knock on my door when you're ready to start."
Now as to what they were talking about, Ostin had bought a multimeter, a machine that measures the voltage of an object. They were going to use it to measure Michael's electricity levels. They had actually measured it a while ago, but he accidentally broke that one when he charged too much electricity into it and overloaded the mainframe.
That had gotten him a stern talking to from Ostin when he was told how much it costs.
He had also been practicing with his electricity as Ostin had guessed that, like a muscle, it could get stronger with use. And, he was right. Michael had already come up with a few cool tricks he could do, like create an electroball, Ostin had a field day with that one, and he has been able to augment his fighting style. That's another thing, he had come up with a fighting style, well most of one anyway, he was still fine-tuning it. He figured that one day, his power would get out and he would need to protect himself as well as his friends and mother, so he took that possibility very seriously and he was taking action.
Michael's thought process was halted when he heard a knock at the door. Looking at the clock he realised that it had been 3 minutes of him just reminiscing while he sat on his couch. Getting up, he quickly made towards the door and opened it to see Ostin standing there with a box in hand.
He quickly moved aside to let Ostin in.
"Ok, so how long do we have until you mom gets home?" Ostin asked while getting the multimeter out of the box.
"Seeing as how she gets off at 9:00 pm, 6 hours. Give or take." Michael said, getting down to business.
"Nice, that will be enough time to test your electricity, talk about more exercises for Michael, and train for the rest of the time." Ostin contemplated outloud.
"You know Ostin, being smart isnt going to always help you and I wont always be there to protect you if someone ever comes for me. I think you should start to learn how to fight and exercise more." Michael said with concern for his best friend.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. But I doubt my mom would sign me up for anything that has anything to do with fighting." Ostin sighed solomly.
"Actually, I would be able to help you with exercise and learn a fighting style. I've actually come up with my own training schedule and fighting style. Its not finished yet but I think its pretty good." Michael said with a bit of pride.
"Really? What's your schedule?" Ostin asked curiously.
"Here." Michael then took out a folded up piece of paper from his backpack and gave it to Ostin.
5-7 am: Wake up, small breakfast, 1 mile sprint, real breakfast
8am-3pm: School with mind strengthening and strategy exercises between classes.
3:30-5pm: 50 push-ups, 50 sit-ups, 50 curls, 50 pull-ups, and finish with a 20 minute run
5-5:30pm: Eat
5:30-7pm: Electricity training
7-9pm: Fighting style training until mom gets home
"Jeez, when did you start this?" Ostin asked in awe.
"About a week after you brought up what some people would do if they knew that someone like me walked around with these powers. I got paranoid and started as soon as I could. The physical exercises were less back then, I could barely do 10 push-ups without getting winded. I also might have borrowed the kendo club's practice dummy." Michael said with a sheepish expression.
"Do you do all of this in your apartment?" The child genius asked.
"Nah, I found an abandoned factory that looks like it burned down years ago. I cleaned it up a little to suit my needs." The electric child looked proud.
"That makes sense. So, do you wanna head there to do our measuremnts?" Ostin asked after thinking of all of the experiments he could conduct in that factory.
"Sure." he replied before grabbing a notebook and a pencil.
"What's that for?"
"The results, training ideas, and your training schedule." Michael listed off, looking sadistic at the last one.
Ostin only groaned in reply before waiting for Michael to put the supplies, and the multimeter, into his backpack.
A Short Walk Later: Abandoned Factory
"And here she is." Michael said after opening the squeeky wooden door.
It wasnt much, but there was a rather large area in the middle of the floor with the training dummy in the middle of that area. Ostin also noted the ropes wrapped around some of the machines.
Seeing the inquisitive glance of his best friend, Michael could guess what he wanted to ask. "There was no good gripping point on the machines so I used some rope to pull them out from the middle of the floor. I just treated it like it was a training exercise."
"You know those weigh quite a few pounds?" Ostin asked incredulously.
"Yeah, it took quite a few trips to get them all the way out of the way." Michael said, rubbing his arms from the phantom pains.
"Anyway, lets get to work." Ostin said, pulling the multimeter out of Michael's backpack. "You remember how these work?"
"Yeah, yeah. Put these on my fingers and pulse. I will try and tone it down enough to not break your toy." Michael said with a smile while putting the finger clamps on his index and middle fingers.
"Ok, start low and work your way up." Ostin said with his notepad out and paying extra close attention on the device.
A quick ok was all his reply before the device lit up to show that it was operational. Michael then slowly started to put more juice into it.
This continued for the next 2 minutes before the red LED at the top of the device signified that it was reaching its limit.
"Ok, stop and stay at that charge." Ostin said before writing down the voltage of his friend. "You stopped at about 1000 volts. That is literally the absolute limit of this machine and this is one of the better models, hence why it took so long to purchase." Ostin said in awe.
"I feel like I can go more. Thats a good bit of progress since the last time where I only just barely produced enough to brake your other machine and that only took 500 volts." Michael said, absentmindedly keeping his surge going at 1000 volts.
"You can still go further?" Ostin asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, oh and do you want me to stop?" Michael asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Wait. You just produced 1000 volts of electricity into a constant stream. What exercises have you been doing to have so much control now?" Ostin asked with wide eyes.
"I've just been surging as hard as I can for as long as I can until I get tired, then I wait a couple of minutes until it recharges and then go again." Michael said nonchalantly.
"Awesome. Anyway, lets keep this progress train rolling." Ostin said with a huge grin on his face until he saw his best friend's sadistic grin and instantly regretted opening his mouth.

Ok, then. That is the start of my Michael Vey story. This is how I think it should've gone because I mean, you have these abilities and all you do is charge car batteries? HELL NOOOOO! Anyway, until next time, Seeya!