"I've gotta disinfect the wounds, bite down on this, it's going to hurt," The paramedic gave me a damp rag, which I promptly stuck in my mouth.

Apparently, I had sustained multiple injuries throughout the whole ordeal that would have been fatal with time. I still did not feel any physical pain in my body whats so ever, which countered my splitting headache.

The paramedic began to pour a cold liquid (that I assume is a sort of rubbing alcohol) over the cuts that plastered my body. After a few seconds of not a single grunt being uttered the paramedic (a man with a tag that said Dave) glanced at me surprised at my silence. I ignored him as I blankly stared forward, although I had already decided that I wanted to keep a bunch of things to myself and act normal I couldn't be bothered to keep up the act right now.

After a while, my trap and a bit of my neck were bandaged along with parts of my legs, my ribs, torso, back, and arms. I kinda looked like a mummy, but not the cool ones from those mystery show on television, but from a low-budget film with a romantic love triangle with a mummy, vampire, and a red puppet that helps kids learn to count.

Dave the paramedic slapped my shoulder approvingly before commenting "You're a champ, stay here until someone comes to pick you up, do you want to call your parents?"

I nodded slowly before taking the damp rag out of my mouth and placing it on the ground next to the chair that I was sitting on. Dave the paramedic murmured something before placing a cell-phone in my hand and a towel over my shoulders before leaving to talk with another paramedic several yards away. Without making a move to dial a number I just sat there drinking everything in.

I caught a few words such as "in shock", "therapy", and "delirious" as they were glancing at me every so often before heading off. After climbing up the stairs and reaching the surface with Julian and Jayden, the rest of the day had gone by in a daze. The facilities that I lived at for the last couple of weeks were in ruin, buildings were in ruins, rubble littered the ground, and I heard rumors that the underground had collapsed upon itself.

There was so much going on, so many things that cluttered my mind, it was madness. Heroes alongside ambulances and men in suits arrived shortly after making it to the surface. I was taken to the side hurridly as I must've looked like a victim from a horror film with all the gore that stained me, while Jayden and Julian were escorted to off to God knows where to leave me here to like a toddler to think about my actions.

Which was fine with me, there was enough crazy shit going on without me dealing with rehashing the story over again, although I would probably have to at some point I was content with just sitting here and thinking. My euphoria from surviving quickly crashed as the implications of what really happened hit me harder than any punch. People were dead, people who had families, lives, people who were corpses. To what did they matter, to what did I matter? It could've been just as easily been me who could be buried underneath tons of rock right now never to see the day of light again.

What terrified me the most was not suited man shrouded in darkness, (although he was definitely top three), but myself. So many questions, to not so many answers. After the guy in the suit shot that black snake thing up my nose there was something...altered about me. After taking a few cursory glances around me to make sure no one was looking I started to feel the outside of my nose (I avoided the inside for now because we were in public) to see if that snake thing was still up there hibernating in the cave that is my nose.

Unfortunately, I could feel nothing of a difference other than my nose seemed to be pointing slighter more to the left then I remembered. A thought flashed through my mind as I returned my hands to my lap where the phone still lay. Doesn't the holes in my nose lead to the brain? And if so what if it's in my brain? And what did it do to me? Things were much simpler when the most I had to worry about was whether or not I would get varsity.

"Gah," I grunted as I shook out the existential questions out of my mind, there are other things to think about.

I need to think about the bright side of things, like some of the cute girls here. Well, if they made it out. Hopefully.

If they didn't...

Well, I'td would have made this like the worst day ever.

I could worry about that stuff later, as well as the problems with my power and how it changed. I glanced back down at my lap and picked up the cell phone, it was an old-school phone that people used back in the early 2000's. I brought up the call screen on it and considered briefly what number to call before punching in my dads. It ringed three times before he picked up.

"Hey Chase, we haven't heard from you in two weeks your mother was worried! Was it because of a cute girl?" My dad exclaimed over the phone.

I winced slightly at hearing this before answering, I completely forgot about calling in to check in.

"Sorry, a lot has happened over here, and...maybe a cute girl or two have caught my attention," I said with a small grin.

Understatement of the year if I ever spoke one.

"Atta boy!" he congratulated.

I decided to start off with the good news.

"So, uh, I got my powers and now I'm a Super,"

I could practically see his smile from through the phone line.

"That's great! What can you do?" He questioned.

I pondered this for a few seconds, I mean I knew what the classification of it was but now it was a tad bit more complicated.

"I can make carbon out of nothing and shoot like pillars and stuff" I answered.

A few beats passed.

"So you can make rocks."

I blinked.

"Well, yeah."

When you put it like that it didn't sound as badass as I thought it was.

"You sound shaky, is everything all right over there?"

I drunk in my surroundings, no everything was not alright and I'd stalled enough.

"Well, there was like a terrorist attack or something, and uh- people died, I'm fine, and I'm probably gonna be coming home soon." I spout out as I watched a couple guys in suits talk to one of the kids that I saw here and there in the last couple of weeks.

My dad was silent for a few moments before answering "Well, I'm glad your fine but we're gonna be there stat so hang tight,"

He was surprisingly less freaked out than I thought he would be but I haven't talked to the hurricane that was my mother yet.

"Alright, see you in like an hour, love you," he said.

"Bye."

I hung up the phone and dropped it next to me on the rag, maybe not the most polite thing to do with someone's phone but hey, I'm feeling selfish. Shrugging off the towel and letting it drop I stood up from the creaky chair. Immediately Dave the paramedic hurried over and began to retort but I waved him away. He kept insisting so I brought out the big guns and imagined myself being propelled away from Dave the paramedic by a rising platform.

What really happened is my headache increased ten-fold and I tripped over myself. What was even more humiliating was that he actually caught me, helpful bastard. I was forcibly escorted back to my chair. This is stupid, I don't even feel anything on my body, I want to go find Ashley, or Julian, or even Mr.Richards. If he's still alive that is.

Another ten minutes passed under close eye I finally managed to hobble away, but not towards the area where the rest of the kids were being "interrogated" but to the side where the road ended. I wanted to get a good look at the rubble, and away from the redonkulus commotion. That ninja teleporter hero kept popping in and out of the rubble with equipment, valuable items, and ever so often a person. Sometimes alive. Others not.

Kinda put things in perspective, I mean just like two hours ago I was content with a satisfied tummy from my chicken alfredo. Now I was literally watching stone turn to dust, and not even in the fun way too. At least hopefully I'll have some scars that I can score some sympathy with the ladies.

A couple more minutes went by as I went over the last few events in my mind and their implications. Especially the resurfaced memory of Donny, from that my privacy invaded, well I guess it's always had been when living in a world where telepaths were alive. But still, it's weird.

As I stood lost in my thoughts the teleporter appeared once again with a body, hope pulsed through me as he appeared. That hope was quenched as the person's entire body was limp, limp like a steamed stalk of broccoli. Instantly paramedics and suits alike surged forward when they saw the person. The lifeless husk of Mr.Richards was caressed into a stretcher and carried to one of the ambulances as more suits started to take out their phones and dial numbers.

Now it really is the worst day ever.