100 Words A Day by Hydrargentium

Well, at least 100 words — best served random….

Tag: Meyvn

His brain switched on, and he felt the flickers of awareness, sharper than anything, scattered with moments of near numbness. It always seemed to take some time for his brain settle in, like a neon light, flickering harshly when first powered up, then finding equilibrium in a bright, steady glow — a process that was hard to measure subjectively, but in reality lasted less than a second. It wasn’t a pleasant sensation, but it was exciting, and once on, he could feel nothing less than ecstatic.

Before he’d even turned his head to look in the direction of the explosion, he’d already processed his memories of the sound, analysing it for intensity, overtones, and resonance signatures, matching them against prior knowledge and experience, and the vast library of data his eidetic memory gave him access to. Before he’d even had time to see the tall column of indigo smoke that poured up into the sky above the forest canopy, he already knew the source. Last he’d heard, though, that source had been in the Montana SuperCell.


It only took about three steps after the path had turned, obscuring his view of civilization and parked cars behind the trees, before Meyvn felt his worries melt away. He could imagine every stress, every tiny annoyance about daily life, flowing out of him, away into the surrounding green.

The weight of concern for the people injured in his takedown of Hailstorm fell like a stone from his shoulders. The tension of having to deal with teammates who only knew how to solve a problem by punching it or electrifying it dribbled from the ends of his fingers. The frustration of his sister trying to set him up with, “a nice Jewish girl from Montreal”, twitched his eye one last time, then flew off like a butterfly into the uppermost branches.

By times, he was one of the smartest people on the planet. Right there, as he planted one foot after the other along the dirt trail, he let himself think nothing, and just “be”.

He walked like that for a good five minutes, before the sound of an explosion off in the distance drew him back into his brain.

Meyvn tapped his earlobe, activating his implant.

“Larry, I’m getting my ass kicked out here. You gotta help me out!”

The voice on the other end was low and languid.

“Whaddaya want me to do about it, Meyvn? You’re playing soccer against a bunch of 12-year-old girls.”

“Send in reinforcements. I don’t know.” Meyvn squinted in the bright sun, watching the other team scramble for their water bottles. The five minute break gave him time to catch his breath and find his seventh wind, but it also gave the girls a chance to recharge.

Larry scoffed. “Reinforcements? Use your powers.”

“I can’t. I promised them I wouldn’t.”

“Your problem, not mine. Again I ask, whaddaya want me to do about it?”

The drill stopped three inches from his face. Little flecks of metal fell off the point to tickle his nose. Belatedly, Aubrey realized he probably should have closed his eyes while the bit pushed through.

After the drill reversed itself out, he heard Ranger’s gruff voice, thinned out and metallic from its trip down the hole.

“Y’alright? Can you talk?”

Aubrey tried to respond, but found that his mouth was so dry, his throat so parched, that the only sound he could make was faint and airy, like a slow leak from a tire.


He tried to cough, make some kind of audible, human sound, but still came up with nothing. He gave up, and tried his teeth and tongue instead.

The whistling noise was airy, too, but more than loud enough.

From the hole, he heard more voices:

“Oh, that’s him!”

“Someone hand me that spray can.”

“I guess that means I don’t get his comic books.”