B OxxxK A P P E L
POWER CONDUIT
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LOCATION: 374 Wilkerson St.
xxxBo managed a small smile.
xxx
xxxIt wasn’t that they were disappointed. Brad must have had his own reasons about why he
xxxwasn’t going to use his ability again.
xxx
xxxNo, it was because Bo, for the first time in their life, felt small.
xxx
xxxNo. Bo knew how petite they were. It wasn’t that. It was how Bo felt inside. For the longest xxxtime, Bo had been content and accepting of the way they were, and how they would make
xxxa difference, one small, petite step at a time. But that was when they thought they were,
xxxwell, normal.
xxx
xxxKnowing that they had this ability changed the way they had previously viewed things.
xxx
xxxFor the first time, Bo wasn’t a completely helpless, warm-voiced, smiling face anymore.
xxxBo wasn’t just the average citizen bystander who watched the heroes do their work.
xxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xNo.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Bo had powers now, powers to make a big difference for anyone and everyone.
xxx
And here they were, standing before a dire situation, yet again just a regular human being. When Brad showed that he had no interest in trying again and backed away, Bo, almost in the same motion, gently faded away from the bigger man. They looked down at their outstretched hands, watching them close gently. Little hands that could barely do anything.
"Brad?"
Bo turned their head to see a young woman dressed in a jumper and jeans, hobble towards them. When Brad called out her name, Alex, and ran past them, Bo was surprised. He had sounded so much more... relaxed. Well, as relaxed as one could be in a situation they were in now. It wasn't a tone Bo was used to hearing from their acquaintance. He sounded like he cared.
Alex, who had been injured, from a stab to the thigh from the looks of it. Bo walked up towards them, planning to offer some help, perhaps making a tourniquet, if if could help. Bo never really had much experience with first aid.
Just as Bo was thinking about opening their mouth to ask if they needed any assistance, Brad grabbed hold on their hand.
As their eyes beamed brighter than the north star, Bo gasped like they had just broke the surface of the water. The familiar surge of energy filled the void between them, a connection reestablished. Still, unmoving, but aware of Brad's need for more control, Bo relinquished their own, letting Brad reign everything into focus. Like focusing the flow of the hose into a water jet cleaner, high precision, stronger, and a longer range. For that moment itself, Bo's body did not feel like their own. They could feel Brad working, channeling their powers together to ease Alex's pain, and then the pain of everyone else around them. When Brad finally released them, almost simultaneously, a sharp pain pounced upon them, assaulting their head and hand with an immense pain. Bo hissed through clenched teeth, eyes squeezed shut, fists shaking as they attempted to power through the agonizing ordeal. There was a faint ringing in their ears and when Bo opened their eyes, the images before them doubled and hazy.
"- happened? Who are you?"
"I'm Bo Kappel, I work here." Bo replied to the part of the question they heard when they recovered, shaking out the pain from the hand that Brad grabbed. Looking at the rather intimidating Alex, with a sheepish, tired, bare-teethed grin, Bo continued, "I mean no harm."
“Finish it off for me?”
While Alex drank from the flask, Bo gave Brad a sort of half-smile that didn't really reach their eyes, but nonetheless gave him a thumbs-up. Sure, Bo was more than overjoyed that Brad had eased a lot of people's suffering, but the repercussions he had to go through, and the lingering thought that if Alex hadn't arrived, then Brad wouldn't have done what he did, added more discord to Bo's mind.
Perhaps it was for this reason, or the fact that Bo was tired from their ordeal throughout the night, or maybe a combination of those two, but Bo barely had time to register the ceiling above collapsed and watched as Alex dove to the ground, assuming a defensive shell as the debris rained in from above.
Then it faded to black.