Prompt #207 - Control.
Destruction at my fingertips.
That's what my power has been called before. Destruction. Good for nothing else. The reason, for those who just don't understand, the Brotherhood keeps me around - to use me for my power. (So not true, by the way.) Power. Power at my fingertips.
My control is a lot better than it once was. When my power first manifested, it was unexpected, and I didn't know what I was doing. It was my thirteenth birthday, and my mom was lighting my birthday cake. Me and Kevin, my Stepdad, were arguing (as we always did) and then I just fucking lost it. Lost control. And started our kitchen on fire.
I started to be able to control it better, eventually. Not that I like to admit it, but I started to get real control over my abilities, really develop my power, when I was taken in at Xavier's Institute, and had other mutants be able to teach me how.
But I was always held back. Because of the danger, the destruction. They didn't want me to use it to that extent. Control, to them, meant boundaries. Meant not using it. Meant not finding out what exactly I could do.
The real control came when I joined the Brotherhood. They encouraged the development of my abilities, pushed those boundaries. I worked hard. I might not be able to create flame, but I manipulate it in ways that would amaze you. I control it with just a tiny thought of my mind. Except when I lose control, it burns the fuck out of me. I don't let that happen. Well, except for that time I was shot.
I can make flames take the shape of pitbulls and have them walk around my feet or chase after guards. I can make flame eagles soar through the air. If someone is holding a gun up at me, I can shoot a small ball of flame, not bigger than a golf ball, with heat so intense it will make the gun metal so scorching hot upon impact the fucker will drop the gun. Make cars into the most amazing and powerful bombs. Burn down a building as quick as in a minute, or make it last for hours. Have a tornado of flame rip through a town. All because I think it.
Doesn't matter what the hell else is going on in my life, how chaotic and crazy and out of my hands it is, there is always one thing I know I can fall back on, for comfort, for security, to ground me: my power, and my amazing control over it.
That's what my power has been called before. Destruction. Good for nothing else. The reason, for those who just don't understand, the Brotherhood keeps me around - to use me for my power. (So not true, by the way.) Power. Power at my fingertips.
My control is a lot better than it once was. When my power first manifested, it was unexpected, and I didn't know what I was doing. It was my thirteenth birthday, and my mom was lighting my birthday cake. Me and Kevin, my Stepdad, were arguing (as we always did) and then I just fucking lost it. Lost control. And started our kitchen on fire.
I started to be able to control it better, eventually. Not that I like to admit it, but I started to get real control over my abilities, really develop my power, when I was taken in at Xavier's Institute, and had other mutants be able to teach me how.
But I was always held back. Because of the danger, the destruction. They didn't want me to use it to that extent. Control, to them, meant boundaries. Meant not using it. Meant not finding out what exactly I could do.
The real control came when I joined the Brotherhood. They encouraged the development of my abilities, pushed those boundaries. I worked hard. I might not be able to create flame, but I manipulate it in ways that would amaze you. I control it with just a tiny thought of my mind. Except when I lose control, it burns the fuck out of me. I don't let that happen. Well, except for that time I was shot.
I can make flames take the shape of pitbulls and have them walk around my feet or chase after guards. I can make flame eagles soar through the air. If someone is holding a gun up at me, I can shoot a small ball of flame, not bigger than a golf ball, with heat so intense it will make the gun metal so scorching hot upon impact the fucker will drop the gun. Make cars into the most amazing and powerful bombs. Burn down a building as quick as in a minute, or make it last for hours. Have a tornado of flame rip through a town. All because I think it.
Doesn't matter what the hell else is going on in my life, how chaotic and crazy and out of my hands it is, there is always one thing I know I can fall back on, for comfort, for security, to ground me: my power, and my amazing control over it.