“ARCHAN!!!” My mother screamed at me. “Get your ass up for school!” Groggily I jumped out of bed and got ready. I put on my usual clothes, black pants, white shirt, and my favorite blue hoodie. I hated school, I hoped to drop out at one point but, it was my senior year so I might as well finish.
My mother was gifted in the ability of being made partially of metal. She’s a second generation apparel type. Her limbs and chest were made completely of metal. Her fingertips were sharp and strong. She made it a point to beat me barehanded when I was younger. Maybe that’s why I turned out to be a kid that always followed the rules.
I marched down stairs to see my father drinking his morning coffee and munching on a muffin. “Did Mom make muffins again this morning?” I asked. “Yep, blueberry.” He said with a grin. He winked at me and bit his finger. Blood gushed out of us pointer finger, it moved towards the cabinet in a wobbly whip-like manner. He grabbed the last plate by the bottom and swiftly picked a muffin off the stove. He rested the plate in front of the seat to his left. “Will you have a muffin with me son?” he said as he looked at me and winked.
My dad is also of the second generation. His power allowed him to control his blood as long as he’s bleeding. The bloods strength is completely based off the amount of muscle he has. My dad was a burly man, his muscles bulged. When he wasn’t at work or watching Star Warriors, he was found in the gym with me. The only drawback to his ability was that he could not return the blood to his body: the blood would be contaminated with germs from whatever it touched and returning it to his body would make him sick.
My dad worked in the mines. And since society no longer had any use for money, especially here in America, we opted to use gold instead. Well, at least that’s how it’s here in what use to be California. But since people no longer had any need to work on satellites, the internet is completely obsolete. We have a TV and an old DVD player, along with a ton of Star Warrior movies.
After finishing my muffin, I got up, grabbed my backpack, wished my father farewell and I was off to school for the next 2 days. And trust me schools here worked a bit different than they did forty years ago, kids went to school for 2 days at a time, we slept in bunks and then afterwards we had a day off. That was school for me, it was supposed to get us use to how life really was outside in the real world.
The walk to school was always hell, especially because law hardly existed. We “supposedly” had ethics, not any real laws. We knew what we were supposed to do and what we weren’t supposed to do. And you guessed it, some people didn’t care too much about these ethics and would do as they pleased. It made it very hard to do something as simple as go to the trade market without getting jumped or scared off. People often even saw when others got jumped, but they would stay out of it, as to not become another target.
Because oil was no longer a big deal, poor people like me usually ended up having to walk everywhere. Luckily my walk was only about 2 miles since I lived close to the school. While other kids would often have to start walking at midnight in order to make it on time. Personally I couldn’t of’ve endured it. My dad had 30 mile walk to work everyday, so I was extremely grateful for my short walk.
Everything was going smoothe, had my nice clothes on, had a great breakfast and then I thought “what could go wrong”. Then, when I was about a mile and a half into my walk someone suddenly approached me. “Hey there buddy ol pal”, I heard a snarky voice say from behind me. I turned around to seeing that it was Nathaniel behind me. And let me tell you Nathaniel was a real bully. He really enjoyed seeing people hurt and loved having the power to do it with. He was tall and bulky and had bright red eyes and red hair to go with it. He made it known that his ability would backup anything he said.
His ability was called “Live Coal” it was an apparel type ability that allowed his body to heat up to insane temperatures. He would often use it defensively, say if someone tried to punch him they would burn their hands before making contact. He would also used it offensively: burning people with his own punches.
He went to my school, but he wouldn’t hurt anyone while there. Actually, he was renowned by teachers for his amazing ability and his great grades. On the street however is where his true personality shined. Being extremely adept in hand to hand combat, he would find kids that he thought were weaker than him and would scorch them so badly they would need medical treatment afterwards.
He looked at me with his bright red eyes saying “Where do you think your going big shot!? Mr. I can’t pass a test for the life of me!” I tried to ignore him, I tried to walk away peacefully in an attempt to get to my school. But he continued to pester me, actively trying to make me angry. I calmly and quietly held my temper; until I felt a blow to my right temple, knocking me to the ground.
“I said, ‘where do you think your going big shot’?” I looked him over: he was about 3 inches taller than me, better trained and he had the bulk of a rhinoceros. In my mind there was no way I could take a man of his caliber. He was simply too well built and his ability would make him an even tougher challenge.
“I’m walking to school, now I’ll be on my way,” I said to him as I got up and continued to walk ahead of him. “Archan sir, you’re not going anywhere!” He said as he grabbed my shoulder. His hand was scorching hot; I could feel the blood in my shoulder rise to the top of my skin. And without a second thought I pushed through, the blood in my shoulder turned into a metal spike and went straight through his hand. Then I’d quickly returned it to my body.
My ability, “Metal Blood” is a mixture of my Mom and Dads abilities. 60% of my body’s blood was made of iron. I could make iron go to any point in my body at will. And since the iron could easily break the skin: I didn’t have to be bleeding beforehand. Since Iron is so light my muscles and heart adapted to it quickly. My Dads weakness wasn’t present with me; since the iron directly killed any bacteria that might enter my body. Because of that, I’m able to retract the blood at any point. It would make for an incredibly deadly ability if properly mastered, but I was far from mastering it. Only at the cost of losing a fair bit of the blood could I make almost any tool and weapon to use. A sword, pike or staff were easily at my fingertips. Whatever the occasion I could do it.
Nathaniel screamed in agony, “What the hell did you do to my hand you little shit!?” I ran forward before he could counter-attack. I brought up my guard. I acted passive and gave him a chance to stop, but now I gonna have to beat him until he would never do it again. He rushed at me with a right hook. I quickly dodged underneath it, pushing my palm into his torso and releasing another spike.
It was then that I noticed something, he wasn’t hot. He was just a normal body temperature. It made me think, maybe he has to focus in order to use the ability. And he was clearly out of focus.
He backed up as he held his new wound. The wound was on his right side, right between the ribs. But I wasn’t done yet. Now it was time to make sure he never targets me again.
“You brought this upon yourself Nathaniel!” I said sharply. I ran up to him, turned the palm of my hand into a slab of iron and before he could react it connected with the left side of his skull. His body hit the ground with an unprecedented force. He was knocked out cold. When I saw the blood running from his nose, I knew my job was done. I was thirsty though, I wanted to ensure revenge was not something he would be able to get. I reeled my leg back and kicked him in the torso. I kicked him again and again. I felt his ribs crack against my force. After my I counted 7 cracks I walked away, and started towards school again.
As I walked up to the dark, overgrown school building, I heard the first bell ring. I was late for class!
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