Fiction.

“Wait. You do what?”

“I sparkle, ok?” A slight hint of pink crept into Amelia’s cheeks as
she turned away from James.

“Like you just start spouting glitter or something? That is so lame.”
James laughed and turned to Kaiser and I for confirmation. Seeing
Amelia’s growing frustration, we just shrugged.

“It’s not any more lame then making cops want donuts,” she snapped.
“What good is that going to do?”

“A fucking lot of good considering those fat-ass cops flattened that
pyscho so we could get away.” Pleased with himself, James stretched
out his arms and clasped his hands behind his head. He looked
incredibly relaxed considering what we just been through. More
specifically what they had all witnessed me go through.

I really don’t know how I did it. I had to do something though, since
everyone I was with seemed to be ready for nap while I had a rusty
blade digging into my neck. The next thing I knew, I felt the blade
crumble, giving in from the pressure of the bum’s grip. In one move
Kaiser knocked the guy out, I was off the ground, and the four of us
were running like crazy away from Monroe Park.

We ended up at Amelia’s house, sprawled out around her living room
trying to grasp what was going on. James was taking up the couch
while Kaiser and I were huddled around the coffee table. Amelia paced
back and forth, biting her nails.

“All I’m saying, ” said James, “is that it seems like all of us can do
something useful. We all started off just be able to do weird things,
but now we’re getting control over it. Kaiser knows about people’s
pasts. Lauren can change shit around. I mean, did you see that blade
crumble like that? And I’m sure I could make somebody want something other than donuts if I gave a shit. What the hell are you gonna do next time we meet up with some nutcase? Shimmer at him?” Amelia whipped around, her face now beet red. “Listen, asshole, just because you th-” She was interrupted by a pounding on the front door.

We all scrambled to our feet, our eyes wide and darting from person to
person. My heart jumped into my throat. Suddenly the door burst open
to reveal a familiar figure in an even more familiar trench coat.

“All right, Lite Brite, ” hissed James. “Get ready to glow.”