User:Acinonyx2/Electricity

My mother screamed again at me.

"Oh Nikki, not you too!"

I stared at my now feathered hands. They were almost useless, only having three fingers (two of them almost fused) with just a tiny nub of what should've been a claw millions of years ago on them. I looked back at her.

"Mom, please -"

"Don't worry, Nikki, I'll call Doctor Jacobsen. He can fix this," she rattled, obviously in a panic as she reached for my phone.

CRASH!

I turned around to see Blaze's other half crash through the window.

This would not be good.

"Nikki, are you okay?" he asked.

"Oh my God, there's another one! Nikki, get away from that thing!" Mom cried out.

I could feel a surge of energy race through my veins, Before I could react, I felt zaps and heat build up in the hand that held the phone.

"Oh no ..."

I did not remember much of the explosion, my brain must have shut off for a moment due to shock, but the next thing I remembered was waking up in an ambulance with my mother sitting on one side and the paramedic on the other.

I could see their lips move, but my hearing was muffled. I looked over at the paramedic. He seemed to be some kind of morph. He looked half goat, half human and disgusted with something my mom had said. He looked at me, sympathy in his eyes, and then grabbed a syringe.

The medication that he pumped into my veins made me very tired as a pressure filled my chest. My bird mind panicked, but was soon sedated and everything went dark again.

I awakened later in a hospital bed. It was obviously night time and I was completely alone. I looked at my broken wing/arm. It was set much more properly now and in a proper sling. I stared down at my other hand. It was wrapped in gauze. I wanted to peel it back and see what the damage was.

"I wouldn't do that," a voice said. "Your wing is still being reconstructed."

I peered into the darkness.

"Who are you?" I asked.

He walked over and sat next to my bed. It was the goat morph. His face was goat shaped, but still bore resemblance to the face of a human, and his hands were a mix between a five fingered human hand and cloven hooves. The most unsettling feature he had were his very goat-like eyes.

"I was on ambulance duty today, but I also am one of the Change Doctors here. You're electrophytokinetic, yes?"

"What?" I asked.

"You have control over electricity and plants. Some changes come with different abilities. You are lucky that you have some form of electrokinesis. It will make use of your new wing much easier."

I tiled my head at him. He peered slightly under the gauze.

"The nano machines have been working hard on repairing it. We needed something lightweight yet durable so you can keep your ability to fly when it manifests."

"How bad was it?" I asked the doctor.

"Bad enough we had to try this technology on it. Your mother was expecting the nano-bots to be programmed to repair a human hand. I re-progammed them before I unleashed them. They're going to be your best friends for the rest of your life, and luckily, your power will work well with them."

I stared at the gauze covered hand. The cellphone exploding and the orbs on the tree made sense now.

"Why phytokinesis as well though? That seems like a pretty useless power, unless I'm stopping world hunger," I weakly tried to joke.

"With the two combined, plants can become weapons or the perfect power source, it all depends on how you use them."

He looked at my other wing.

"This one should heal up nicely as well, with the nanos on that wing as well. Possibly, with your abilities, you could make the nano-bots heal you quicker, that way you could go home sooner … though, with a mother like yours, I doubt you want to go home," he sighed.

This seemed highly improper of a thing for a doctor to say to an underage patient.

Not that I wasn't thinking it already.

He left the room, leaving me alone with the nano-bots.

I stared at the window. I wanted to get out of here anyway. It was too crowded in this hotel room and it made my bird mind a bit frightened.

"Hello User. What would you have us do today?" I heard a collection of voices say in my brain.

The nano-bots could talk?

"Um … speed up work? I need to escape," I responded, unsure. "We detect high stress patterns in your voice. Perhaps we could provide something to lower your stress hormones?" I sighed in exasperation and fought my way out of the bed.

"User, we need you to stay calm. High levels of stress hormones can be hazardous to the body."

I growled and staggered to the window. I looked outside to see that I was only on a second story floor. I could survive that fall.

I turned and pointed my broken wing at the window.

I wonder if I can break glass with this electrokinesis junk.

"It is not recommended, User"

I ignored the nanos and focused my attention on the window. I forced energy down through my wing.

ZAP!

Tendrils of electricity flashed onto the windowpane.

And that was it.

I growled and then smacked my cast against the window as hard as I could.

If I hadn't been at the old hospital, I would have re-broken it. Luckily, the old hospital had not replaced the windows yet.

I smashed through the window and to the ground. I remembered to roll on impact and then limped off and away from the hospital. I needed to get to someone's house, anyone's.

The only home I was sure of was Tobias' so the answer was obvious. I limped my way down his street and walked to his door.

I couldn't knock on it at this hour. That would be rude.

I wandered over to his side of the house and looked up at his window. I needed to wake him up somehow.

Painfully and clumsily, I picked up a small rock with my gauze wrapped wing and tried to throw it at the window.

Miss.

I attempted again and still missed. In aggravation, I leaned back against a large pine tree near his window, not really noticing that I had started building up another surge of electricity.

ZAP! ZING! CRASH!

"What the hell?"

One of the now electrified pine cones in the tree had now sailed through his window. Tobias' angry head peered out the window. His face turned to concern when he saw me standing below his window.

"What have you done to yourself this time?" he asked, one part angry, one part concerned and one part amused.

"It's a long story," I sighed. "Can I please get a lift?"

Then I fell to my knees in exhaustion.