Chapter Two: Blue Anthem
Lin and Andy were standing next to a tree, looking to each other. A few minutes had passed since they last said anything; they were not sure where to go from here.
“The problem is, of course…” Andy said. “If we really are metas, how do we find out what are powers are? I mean, I don’t think there’s just going to be someone that comes up and explains it to us.”
Lin looked at him strangely for a second. “Why do you want to know? I thought we were trying to stay out of this fight; ignorance is the first step in doing so. That is, if that’s what all this eye-colour bullshit really means.”
“Nono,” Andy smiled. “_You_ want to stay out of this fight. I was just agreeing with you to support you. I don’t want to be part of the good or evil fight, that’s granted. But I do want to know what I’m capable of. I mean, come on. Hypothetically, if you were telekinetic; that’s the ultimate in laziness. You never have to get up to pick up the remote or get the phone again. You just sit around and move shit with your mind. Who doesn’t want that?”
Lin looked up putting her finger to her chin, as though she were thinking. “This is true…”
“Besides. If you’re a meta, then there’s a chance I’m a meta too. I don’t know. Maybe it could be fun.”
“Dur. I mean, aside from those superheroes that are driven by guilt because of some reason or another. Not necessarily being heroes, just being granted powers. Being chaotic with said powers. I mean, we could go down that route. But I don’t know. Is there a big book that tells people what and whom is good or bad? This good/bad thing seems a little arbitrary to me, so I don’t think I want to pick a side. But totally not the point. I want to have powers, ‘cause being all magical and stuff is fun.”
“How the hell would you know? Maybe like. Our hypothetical powers will cause us untold pain or something. Have you not thought of that?”
Andy raised his eyebrow. “Hero or villain, I know of few metas whose only power is to cause untold pain to themselves. To other people, perhaps. But to ourselves? That’s stupid.”
Andy and Lin looked up at the same time, hearing a twig crack behind them.
They looked behind the tree they were standing in front of, and found a note pinned to the tree. Lin picked it up, and showed it to Andy. “It is the Destiny of this note to come to you in this timeline. It will be the Destiny of both of you to traverse all timelines. It is the Destiny of one of you to control Destiny itself; it is the Destiny of the other to control the Energy. But what you’re really going to wonder about is if individually and together these destinies would come true even if you never came across this note.”
Andy flipped over the other side. “Inform the doctor that what the blackboard says is true; however, that futures may only affect one single event or may affect everything; tell him that futures do not always determine the state of the entire timeline. Destiny does in fact exist, it occurs when a particular future of set of futures over a period of time are weighted to be more probable than others. The person who controls Destiny may forces particular futures to occur, and may force a Casual Future to be chosen on demand. Inform the doctor that the Energy that he discovered can be used for many different things; even things as far off as creating new matter or healing another person. Reccomend that the doctor create some sort of a way to channel this energy when necessary; it is reccomended that the one who controls energy have some sort of a sword to utilize this power. Finally, inform the doctor that both of you do not age (although this does not imply immortality); as it may be necessary at some point.”
Lin and Andy looked to each other.
“I don’t know,” Andy shrugged. “I’m not sure that the note was referring to us. It sounds like a page from a book or something…”
“Or maybe it has something to do with the eye colour change.”
“I think you’re just paranoid and associating two unrelated ideas,” Andy smiled. “I mean, tonight has been kind of weird…”
“And tonight has only been the correct term for…” she looked up toward the sky. “3 or so minutes. Tonight is far from over and I’m afraid it’s going to get much weirder… I don’t know. I don’t want any part of this. I just wanted to go raving, that’s all.”
Andy hugged Lin. “Chill. Ok?”
Lin nodded. “Estoy chillando. Chilling, I’m chilling. Promise.” She sighed, and looked into the forest. She saw the crowd become a bit larger.
“I don’t know why you’re so stressed about this anyway.”
“Because I know something’s going to happen. Something is going down, I just know it…”
“Yeah. I know what’s going to go down. You’re going to get all nervous and stuff, right? And then you’re gonna go insane, and go _down_ to the mental asylum.” Andy laughed. “Self-fulfilling prophecy, man.”
Lin punched him, again. “Not funny.”
A few more people started coming to the forest, Event One was about to begin.
Andy said, “Now come on. Are we here to rave, or what?”
Lin heard him but didn’t respond. She saw a light being emitted from a tree some distance away. She got up, almost mindlessly, and walked towards it.
Andy walked next to her. “Where are you going?”
“I have a feeling what ever caused this,” she pointed to her eyes, “and whoever wrote the note you are holding has something to do with that light over there. Call it intuition.”
He followed her, as she began to walk faster. “But.. how do you know any of these events are connected? How do you know that just isn’t some dude’s flashlight or something?” I mean, I thought you were afraid of all this meta stuff.”
She paused, standing in front of him; she spoke without turning around. “There are two possibilities. The note, our eyes, and that light. They all mean nothing, and all yield simple coincidence. Or, they really are related; thus, it would be my destiny to head over to that light. I have no choice in the matter. Now, I am going over to that light, because it is my destiny; I will embrace it with open arms. Perhaps it does mean nothing. But, I have been thinking. Most of my fears about this meta business has been unfounded until now. I mean, remember. I heard about the eye thing from a cousin of my aunt of my great-uncle’s ex-wife or something. How do I know it’s true. The good/evil thing? You said it yourself, we’re not actually forced to be heroes. No one has, at least... not usually. And all this time, there has been a little part of me; I really hope that I _am_ a meta, that something fantastic will happen. I hold out hope, since it will be far more interesting than just standing here and realizing that all this meant nothing.”
Andy nodded. “So you feel as I do, then? You want this?”
She sighed. “I could go back there, get in my car, and go home; feeling as though I had a strange night. I could get back up, go to my classes in college, and work at my dead-end job. Or. There’s a chance, that there’s something cool, special. Whatever. Over there. Of course I want this, I was just scared because I was unsure. Besides, it’s my destiny according to that card. If that card speaks the truth, then I have no choice. If the card lies, then I won’t have powers. There’s no middle ground.”
“Wrong,” Andy said, as he walked next to her. “You have no choice in fate. At the end, you always have a choice with destiny. Destiny is just the force that pushes you along to that point.”
“Much as though it had pushed us here,” she said, as they both walked up to the tree, looking into the light. It was sort of a bright green, being emitted from a base of what appeared to be some water-like substance. On the other end, they saw a street corner, with many people walking past it and toward it. Both of them sort of trembled with a feeling of uncertainty.
“We may go, and receive an untold destiny,” Andy said. “Or we may leave, and never know the possibility. Such is the nature of destiny.” He paused. “But I sure as hell am NOT taking either option unless you’re coming with me.”
Lin had already grabbed his hand and began to walk to the portal. “Together,” she spoke, loudly. Then, they fell into the water-like substance, to some other place. The water and light turned blue for a second, and suddenly disappeared.
Outside, the scientist stepped out to smoke a cigarette. He looked at it, twirling it in his fingers. “I should quit, you know? Quit smoking.”
Apollo walked down the stairs of his apartment, sat next to him, and lightly barked.
“I know it’s unhealthy and all. But it’s proof I guess. I could quit. But I started, as an exercize of free will. Quitting would be the same exercize, but I consider it a sort of testament to that first time.”
Apollo barked again.
“It helps me think, anyway. Cools my nerves.” The scientist looked up, to the sky. He noticed a bright blue light open up a few feet above his head.
“...the hell is that?”