The rest of that day had been spent just sitting on my couch with my dad beside me for emotional support, Juno having left for some nuts or something for a while, coming back much later at night. I just rested on my dad's shoulder for a while, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened in my kitchen just that day. Dad tried to cheer me up by making steak for me, Something we usually saved for celebrating something or in cases like this, trying to make me smile. It made me smile a bit.

The rest of the night passed slowly though, me just trying to realize this was all real and my dad being there for support. Juno popped back in near the end of a show, one I wasn't really watching, and chittered at me, holding a nut out for me. Crazy little thing. I took it and she settled down on my lap, dad scratching her a little, the way she liked it, before she smacked him away when he did it too long. As annoying as she was sometimes it was nice to have her around.

Feeling tired after a while of thinking I bid my dad good night, having to practically order him to go to work tomorrow, just wanting some time to think. I'm not sure whether I'm glad or not I don't remember being shoved into a locker of… tampons. The thought made me shiver even if I didn't remember. A final hug from dad and I went upstairs Juno, climbing up faster than me and already darting into my room when I reached the crest. Following after I moved her off my pillow, much to her annoyance that was shown by her chittering, and promptly fell asleep.

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Lightning sparked. It roared in my ears. It burned me. Made me feel alive. The smell of something burning invading my nostrils. I ignored it. I continued on, lightning disappearing, replaced by blurs of red. Shouts and screams as the red blur spun on and on. It sparked, stopped by something. The Lightning roared again from under the red line. The thing stopping the red line screamed. Then the red became a blur again, twirling, slashing, cleaving, spinning. An elegant dance of red with sparks of blue Lightning.

A blue blur appeared, wavering in front of the red. It lunged at the red. The colors sparked as the lines danced. The blue was more elegant. Like water flowing. Parting before the red. Striking back at the red blur. But the red was stronger. More rageful. Crashing down on the blue again and again. The Lightning returned now. Striking blue. Blue disappeared for a moment before returning above the red. It was going to cut red in half. Then there was nothing but Lightning, slamming into the blue blur.

It stopped being a blur and fell to the ground. Putrid, disgusting, alive ground. Accomplishment and pride for stopping the blue. Then blue disappeared. Red stayed still, swaying in nonexistent wind.

Then red disappeared too.

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I woke up. Remembering a weird dream. Thinking on it made me feel like deja vu even though I'm pretty sure I don't dream like that. Stretching my sore muscles, thankfully less sore than yesterday, I shrugged a bit. Today was just a day that I had off, because of… oh right. Powers. Did I dream that too?

Juno was already gone for the morning so I wandered downstairs and on the fridge was a note from dad. Telling me to call him if I needed anything at all, making me feel a bit glad, and sad at the same time. Because it confirmed that yesterday wasn't a dream. Great. Sighing I made a bowl of cereal and thought on yesterday. Armsmaster and Miss Militia wanting me to join them. The Wards to be specific, since I wasn't eighteen yet, even if they didn't say that.

I ignored that part of yesterday for a moment and thought of the powers I apparently had? Blowing up my locker and running as fast as a car? Looking down at my legs I couldn't feel or see anything different about them, nor did I feel like I could blow something up now. How would that even feel, knowing you can blow something up in some way? Maybe I could try running to confirm the car part, because I had no idea how to do the blowing up part. Nor did I want to try in my own house. Finishing my cereal I washed the dishes.

After that was done I turned my attention to my legs, wondering how I ran as fast as a car. Was it supposed to be natural for me to run that fast now? Activated instead somehow, because I know Legend doesn't just shoot lasers all the time nonstop, and if activated how the heck do I activate it? Deciding to see if the natural part was first I opened the door outside, not caring much for my appearance as I was just staying in my small yard, giving a small wave to two people playing cards across the street. Looked like plumbers taking a break from working in that house I guess?

Moving on. I went around to the backyard, since I didn't want to embarrass myself in plain view by messing up, I decided to try seeing if just running would do anything. Bracing in a runner's position and of course running, did nothing. Maybe a bit faster? By maybe another foot a minute. Inspecting my legs and trying to figure out if something, if anything, was different about them just made me feel like an idiot. Because gawking at your own legs in the backyard for ten minutes, trying to figure out how they work, is a sure fire way to looking like an idiot.

And since I have no idea how to just blow something up, nor feel like I could, I just grew irritated with myself. Maybe the heroes had just mistaken me for somebody else. Because why would it be me with some superpowers? I'm just the socially awkward, regularly bullied, nerd at school named Taylor. Not some wanna-be hero. Not like I wanted to be one either, with all the drama in school and with celebrities, there'd be even more as a hero. Grumbling I returned to the inside of my house, the two plumbers packing up and heading back inside their house.

Me a hero? Somebody with superpowers? Ha, the very idea was stupid. Powers aren't given to people like me, I'm not someone important, strong, skilled or anything. The only thing I had coming to mind was I'm ambidextrous, but that's not qualifying for powers. I could think of hundreds of reasons why I wouldn't' have powers.

But I realized this wasn't helping me, I needed to calm down and actually think. A small idea wormed into my mind for how to do that. Meditation. Not something I had done in a while, but I remember doing it a few times before. And the times I remembered, were ones that worked. Taking a deep breath I went to my room and sat down, first trying to calm myself down. Then I just started breathing, focusing on that and ignoring my other thoughts, because those ones were going nowhere. Calm down first. Then think.

Breathe in. Then out. In. Out. Simple. Let myself go and just be at peace. Feel at one with my surroundings, let the energy of the world go in and through me. I stopped my meditation with a smile, reflecting on the fact I was never taught how to do this. It just came naturally to me thankfully. Shaking my head of that I went back to my meditation and clearing my mind once more. Letting myself become one with everything, feeling my surroundings. Breathing in and out with me.

Just as alive as I was, pulsing with its own beat. I forgot how much I used to enjoy these sessions. Finally one with my surroundings and the world. Now calm I opened my eyes back up and stopped trying to empty my mind. With a happy sigh I stretched, my mind now centered. But I paused, noticing something was off about my room. Everything was moved around now. My lamp had changed corners, some books had moved from their bookshelf to my bed, pencils were on the floor now and my sword had moved from its perch on the wall onto the floor too.

Frowning I uncrossed my legs and grabbed the sword, it having a decorative handle shaped in way of a dragon's mouth, poor quality steel blade with red highlights, something I had impulsively begged my dad to buy a few years ago. Twirling it a few times in one hand then the other I put it back in it's rightful place up above my bed. Then I frowned and wondered what had moved it all, before putting it all back in place.

As I grabbed my lamp I paused before wondering if this was related to my powers somehow that was done during meditation? It would explain how everything had moved but what was different about me during that little meditation? Well my mind was blank and I was in the 'zen-zone' and felt everything. I frowned as I felt like I should do something. I took a deep breath, and slowly let it out. Took another, and raised my hand towards my books. I don't know why, but I felt it was right. Then slowly, calmly, I lifted the books. From across the room. Without touching them.

I dropped them in surprise, because I shouldn't be able to do that. But I just did, it feeling as natural as moving my own arms. A bit excited I tried it again, the books floated back up into the air, wrapped in my… something. The point was I could feel the books floating from across the room. Proof of having powers. Not quite what I expected from what I had been told but nonetheless it was powers. My powers. Something I had, that made me special.

The barest hint of a smile I moved the books apart, as easy as separating my own fingers, barely feeling the weight. I brought one over to myself, smiling a bit more as I watched it just float over to me just because I wanted it to. Grabbing the book I tossed it back into the air and 'caught' it with my… telekinesis? Then put it back into it's rightful place without moving from my spot. Curious as to how much I could move I went for the lamp, without using my actual limbs.

I could feel somewhat of the weight on my lamp but I easily floated it back over to it's proper place, followed by me picking up the books too. Then my pencils too. My sword. I picked up most loose and small things in my room, without much effort, before putting them back where they belonged. Curious now I went downstairs, thinking some things in the kitchen would make for better.

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So for the next four hours I did nothing except lift and try to lift items in my house, some things just barely budging, while others I could juggle without effort. From grabbing things like my school books to the kitchen table I managed to sort of gauge my strength with making things float, just shy of two hundred pounds at most with the number of items I could grab depending on lots of factors from size, weight to even the shape. No self-flight through the use of this sadly, which didn't make much sense to me.

Even then I wondered as to how I blew something up or made myself run super fast and I was too tired to keep trying. Collapsed on my bed in a cold sweat from trying all of that I smiled as Juno came back into my room, nibbling on a nut and staring at me. Weakly petting her a few times I lay there for a while catching my breath, non-existent muscles strained. I think. I'm not sure how any of this works.

But after a few minutes of resting I sat back up, not quite ready to quit for tonight yet. I remembered another thing regarding what Armsmaster and Miss Militia said yesterday. I was public knowledge now, triggering in school. In plain view. Which means everyone knows about my 'powers', just the ones I don't remember doing. Getting up I moved to the computer so I could check the Parahumans Online Board, the go to website for information, whether it was false or not.

Clicking onto the site I looked up Winslow High, figuring that any threads or topics on my school would have to be related to me somehow. And I found a single thread dedicated to me. Describing how I was shoved into a locker by Sophia and Emma, three posters making references to the fact that the Trio had been planning this for a while. Then they went on to describe the various things that had been put in my locker before the fact I had thrown up, then shoved into it. Along with my vomit staining me. That made me shiver in disgust and turn a little green myself.

The posters in the few threads thankfully moved on after warnings from the moderators, to speak of my locker exploding, along with a portion of the wall, injuring a dozen students. Thankfully the worst off one had only a few broken bones, that were healed by Panacea later that day. Moving on past that info I found some detail describing me standing in the middle of the explosion, before launching off to run.

The thread moved on to guess as to where I was, some apparently guessing at home, others guessing out in the woods? Why would i be in the woods? In fact the rest of the thread just seemed to be speculations about me, from what I was going to do now, some saying revenge others saying hero, to what exactly my powers were. Even a few people trying to give me a name. The four names suggested so far being, Blitz, Bang, Flash and Wrath. The person saying Wrath having been one of the ones suggesting I was going to attack the school now.

I was really starting to not like that that guy. Thankfully the rest of the thread, it being only twenty people, if that, were of the opinion that I was not going to attack a school. Clicking through the rest of it, it continued much like that, letting me close out of the site. I wasn't too worried about somebody coming to kidnap me for their gang because I'm pretty sure the PRT would be keeping an eye on me somehow, someway. Because I was public knowledge.

Heading back upstairs, still tired from my practicing, I went to bed.