I loved literature, almost as much as he did, who, in turn, loved it almost as much as Mom had. It wasn’t quite rote, especially in this class. His dark sweater was some material that I hadn’t seen before, and I internalized the symbol, processed it, and put it out of my mind. I was taller than some of my teachers, but he still dwarfed me, especially with my head hung and my shoulders a little bit slumped. Matthews said, a little bit reproachfully, but with a bit of warmth and humor. ![]() Remembering her was the best chain that kept me from going off the reservation, and I held on to it tight. I wasn’t going to destroy the school, and while I had had a few pleasant dreams and fantasies about doing something appropriately awful to Emma and Sophia, I wasn’t going to do it.Īs much as I wanted to, I knew Mom wouldn’t have approved. They were probably waiting to figure out if I had Triggered or not, after which they would go back to being blissfully ignorant of my plight. I hated that these teachers needed a reminder like that to treat me even remotely well. He had killed himself before the PRT could contain him, but it was a chilling reminder that powers and a positive outlook on life did not tend to go hand-in-hand. I didn’t know if the order came down from on high, or if basic humanity had reasserted itself, or if they were walking on eggshells because of the news article from last week about a guy in southern California who - emulating the old Stephen King novel - walked through his middle school where he had been bullied and killed twenty-eight students off of his new powers. Ultimately, Winslow High School was still a terrible place, but for the first time since I had been here, the teachers were a little bit sympathetic to me. My obsession with my powers wasn’t helping. It was almost the end of the semester, and after missing almost a week of classes due to being borderline-catatonic in the hospital, my grades were not great. ![]() My teacher, the enthusiastic and, admittedly hot, Mr. Nothing had done so in the six days since I had left the hospital’s psych ward and had inadvertently ruined an old book with my powers, but trying to digest a rock sandwich wasn’t high on my list of things to experience. The bell rang, and I looked up from my notebook to see that it was lunchtime.įood was within the repertoire of my powers, but there wasn’t a symbol in my odd little language for ‘pizza’ or ‘burrito’, and I was a little bit concerned that whatever I used my powers on might eventually transform back. I wished I knew a parahuman personally, or even someone online maybe all powers started out as confusing as mine. I couldn’t even tell what I would be identified as under the Parahuman Response Team classifications - was there such a thing as a drawing Tinker? That sounded way weirder than any other Tinker I had ever heard of, and Tinkers were already the weirdest type of parahuman. There was so much to learn, and I was still so lost. My notebook was full of drawings that might have passed for notes in my Geometry class last year - circles and symbols that might have passed for Greek or Chinese - but the only thing I had been learning about was my new powers. Literature class was probably the worst place for me to be thinking about my new powers instead of paying attention, since my teacher was pretty damn observant, but every time I glanced at the board or around the room, and especially out the dirty second-floor window, the huge plethora of materials and their associated symbols offered up opportunities that were far more interesting than Cyrano de Bergerac. I’d had my powers for a little over a week now, and it still struck me every day since. It had been the subject of countless news articles since Scion had appeared, and probably a lot of college studies, but only after becoming a parahuman could I really appreciate it. I will be updating Mondays PST for the foreseeable future.Įnjoy. This is not a crossover between these worlds, and the more metaphysical elements of Alchemy will not be appearing). ![]() This is a fanfiction utilizing elements of Alchemy as described into Hiromu Arakawa's masterpiece Fullmetal Alchemist as the power Taylor Hebert receives.
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