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Synergy (A MORFS Universe Story) Part 5
The flames shot up higher and higher and I realized that I, too, was
trapped in the burning building. In trying to rescue them, I now found
myself trapped with the two little girls. My panic lasted only a moment
before it changed to resolve as I toughened myself up. I would try my very
best to get all of us out of here alive.
Over the roar of the fire I yelled to the children, "Get down and hold on
to me."
As they hunkered down on my legs and looked away, I stood tall and
concentrated. I drew in all the heat that I could and held it for a few
seconds, converting it to potential energy. The energy roared inside me
and seemed to want more and more power, yet it also begged to be released.
So release it I did, converting it all to kinetic energy. 'I really hope
this works.' I passed on the energy to every molecule of air and dust that
was in my range and infused it with the kinetic energy. Even I was
surprised at the effect. The air and particles blew away from us at great
speed, blowing the flames that hadn't already been snuffed as I drew the
heat from the burning material. It even toppled some unstable walls and
blew away some burning debris.
Then, as air rushed back in, covering all three of us with soot and ash,
it dawned on me what I had done. I became scared people that would want to
praise me or worse, they would want to hold me for questioning. Either
way, my face and name would get plastered all over the news and would give
my father a lead on our whereabouts.
I told the children, "Go out that way," pointing to a big hole in a wall
where I could see some firemen coming into the building. As the girls ran
off, I absorbed as much light as I could, making myself somewhat invisible
in the dark building. I found an exit without people around and
disappeared from the scene unnoticed.
I made it back home safely and unnoticed by people. As I fumbled with my
keys, the door opened. Mom was already home. She took one look at the soot
and grime covering me and asked in a low voice, "What have you been up
to?"
Guiltily, I just looked up to her. "I'm sorry Mom. Something happened on
the way home."
Mom pulled me inside. "I don't even know if I can get this clean. Maybe
I'll just throw it."
"Mom please try, it's my favorite outfit." 'Since when did I start having
a girly outfit like this as my favorite?'
"OK Maren I'll try. No promises though. Oh, and you're grounded for the
whole weekend."
I groaned. "I was going out with Snake, Batman and Leo."
"Cancel it Maren. Now get out of those clothes and go wash yourself."
I took a shower and another and still didn't feel clean. I could still
smell smoke. A third and even a fourth shower later I emerged very well
scrubbed in my sleeping gown. Mom just pre washed the clothes and put them
into the washer.
"Now make yourself useful and prepare dinner, daughter of mine."
I made a face, but went to do my chores anyway. Later after the clean up,
that I did also, we watched some TV. Mom flicked through the channels,
till she hit a news channel. We saw a burning building and then, there I
was running into the building. I hadn't even known there was a camera crew
there. I was too far away from the camera to be recognizable, but
instantly Mom knew who it was. Astonished, Mom watched on as the fire
raged. Nothing happened at first, but then a big piece of fire just seemed
to vanish. A moment later a big cloud spewed out of all the openings,
extinguishing the rest of the fire.
Mom looked at me, "So that is what you've been doing."
When the news program went on, showing a fireman coming out of the
building with two young girls. Mom cranked up the sound.
"And here you see little 7 year old Melissa and 5 year old Carrie being
escorted out of the building. Rescuers have combed the building, but
didn't find any trace of the girl that saved them." The picture changed to
the news reader. "I'm told that we're going to go live to the hospital
where Steve is waiting to talk to the parents and the children
themselves."
The scene switched again. "Hi, Steve here with Melissa and Carrie. Melissa
do you know anything about the girl that saved you and your sister?"
Melissa beamed, "It was an angel. She had shiny hands, and when she was
with us it wasn't so warm anymore. She said we shouldn't look and then put
out the fire."
The interviewer Steve took the mike back to him, "And did this angel tell
you her name?"
Melissa gave him an indignant look, "Don't you know that angels never give
their name?"
"No, I didn't know that." Steve gave her a wry smile as he turned to the
parents. "Ron and Penny, how about you, you have any idea?"
Penny took the mike with a few tears in her eyes. "Who ever you are, Miss,
if you're watching, thank you so much. If ever we can do something for
you, just let us know."
Mom turned of the TV. "Why did you run from the scene and not take credit
for the rescue?"
"I thought it was better not to attract Dad's attention by getting my face
and name in the news, Mom."
Mom smiled, "You are right about that. Good thinking. I'm proud of you
Maren, but next time, think before running inside a burning building."
"So can I still go out tomorrow?"
Mom smiled smugly at me. "Sorry Hon, you're still grounded for the
weekend."
As I grumbled and reached for the phone, Mom lifted her eyebrow
questioningly.
"Calling Snake to cancel," I explained to her.
Snake asked why I cancelled. I just made up some reason. He said that the
gang could just hang out at my place.
"You know it isn't that big here, Snake. Just do it later. Rain cheque
ok?"
Grudgingly, he agreed and after a goodbye, I hung up. This wasn't going to
be one of my better weekends. If only I knew that the next weekend was
going to be worse.
It started that Friday, just after school. I was talking to Mandy & Denise
about our homework as Lance walked up to us with a big box behind his
back.
"Hi girls, Maren, can I talk to you in private please?"
It ruffled my feathers so to speak, was he coming on to me again? "What do
you want Lance?"
Lance dragged me with him to a bit more privacy. "I want to ask you to be
my partner."
"What?" I almost yelled it out of frustration. Now I heard everything. Was
he completely out of his mind?
Lance hurriedly continued, "No wait, I mean as a dance partner. I've been
invited to this big fancy dance, but I have to bring my own dance partner.
Would you, please?" He looked pleadingly at me with big puppy eyes.
Now I was at a loss for words. This wasn't such an unreasonable request,
was it? I thought for a minute before starting, "But I don't have ..."
Lance interrupted and finished for me, "... anything to wear?" He pulled
the box to the front. "You will if you accept this."
I opened the box. Inside was the nice dress from the swap shop. The one
that Lance insisted I should try on. I really liked the dress and it would
be perfect for dancing.
"You bought it?"
Lance shrugged, "The moment I saw it, I knew it was perfect for you."
I still mulled over it all. Then I made up my mind, "OK, Lance. I accept.
We will dance together, but no funny stuff, just dancing remember!"
Lance hurried, "Yes, sure, Maren. Just dancing."
This meant I would have a busy Saturday. Not only would I have to prepare
myself and go to the beauty salon to fix my hair for the dance, I also had
an appointment at the MORFS center. I groaned inwardly, wondering, 'Why
did I get myself into this?'
Gavin was waiting for me in his chamber at the center. He started off with
some small talk about school and sports and we were happily chatting When
he suddenly asked, "So, Maren, have you used your powers anytime lately?"
I got a little nervous, but denied doing it.
"So that girl I saw running into the building rescuing those little girls
wasn't you then? I could have sworn that it looked just like you." He
stared at me intensely, like he was trying to burn the truth out of me.
'Maybe, he is a telepath, right?' I swallowed noticeably. "OK, OK it was
me. I couldn't get anyone's attention, so I went in and had to protect
myself." There I'd said it.
Gavin smiled brightly, "Hey it is ok. I'm not mad. I applaud you for using
your power like that. Just tell me the truth Maren. I'm not here to judge
you."
Guiltily I looked down at the floor.
"I also heard a rumor about a reckless driver who had his car killed on
the street after bumping into a young girl."
'Oh no! The driver filed a complaint about me?' Now I felt even more
ashamed, and sagged down into my chair.
Gavin gave me a hug. "I think he had it coming. Just restrain yourself,
ok?"
I just nodded, almost on the verge of tears. Gavin noticed it and cheered
me up. We talked a little more about powers and using it. Soon I felt a
little better and my mood had lifted.
Before I went to the beauty salon, Mom insisted that I shave my legs and
prepare myself. Lea fixed my hair later that afternoon in a beautiful do,
and all too soon it was time.
Lance picked me up with his parents. So we were chaperoned. Arriving at
the dance hall, it turned out to be a sort of exclusive dance contest
called 'Autumn Night'. I even recognized some of the other people as
professional dancers. I argued for a moment with Lance that he should have
told me, but then resigned myself to having to do my best, and hoped I
didn't make a fool of myself.
Lance was even better during the dances that usual, and I just floated
along on the music. A few times Lance's lead didn't feel right and I tried
to guide him to the right path. But he was headstrong, and fought me all
the way, so I just gave up after a few tries. Four dances later, our time
was up and the jury retreated to deliberate on the contestants.
Lance took me outside for a breather. "You were great in there, Maren."
Then he leaned over and kissed me on my mouth. When he tried to push his
tongue inside my mouth, I froze for a moment, torn between feeling giddy
and disgusted.
Then I recoiled and slapped him. "Lance! You promised."
I turned around and ran off into the street. Lance was stunned, and
hesitated for a moment before beginning to chase after me. He hesitated a
little too long, as the jury came back and Lance got pulled in back for
the result by his father.
The jury president announced, "Thank you everyone for a great dance
evening. It's a pity that not everyone can win, as you are all fine
dancers. Now the winners in this contest, the couple in third place are a
rookie couple. Though sometimes it seemed like they were fighting each
other, they did dance magnificently. Give applause for Lance Thorsson and
Maren Jones."
People clapped enthusiastically, while Lance stepped up alone to collect
the prize.
"Mister Thorsson, where is your lovely companion?"
Lance hesitated, clearly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, but she didn't feel
well," Lance managed to stammer out. He quickly accepted the trophy and
went back to his parents. Meanwhile, I was well on my way home, feeling
distraught and angry. I also felt regret and hurt. The high-heeled shoes
were meant for dancing, not running. I arrived home in a record time
though, and rang the bell. I'd forgotten to take my purse from the dance
hall.
When Mom opened the door and saw me standing there on the verge of
breaking down into a puddle of misery, she asked, "Honey, what is wrong?"
I tried to say something, but nothing more than "I ... He ..." would come
out. Then I leaned into Mom and started crying.
Mom led me to my bedroom and sat down with me. "There, there honey. It's
OK to cry."
We sat there for a little while till I managed to bring out between
sniffs, "He kissed me. A French kiss, no less."
Mom just held me, and let me cry a while longer. Then the bell rang. Mom
went to answer it. Lance was at the door.
"Hello, Miss Landers, I'm really sorry for what happened. Is Maren OK?"
I was peeking and saw Mom nod an agreement, at the same time, giving him a
stern look of disparagement.
Lance's shoulders sagged, seeing that he hadn't scored any points yet.
"Well anyway, I brought Maren's jacket and purse. She forgot them. And
please tell her that we won third place in the contest."
Dejected Lance retreated to his parents waiting in the car. Mom came back
to me with my jacket and purse.
"I already heard, Mom. Why did he have to kiss me on my mouth?"
Mom shrugged, "I'm pretty sure he didn't think. He was just happy and
acted on his hormones. I really think that Lance is broken up about it."
I leaned into Mom again and cried a little more. Later she helped me clean
off my ruined make up and prepare for bed. As she tucked me in, she said,
"Give Lance a chance to make it up, OK? Despite his faults, I think he is
a nice boy and a good friend."
I bit my lower lip, "I guess so Mom, I might give him a chance. Thanks for
being here with me, Mom. Goodnight."
"Goodnight Honey, sweet dreams."
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I was dancing with a good-looking girl in a ballroom. It was heavenly, the
music was not too loud and we danced like pros. Then I leaned over to the
girl and kissed her. It was nice, but then the smooth feeling against my
skin changed, it became a bit raspy, I looked up, I was kissing Lance and
I was the girl. I wanted to scream, yell or break away and start hitting
someone. But I couldn't do anything, I just kept kissing him and it didn't
feel so bad anymore. 'No, what am I doing. I don't want that.' With a
shock I woke up from my sleep. Sheesh, it was only a nightmare. After my
heart rate slowed down a bit I lay down again trying to get back to sleep.
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With a high pitched shrill sound the woman yelled, "Why didn't I get this
report earlier? A person with this kind of power should have been reported
much earlier already. Where is the rest of it?"
The people working for her cringed at her voice. They were very afraid of
her outbursts and temper.
One guy went in to try to explain. "I'm sorry doctor, but we didn't get
the information from a MORFS center. This particular center near the event
hasn't been infiltrated yet. We gathered the information from news footage
and public records. We don't even know for sure that this girl is really
the one with the power, though we are fairly certain. The computer
predicted a 92 % probability that it is her."
The woman looked at him with contempt, "I want a scout team on her
immediately. They have to find out everything about her, and I want it
yesterday." With that, the man was dismissed and hurried to carry out her
orders. It wouldn't be the first time she'd had an employee executed for
being too lax.
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I woke up at the ringing of the phone, wondering, 'Who is calling us so
early?'
Mom came into my bedroom with the phone, "It's Snake, Honey. Want to talk
to him?"
"Sure," I grumbled. I accepted the phone and with a yawn answered, "Hi
Snake, what's up this early?"
"What do you mean, early, Synergy, it's already 10 o'clock."
I looked at my alarm clock and indeed it was already 10.02. I'd overslept.
"Sorry, Snake. I guess I was so tired yesterday."
"That's OK Synergy. So how was the dance contest yesterday? I asked
Batman, but he just said OK and didn't want to elaborate."
"Well I don't want to talk about it either, Snake. Sorry. I hope you don't
have anything planned today, because I still feel a little worn out. I
just want to have a quiet day at home."
"Maren, you are making me more curious. But if you don't want to talk,
then OK. Just don't shut me out. I'm supposed to help you, remember."
"Ok Snake. I just want to be alone and have a quiet Sunday. I'll tell you
all about it later, promise."
Snake accepted it at last and cut the connection.
When I dropped the phone and tried to get back to my blissful sleep, Mom
roused me. I got up, showered at a slow pace and leisurely picked out my
clothes and dressed. Fortunately we are not a church going family. I would
hate to get up early on my free day, wear a pretty dress and sit for hours
listening to a sermon and singing old songs. It doesn't mean I'm not a
believer, but I just don't believe in going to church. I still pray
sometimes, but I do it quietly in my own room.
Wearing my all time favorite jeans and shirt, I sat down at the breakfast
with Mom.
"Morning Honey. How are you feeling this morning?"
"Morning Mom. I feel fine just a little sore around the ankles from
running too long on high heels. So if you don't mind, I'll just stay at
home and do nothing all day."
"After you take Sammi for a walk you mean?"
"Yes Mom, after I take Sammi for a walk."
After our walk I took Sammi with me up to my work place in the shed on the
roof and started working on my hover board again. I made great progress.
It was almost finished at dinnertime. I skipped lunch. I put four
repulsors on the sides just aiming it outward for stability and a fifth
repulsor aiming aft for propulsion. By the time Mom called for dinner, I
was almost ready to try it out. But not today, I still felt a little sore,
so trying out the board would have to wait till I felt better. I expected
to fall down a lot during my first tries, so better do it in top shape.
Monday morning I tried my best to avoid Lance, though he made it very
difficult. He tried his best to run into me. I really didn't want to talk
to him yet, so I took detours and flashed a bright light at him once, so
he couldn't follow me. Other than that, the day went by without anything
worthwhile mentioning. Lance seemed to have gotten the message, as he just
looked at me from a distance the next day.
Even Mandy noticed, she asked me about it. "What's up with Lance? He isn't
bothering you, and he just looks like a lost puppy looking at its master."
I giggled at the analogy, "It's nothing. We just had a little altercation.
He'll get over it."
Mandy was even more intrigued now. "What happened? Did it have something
to do with his private talk with you?"
"Mandy, I don't want to talk about it just now."
She tried to coax me into talking about it a few more times, but I didn't
budge, so she eventually gave up and we chatted about school.
That evening Snake came by pretending to need my help with his homework.
As soon as we were alone in my room, Snake asked, "OK, Maren talk to me.
What happened at the dance?"
When I bit my lower lip he added, "And no lying, Maren. You know that I
can detect that."
I sighed, "OK then, maybe it really is just me being silly. We danced a
good contest and went outside for a breather. At that point Lance got a
little overzealous and kissed me. I was grossed out, slapped him and ran
off home. That's it."
Snake didn't comment right away, just absently stroked his jaw line.
"What are you thinking Snake?"
He shook out of his reverie, "Whether I should give Batman a good pounding
for hitting on you again."
I flared, "No Snake, don't you dare do anything. I can handle it. I will
give him a piece of my mind!"
Snake was amused by my outburst. "I didn't think you would react like a
girl like that Maren. But I do think that you were not being silly. You
had never been kissed like that before, so it was natural for you to be
upset."
He paused for a moment, "I remember the first time I got kissed as a girl.
I was so scared and distraught that I almost threw up on the guy."
I giggled as Snake continued, "So, do you really want to act like a giddy
high school girl?"
Astonished I fell back on my seat. 'Snake was right, I did act like a
normal girl now. I've been making it seem like part of what happened was
my fault. In the past I always wondered why girls let themselves think
like that.'
"I'm sorry, Snake. I guess I have to face it now. I'm totally a hetero
girl. I still don't want to make out with Batman or some other boy. But
the prospect doesn't seem to freak me out as much anymore. Maybe when I
meet an interesting boy I may just start dating, making out and ..." I let
the sentence trail out unspoken.
Snake looked at me, "Yes? What else?"
"Don't play with my confused feelings, Martin. I'm already afraid enough
of what I will soon be doing with a guy."
Snake hugged me, "Maren, you are going to be OK. I had and still have the
same fears. Even as a boy, I still feel uncomfortable. It's natural to
feel like that. When it happens, you'll feel fine and laugh at the fears
you feel now."
I grimaced, "I hope you're right Snake. Thanks for being here as my
friend."
"Don't mention it, Maren." Then he hesitated. "Though I would like your
help in setting me up with this girl I know. I just can't seem to find the
nerve to ask her out."
I smiled at him, "You should know how to approach her. You were a girl
yourself, right?"
Snake sighed, "I know, but still. Will you help me?"
"Of course I will," Together we worked out some strategies on how to
approach his girl.
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Report from observer S905Y010.
Suspected target is confirmed.
Target has been witnessed to emit incoherent light from her hands aimed at
a male individual.
Another anomaly was that the ambient temperature dropped by several
degrees in the target's vicinity.
Target is suspected to be converter instead of elemental.
This will have to be verified at the MORFS center.
Observation of Target continues for further study of ability, range and
power output.
Meanwhile infiltration of MORFS center is in progress.
End report.
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End of part five, to be continued
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