You sat on the concrete floor of the community centre roof, curled into a little ball with your knees against your chest. You fringe whipped in the wind as you listened to the others argue and bicker. About two days ago now, you, Nathan, Kelly, Curtis, Simon and Alisha had been struck by lighting during a clean up duty. You were all fine - except for the fact that your probation worker had gone insane suddenly and tried to kill all of you, which resulted in all of you killing him. You tried to reason and say if it was in self defence, you would get away with it - but of course, everyone decided to bury the body next to the river under the bridge. And now, as hard as it was to believe, everyone was developing some kind of superpowers. How did you know? It was happening to you. Just, no one in the community group knew about it.

“So, everyone who touches Alisha wants to have sex with her. Kelly can read minds. Curtis can rewind time. And Simon can apparently turn invisible.” Nathan thought out loud, pacing around the rooftop. “So why the fuck can’t I do anything yet?!” He whined, Curtis sighing.

“Can you shut the fuck up for a second, cunt?” Kelly snapped, Alisha giggling a little at the comment. Simon stayed still, awkwardly silent.

“What about My Chemical Romance over there?” Nathan said suddenly, breaking the silence. He pointed right at you, the attention all on you. Alisha suddenly sat up.

“Oi, wait. Dickhead’s right.” She chimed in, sitting up. Your eyes widened. Yes, you’d developed a power of some sorts - but you didn’t want these shitheads knowing!

“Come on then. Do somethin.” Curtis snapped, Kelly adding in with a snappy “go on”. You cleared your throat. Nathan watched you expectantly, his curly hair waving in the wind with a shit eating smirk plastered across his face.