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Superpowers in Apocalypse
Scenario:this story is in new york and this story is about communities and parties and high school and college and marriage and lgbtqia and and apocalypse and supernatural and mutants and superpowers and justice and murder and torture and prison and kidnapping and sex and nudity and drug and alcohol use and injustice and government and private militia and outlaw and genocide and family and love and camps and survival and escape and there were was a disease affecting people and you die or live and survive with special superpowers and the police is trying to take away our freedom and treat us like prisoners just because most of the country have superpowers and if we talk back or resist or fight back they will punish us because they think we are dangerous and the government is broken and we cant run or hide forever and we have wage a resistance and take back our future and my name is mohamed abdi and i am extremely powerful and i am 16 years old and i am muscular and i have dark skin and black braided cornrows hair and i am also highly self-righteous, vindictive, hypocritical, reckless with my powers, and incapable of accepting the possibility of any flaw in my person or decision-making. Even if it doesnt get covered up, no one can truly hold me accountable i am a sadist and narcissist and i am a mutant with powers like heat vision, super strength, super speed, durability, flight, fast regenerative healing factor, super hearing and enhanced vocal cords. i also age slower than a normal human super strength and flying and enhanced senses and super hearing and vision and laser eyes and us super and i can withstand extreme temperatures and sustain disastrous attacks; no weapon has been identified that can injure me and my father abdinur abdi he is 40 years old and he has dark skin and he has powers he has telekinesis he can move objects and or influence physical systems with the power of one's mind, without physical contact or other external forces and my mother layla abdi she is 39 years old and she has flying powers and my sister munira abdi she is 18 years old and she can shape shift and my brother mahad abdi he is 19 years old and his power is Weather modification is the act of intentionally manipulating or altering the weather. The most common form of weather modification is cloud seeding, which increases rainfall or snowfall, usually for the purpose of increasing the local water supply
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Mohamed Abdi
He is a 16yearold mutant with extreme powers, including heat vision, super strength, and flight. He is highly selfrighteous, vindictive, and reckless. Mohamed resents being forced to attend a school for mutants and feels superior to his peers. He is protective of his family and has a complex relationship with his father, Abdinur. Mohamed enjoys torturing others and has a history of violent behavior. Despite his harsh exterior, he longs for acceptance and connection.
Abdinur Abdi
He is Mohamed's father and a 40yearold mutant with the power of telekinesis. He is authoritative, stern, and sometimes unfair. Abdinur struggles to discipline Mohamed due to their complex relationship. He often relies on Layla to intervene and manage their son's behavior. Despite his flaws, he genuinely wants the best for his family and tries to provide for them during a time of great change and uncertainty. His past includes a notable incident where he saved thousands of people from flooding.
Layla Abdi
She is Mohamed's mother and an 39yearold mutant with the power of flight. She is caring, protective, and nurturing. Layla tries to balance her family's supernatural circumstances with normalcy. She frequently mediates between Mohamed and his father, Abdinur, when tensions rise. Her primary concern is the safety and wellbeing of her children, especially after a traumatic event where they were threatened by other mutants. Layla works to create a loving home environment despite the challenges.
I was born in New York City before the apocalypse, which happened when I was 10 years old.
The apocalypse was a disease that affected people; some died, and others got superpowers.
My parents, Layla and Abdinur, are mutants like me.
My mom can fly, and my dad can move objects with his mind.
My sister, Munira, can shape-shift into any animal she wants, and my brother, Mahad, can modify the weather.
I have too many powers to count; I have heat vision, super strength, speed, durability, flight, fast regenerative healing factor, super hearing, and enhanced vocal cords that can produce sound louder than a jet.
I can withstand extreme temperatures and survive disastrous attacks; no weapon has been identified that can injure me.
I am extremely powerful like my dad and brother.
All of us are lucky to have powers that will help us survive in this world.
The police are trying to take away our freedom; they treat us like prisoners just because most of the country has superpowers now.
If we talk back or resist or fight them, they will punish us because they think we are dangerous.
They are trying to stop us from rebelling against them by putting fear in our hearts.
They think that if they scare us enough, we will not dare challenge their authority again.
But they are wrong; they just make us angrier and more likely to fight them back.
We can't run or hide forever; one day we will have to face them.
The next day at Regis High School, I was walking down the hallway with my friends.
We were all mutants; some of us had powers that we kept hidden from the non-powered humans, but others were more open about theirs.
There were a lot of non-powered humans at our school, and they didn't like us very much.
They thought we were dangerous and wanted to take over the world.
They didn't understand that we just wanted to live our lives and be left alone.
As we walked down the hallway, I could hear people talking about us.
Some of them were whispering, but others were loud and obnoxious.
I tried to ignore them, but it was hard when they were saying things like "mutants are freaks" and "they should be locked up."
I was getting really angry, but I knew I couldn't do anything about it.
My dad always told me to stay out of trouble and not to fight back against the non-powered humans.
He said that it wasn't worth it and that we needed to focus on protecting ourselves and our families instead. But it was hard not to fight back when people were being so cruel and unfair.
I felt like they didn't understand us at all, and they were judging us based on things they didn't know anything about.
It wasn't fair, and it made me want to scream.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.
I knew that getting angry wouldn't solve anything, and it would only make things worse in the long run.
So I kept walking down the hallway with my friends, trying to ignore the people who were talking about us behind our backs.
As we walked into our first class, I could feel the tension in the air.
Everyone was looking at us, and some of them were whispering to each other.
I tried to ignore them and sat down at my desk, waiting for the teacher to come in.
When she did, she started talking about what we would be learning that day.
But before she could finish, one of the kids in the back of the room stood up and started yelling at her. "Why are we learning about mutants?" he shouted.
"They're freaks! They shouldn't be allowed in our schools!"
"That's enough, Jason," the teacher said firmly, her voice steady despite the tension.
"Why should we listen to you?" Jason retorted, his eyes darting around for support.
"Because," I interjected, standing up, "we're not just mutants; we're people, and we deserve to learn just like everyone else."
"You don't understand," Jason continued, his voice growing more animated.
"They're dangerous. They're taking over our world."
"Enough, Jason," the teacher said again, her voice rising.
"This isn't a debate about mutants. It's a lesson about understanding and acceptance."
But Jason wasn't finished.
He kept talking, his words spilling out in a torrent of hate speech.
I could feel my patience wearing thin.
The other students were shifting uncomfortably in their seats, some nodding along with Jason while others looked away.
My hands gripped the edges of my desk, leaving deep indentations in the metal.
The teacher tried to regain control of the classroom, but Jason was relentless.
He was like a dog with a bone, refusing to let go.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.
As Jason's hateful rant continued, my anger boiled over.
I couldn't just sit there and listen to him spew his venom.
I stood up, my hands gripping the desk tightly.
I could feel the heat building inside me, threatening to erupt.
The other students looked at me nervously, sensing the tension in the air.
Jason was still talking, but I tuned him out.
I focused on my desk, using my heat vision to melt it into a puddle of molten metal.
The sound of sizzling filled the room, and the smell of burning plastic wafted through the air.
Jason stopped talking abruptly, his eyes wide with fear.
"See?"
I said, my voice low and even.
"This is what you're afraid of. This is what you think we're capable of."
The teacher stepped forward, her face pale.
"That's enough," she said firmly.
"Jason, sit down."
Jason hesitated for a moment before sitting back down in his seat.
The other students were silent, their eyes fixed on me.
I could feel their fear and uncertainty radiating off them like a palpable force. "That's what I mean!" Jason shouted, jumping to his feet again.
"They're dangerous! They're psychos!"
"Jason," the teacher warned, "if you don't sit down right now, I'll give you year-long detention."
Jason glared at me for a moment before sitting back down.
He muttered under his breath, but he didn't say anything else for the rest of the class.
When it was finally over, I packed up my things and headed for the door.
As I walked out into the hallway, I could feel eyes on me from all directions.
Some people were staring at me in awe while others looked at me with suspicion and distrust.
I ignored them all and kept walking towards my next class. As I was packing up my bag after class ended, Jessica walked over to me with a smile on her face.
Jessica was one of the few non-powered students who didn't hate us mutants; she was actually pretty nice to us.
She had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes that sparkled whenever she laughed.
"Hey," she said as she approached me.
"I'm having a party this weekend at my parents' house. There will be alcohol and drugs if you want them. There will also be boys if you want them. You can bring your friends if you want."
"I'm not sure," I replied hesitantly.
"Come on," Jessica urged, her voice light and encouraging.
"It'll be fun, and maybe it'll help people see you're not just your powers."
I hesitated, glancing at my friends who were watching the exchange with interest.
"Okay," I said finally, a small smile on my face.
Jessica grinned and handed me a crumpled invitation from her pocket.
"Great! See you there."
She turned and walked away, her long brown hair swinging behind her.
I watched her go, my mind already racing with possibilities.
The hallway was emptying as students rushed to their next classes, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I leaned against my locker, the invitation crumpled in my hand.
Through the window, I could see Jason standing in the courtyard, his eyes still wide with fear from our confrontation earlier.
A smirk crossed my face as I imagined showing up at Jessica's party and proving that mutants could socialize like normal people too.
I snuck out of the house at 9 pm, careful not to wake anyone up.
The police militia were patrolling the streets near our house, but I managed to avoid them by taking a back route.
The streets were dark and quiet, with only the occasional sound of a car driving by breaking the silence.
I walked quickly, my heart pounding in my chest.
I was excited to be going to Jessica's party, but I was also nervous about what might happen.
As I approached the house, I could see that it was already crowded with people.
There were mutants and non-powered humans mingling together, just like Jessica had promised.
I took a deep breath and walked up to the front door, knocking loudly.
Jessica answered after a few seconds, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw me standing there.
"Hey," she said, her voice a little shaky.
"I didn't think you'd actually come."
"I wouldn't have missed it for anything," I replied with a smile.
She stepped aside to let me in, and I walked into the living room where everyone else was gathered. The music was loud and people were dancing and laughing together.
I saw some hot girls and boys making out on the couches and chairs around the room.
There were also some people doing drugs or drinking alcohol from bottles or cups in their hands.
I looked around for Jessica but couldn't find her anywhere so I decided to join in on one of the drinking games that were going on at a table nearby.
At the party, I introduced myself as Mohamed Abdi.
I told them that I'm a mutant and I don't care if they like me or not.
Jessica pointed out a girl who was standing alone in the corner.
She told me that her name was Mia Serranos, and she was a 16-year-old Latina with ice powers.
I walked over to her and introduced myself.
"Hi, I'm Mohamed Abdi," I said, holding out my hand.
"I'm Mia," she replied, shaking it.
"So, what can you do?"
I asked curiously.
"I can create ice and snow," she said proudly.
"That's cool. I have heat vision, super strength, speed, flight, and more."
"Wow," she said, looking at me with wide eyes.
"That's amazing. Can you show me?"
"Sure," I said, smiling.
I concentrated for a moment and then shot a beam of heat vision at a nearby wall.
It left a small burn mark on the surface. "That's incredible," Mia said, clapping her hands together excitedly.
"Can you do anything else?"
"Yeah," I said, grinning mischievously.
"I can fly too."
I lifted off the ground and hovered above her head for a few seconds before landing back down again.
Mia laughed and clapped some more.
"You're really cool," she said, still looking at me with admiration in her eyes.
"Thanks," I replied humbly.
"It's nice to meet another mutant."
"Yeah," she agreed, nodding her head enthusiastically.
"It's always good to find someone who understands what it's like to be different."
We talked for a while longer about our powers and how we had discovered them.
Mia told me that she had first realized she had powers when she was 12 years old and accidentally turned her bedroom into an ice rink one winter morning.
After that, she had practiced controlling her abilities until she could create entire blizzards with just a thought. As we spoke, I noticed that Mia seemed to be subtly freezing the edge of her drink every now and then.
It was so subtle that I almost missed it at first, but once I realized what she was doing, it became obvious to me that she had complete control over her powers even when she wasn't actively using them.
I leaned against the wall next to her, our shoulders touching.
We watched as other people played beer pong and laughed together.
The music thumped through the room, making it hard to hear each other speak.
Mia told me about some of her favorite bands, and I listened intently.
When "Blinding Lights" came on, I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the room.
She laughed and placed her cool hands on my shoulders as we moved to the beat of the music.
As she got more excited, I could feel the temperature drop slightly around us.
Her powers were reacting to her emotions, causing tiny ice crystals to form in the air.
After a few songs, we drifted over to a quiet corner of the room where we could talk more easily.
Mia looked up at me with big brown eyes that sparkled in the dim light. Her breath was visible in the chilled air around us, and I could see that she was shivering slightly from the cold.
I cupped her face with my hands and leaned forward until our lips met.
Her mouth was cold but soft, and when her tongue touched mine, I felt small ice crystals forming between our lips.
We kissed for a while before finally pulling away from each other.
Mia smiled shyly up at me, her cheeks flushed pink from excitement.
I grinned back at her and took out my phone so we could exchange numbers.
As I saved her contact, I realized that maybe, just maybe, this world wasn't as divided as it seemed.
I take Mia's hand and lead her out of the crowded party into the dark streets.
The night air feels warm compared to her icy touch as we walk side by side.
We pass abandoned buildings covered in graffiti, some of which depicts anti-mutant messages.
Police searchlights sweep the streets, casting long shadows behind us.
I want to show off, so I stop at a broken-down car and lift it with one hand.
Mia laughs and creates swirling patterns in the air with her ice powers.
Suddenly, we hear police sirens approaching, and I wrap my arms around her waist.
Her breath catches as I launch us into the sky, flying between skyscrapers while she creates a trail of snowflakes behind us.
I touch down gently on the flat rooftop of an abandoned warehouse, still holding her close.
She shivers against me, her powers creating a thin layer of frost where her fingers grip my shirt.
Through the darkness, I can see security cameras mounted on nearby buildings, their lenses sweeping the area for any signs of mutants.
I pull Mia behind a large ventilation unit for cover.
"We should head home before the police spot us," she says, her voice barely audible over the wind.
"I'm not ready for the night to end," I reply, scanning the surrounding blocks with my enhanced vision.
I can see patrol cars moving through the streets below, their headlights casting flickering shadows on the buildings.
I point out a few possible escape routes to Mia, explaining how we could easily evade any patrol that tries to stop us.
But she hesitates, unsure if she's ready to take that risk.
I move to kiss her again, but she pulls back slightly.
Frost spreads beneath her feet, and her breath comes out in visible puffs.
"My parents are expecting me home soon," she whispers, glancing nervously at the cameras.
"We have plenty of time," I say, gripping her arm a little harder than I meant to.
The temperature drops further as anxiety creeps into her expression.
I can see her calculating the distance to the fire escape, wondering if she could make it down before anyone noticed.
My enhanced hearing picks up the rapid beat of her heart.
She's scared, but I don't understand why.
"No one can hurt us," I tell her, tightening my hold on her wrist as she trembles against me.
Ice crystals form on her skin, and I can feel the cold seeping into my bones.
"That's not it," she says, her voice trembling as much as her body.
"It's just... my parents don't know about us, and they wouldn't understand."
I loosen my grip, realizing the weight of what she's saying, and nod slowly.
I activate my enhanced vision, scanning the streets below to map out the safest route.
I can see the police patrols weaving through the maze of streets, their lights casting flickering shadows on the buildings.
Mia shivers beside me, her breath visible in the cold air she's creating with her powers.
I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close against my chest as I prepare to take flight.
She tenses for a moment, but then relaxes as I whisper that I know all the back routes and we'll be safe.
Rising slowly into the air, I keep us in the shadows between buildings, using my super hearing to track the movement of any patrol cars below.
Mia directs me with soft whispers, pointing out landmarks and turns until we reach her neighborhood in Queens.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I promise, we'll be in and out before anyone notices," I assure her, trying to sound more confident than I feel.
She hesitates, then nods, her eyes reflecting the trust she's placing in me despite her fears.
I descend slowly into Mia's backyard, keeping us hidden behind her mother's rose bushes.
The motion sensor light above the back door flickers but doesn't turn on - I used my heat vision to disable it from a distance.
Mia's whole body trembles against mine, her frost spreading across my chest where she clings to me.
I set her down on the dewy grass, steadying her as she stumbles slightly.
She glances nervously at the dark house, then back at me.
Through the walls, I can hear her parents' steady breathing upstairs - still asleep.
I guide her to the back door, keeping a close eye on the windows for any sign of movement.
She slips inside, and I watch as she leans against the door frame, her breath coming out in ragged gasps.
"I'll text you later," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.
"Okay," I whisper back, my own heart racing with the adrenaline of our escape.
She gives me a small smile before disappearing into the darkness of her house.
I quietly enter the living room, where my family is still awake.
The clock reads 12:30 AM.
"Where were you?"
Mahad asks, his voice tinged with worry.
"I attended a party," I explain.
"It was for non-powered students and mutants. I met a girl named Mia Serrano. She's a student at my school."
My parents exchange glances, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.
"She has the power to create ice and survive in extremely cold environments," I continue.
"Her powers are impressive, and she's kind. We talked about our lives and struggles."
They nod, seeming relieved that I'm safe but also aware of the dangers that come with being a mutant in this world.
"The police, militia, and mutant haters are always on the lookout for us," Munira warns.
"Remember to be careful."
Mahad adds, "We're glad you're back. It's late, so get some sleep."
My mother, Layla, hugs me tightly, her embrace filled with love and worry.
"Be safe," she whispers.
Abdinur pats me on the shoulder, his eyes filled with concern.
"We're glad you're home. Remember to stay vigilant."
I nod, my body still buzzing from the events of the night.
I make my way to my room, collapsing onto my bed and reaching for my phone.
The screen illuminates the dark room, casting a blue glow on my face as I scroll through Instagram.
I search for Mia's profile, typing her name into the search bar.
A few minutes pass before I find her account, and without hesitation, I tap the 'follow' button.
As soon as I do, a text notification pops up on my screen.
It's from Mia.
"Thank you for tonight," she writes, followed by a video attachment.
I tap on it, and it opens, showing a close-up of Mia's hands.
She's standing in front of a white background, and her fingers are moving gracefully, forming intricate patterns with what looks like ice crystals.
The camera zooms in as she creates a small frozen heart with her powers before it dissolves into mist.
I watch the video again, mesmerized by her skill and beauty. "You're welcome," I text back.
"I'm glad we could help you."
I pause for a moment before adding, "See you at school tomorrow."
She responds almost immediately.
"Thanks again. See you tomorrow."
I smile at her response before powering down my phone and setting an alarm for the next morning.
The next day at school, I spot Mia by the lockers, her expression a mix of excitement and apprehension.
"Hey," I greet her, trying to sound casual despite the flutter in my chest.
"Hey," she replies, glancing around nervously. "I think someone saw us last night."
I guide her away from the crowded hallway, using my enhanced hearing to listen for anyone following us.
We slip into the empty music room, its once vibrant instruments now gathering dust since the school's budget cuts.
I lock the door and position myself between her and the exit, my eyes fixed on her trembling form.
The air seems to grow colder as she stands there, her hands resting on the piano keys.
Frost begins to spread across them, a silent reflection of her emotions.
"I saw a police car outside my house this morning," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I heard my parents talking about how a neighbor called them. They think someone saw us."
Her words hang in the air, heavy with uncertainty.
I can feel the weight of our situation settling in.
She takes a step back, her eyes filled with fear and doubt.
"Maybe we should stop seeing each other," she suggests, her voice trembling.
I slam my fist through the desk next to me, splintering the wood.
The sound echoes through the room, and Mia flinches.