A home had its soul carved out. All that remained was the husk and old furniture. A cold wind blew through the ghosts of my family. On better days they could be found streaming movies on the flat screen. There would be no more picking apart the special effects if Dr. Vortex had his way.
I pulled a photograph from the shelf. It rested in a black wooden frame. In it was a boy. My parents crouched on either side, smiling. I remembered that Summer, and being jealous of the other girls. Instead of a one piece I wore a t-shirt and swimming shorts. But there were jet skis, dive bombs, and a whole lot of other fun had by mistake. You know, the stuff that mattered. A life lived, and experiences shared. Those memories grew distant with the people in them. Despair bubbled into my fists. It wasn’t fair!
Tanya sprinted through the front door. She found me curled under the kitchen counter. “Oh my god. Are you okay?”
I stared at the tiles. My powers couldn’t fix anything.
“It’s pandemonium at the school,” she said. “They said there was some kind of explosion, and they found a gun!” Tanya searched my vacant expression. She grabbed my shoulder and shook me. “Come on, KC. Talk to me. Was it Dr. Vortex?” Continue reading “Glimmer Girl #08 – “All that Glimmers” (Part 8)”
Death spiraled toward the street. Frozen in a split second I traced the path of debris to the railway car. Things were going to get bloodier if someone didn’t act, and fast.
I cast off panic and lashed out at the oncoming destruction. Wide, unfocused blasts swatted chunks onto a new course. They veered away from the passengers and onto the front lines of the barricade. Every piece struck without forgiveness. They sent tremors through the crowd, as though they weren’t shaken enough.
It was only as the dust settled that I realized what happened. Fear saturated the surrounded area. Paramedics scrambled to check on bystanders. Gridlocked drivers abandoning their vehicles for cover. There I was, floating in the middle, trying to rein the pounding in my chest.
A chrome wall slammed into my side. I fell upward and fought for control over an empty car tumbling to the asphalt. It wasn’t alone. They flew by the dozen at breakneck speed, faster than I could dodge. I sliced through them with pinpoint lasers. Vehicle remnants fell like boulders.
“Everybody take cover!”
Continue reading “Glimmer Girl #07 – “All that Glimmers” (Part 7)”
Two hundred people were displaced during the InfiniTech incident. Their names sat cataloged on Theodore Fellow’s coffee table. He sifted through them in search of this ‘Glimmer Girl’, and matched profiles based on sex, skin tone, height, and build. So far the search bore no fruit.
The doctor collapsed onto the unmade bed. Within days of the phenomenon the adept made had her debut as a ‘hero’. The proximity of the events was more than coincidence. If the incident imbued another with extraordinary ability then it was his duty to know. More than that, he should own the power for himself.
Between liquid meals the doctor downed mugs of coffee. It did little to satiate the nagging in his belly, but kept him from becoming sluggish. With outside forces moving in there was little time for rest.
He considered the folders and the criteria of his chat. Were the subject able to alter her shape his search was in vain. Or the doctor was too discerning. Combing through the files again he searched for any sign of this Glimmer Girl, no matter how small.
Continue reading “Glimmer Girl #06 – “All that Glimmers” (Part 6)”
It was the best truck stop sandwich I’d ever eaten. The bread was stale, the lettuce wilted, and gods only knew the deal with the egg salad. But it was solid and kept me from shaking to pieces.
I sat in the corner of the Sheriff’s office and pulled the blanket they’d given me tight. Everything leading up to that point circled in my head. One moment I was at gunpoint, and the next I landed in a ditch. Between them were several hours and twenty miles into the next county. Nobody could explain why.
Tears pricked as I curled into my lap. Every part ached for the familiar; my own bed, and my family. Whatever that strange light it ripped them away and cast me into the unknown. Something greater than myself looked past where I stood. It blew the world into frightening proportion.
The Sheriff knocked on the glass and peered through the shudders. He overlooked my sobs, and cleared his throat. “Son, your parents are here.”
Continue reading “Glimmer Girl #04 – “All that Glimmers” (Part 4)”
Mirrors aren’t known to be forgiving, but with some effort they can warm to you. I laid out my brush and straightener, foundation, concealer, eyeliner, and lip gloss. They were only a handful of tools required to scrub the ‘boy’ away.
It was by luck and her Mom’s difficulty with stairs that Tanya landed the master bedroom. It came complete with walk-in closet and bathroom en-suite. The running joke was she had more space than she could use and no incentive to leave for college. But for a high school girl and her not-cisgender friend it was the ideal refuge.
An hour and a half over the vanity only saw the start of the transformation. Halfway to girl with some encouragement. It could have been his face burned into my retinas, or his dimensions spread across my shoulders. Nothing could remove the nightmare in my skin.
Tanya’s reflection smiled from the bed. “You look great.”
The empty cups on my chest said something else. Tissues, tape and silicone could only do so much in the war against testosterone. That I was so lean was the only concession afforded me by nature.
Continue reading “Glimmer Girl #02 – “All that Glimmers” (Part 2)”
It started with a bang; not an explosion but atoms accelerated toward infinity. That was the end of my so-called ‘ordinary’ life. Fate guided me into the line of fire the same day a madman sought revenge for his bruised ego.
Once upon a time there was no such thing as Glimmer Girl, or even Kaira Cade. This is my story.
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It figured that the snooze alarm quit that morning, and 7:08 before I pried my eyes open. Crap! Panic slapped me across the face and out of bed. There was less than an hour to change, eat if I got the chance – that part was optional – and be at school.
There was still time to hate my reflection, and the boy it owned. I tied my hair back, threw on some jeans and a long sleeve tee. I stuffed a mountain of unfinished homework into my backpack. The load was heavy, and school only made it worse.
Continue reading “Glimmer Girl #01 – “All That Glimmers” (Part 1)”