Scribe

I didn't want to be seen as a cheap knock off of one of the greats. I wanted a power set that was uniquely me. I looked down at the notebook, the gears in my head turning.

This notebook was possibly one of the most powerful things in the world, if it did everything it said it did. The best power I could have would allow me to use the notebook more effectively. If I was separated from the notebook, then I could get into trouble. With that in mind, I wrote down my next power.

Taylor Hebert has long-range telekinesis.

There. That way, even if I left the notebook at home, I could right new rules anytime I wanted. Of course, there were other utilities. Now to test it. I glanced over at the cute barista, and if I was already experimenting on her, I might as well continue. When she had her back turned, I reached out with my mind and tugged on the knot of her apron, loosening it. After a moment, it came undone and her apron fell to her waist. If I hadn't erased the rule that required her to be topless, that could have been horribly embarrassing for her.

So far so good. Of course, being able to write rules from a distance didn't help me if I couldn't see what I was writing, so I scribbled out a third power.

Taylor Hebert has long-range clairvoyance.

As soon as I dotted the period, my whole world shook. I could see everything, and I mean everything. I could see Brockton Bay from orbit, I could see people walking their dogs, I could see complete strangers in the shower ...

Um, yeah, I probably shouldn't stare. But I couldn't really close my eyes, either.

It was my first power that saved me. Taylor Hebert will succeed at any task she wants to accomplish, and I wanted to control my powers enough to block out all the noise. After a moment, the onslaught of information diminished to a dull static in the background and I could control what I was looking at instead of letting my infinite perception control me.

It was an unexpected combination between my first and third powers that let me find and spy on anyone I could think of. I found my dad at work, which made me smile. I reached out with my telekinesis and tapped him on the shoulder, which made him turn around, confused. I jumped around the city mentally and located Brockton Bay's major heroes: Armsmaster, Dauntless, Miss Militia, Battery, ****. The last two were out of costume, actually, hand in hand while walking through the market on Lord Street. Whoops. Well, as long as I didn't expose anyone's secret identity to the bad guys, there was no harm done.

I felt a surge of giddiness as I thought about the utility of my power. The two hardest parts about being a hero was knowing where you were needed and getting there in time, and I could do both without trying. There wasn't even any danger of me personally getting hurt. I could stop a bank robbery downtown from my bathtub!

I wouldn't even need a costume because I would never need to show up to a fight in person. I would be like a ghost, messing around with criminals while unable to be harmed. I frowned at that. Ghost? I didn't really like that name, but if I wasn't careful, people might start calling me that unless I came up with one on my own. The only way I had to communicate with my powers was through writing, so that made my choice easier. It was even fitting, considering the notebook.

As a hero, I'd call myself Scribe.