Latent Power

A regular day, you were on your way to the shops in North Long Beach, California. You felt safe under the protection of the West Coast Avengers, but the area was still enough to keep you in your car. The traffic across town was intense, but at least your car was running well. Violent crime was down under the watch of Hawkeye and Tigra, but petty theft was still a regular occurence.

As you were driving towards Inglewood, you saw a vendor on the corner selling typical LA street dogs. You managed to find rare LA parking and approached the vendor seeking some lunch. You traded the vendor a few dollars for your hot dog and stood by your car as you ate. You watched the people around you, as you usually do. Your mother always berated you for the way you would look at others. It was difficult to explain, but some part of you couldn't accept that these people were your equals. You have always looked to the sky at the gods flying in their metal and spandex suits and wondered, why couldn't I be like that? Yet despite your superiority complex, you still managed to have enough of a soul to despise injustice, and injustice was rampant.

A man barrels into a woman in front of you. The woman collapses and the man snatches her purse while she's down. He runs past you into the alley behind your car, and for some certain reason, you followed. You chased the man, exclaiming towards him, and eventually he turned. The man stared back at you, slowly pacing towards you with knife in hand. You couldn't stand to let such a thing as robbery happen to that lady, but such a thing as **** might happen to you right now. You turn to run away from the man back to your car, but you're met with a wall of fog.

Dark green fog settles around you, a thick mist of unkownn scent. It's strange, but the sight of your would be robber is stranger. The robber has fallen to his knees, he's scrambling for help. His body twists and contorts as his fingers crack into a single entity. His frame shrinks and his bones grow hollow. He mutates into a terrifying man-bird before succombing to the pain and going limp. You run back to the car and find a wealth of people mutating to ****. There's also a select few that seem to be manipulating elements in the air, powers. You stare at the friendly hot dog vendor who's also unaffected by the mist, but not before he spews fire from his hands. A conflicted feeling of jealousy fills you. You're happy that you're not dead, but you feel left out of the growing population of supes. You stew in your own anger before a large individual pushes you to the ground.

A man who seems half tree and half man has grown impossibly tall. He's laughing, smiling, and ripping at your clothing. You're unsure of what he wants, but you're certainly pissed that this might be the end of you. All those years of life for nothing. Fear becomes rage and your body becomes something more, your body...