Chapter 2 - Powers?

Rick stared at me and said, "Oka? Y-you just-? How?" I blinked once then twice as I leave my trance, before realizing what I just did. I back away and up against the wall, fear fills my heart.

I look away and answer, "I was born with the touch of death, my parents and I don't know why but we hope that it will fade away eventually." I look back at my friends, waiting for a horrendous response filled with hatred and fear.

Rick smiles, "Cool! I guess that explains why you always wear those gloves then." he says. Nikita smiles and holds Linda's hand.

"It's not really all that cool I mean I could accidentally kill anyone of you and-" I start to say before Rick interrupts me.

"You never wear your gloves around Mark and you two hold hands all the time behind our backs. Don't think that just because the rest of us are gay that we don't notice two of our close straight friends holding hands and passing notes to each other in class." Rick says with a big grin. I immediately begin to blush, while it's true that I never wear my gloves when holding hands with Mark, the reason he doesn't die to my touch is because of what he is.

Linda nods and says, "Yeah and he doesn't die from your touch so why should we believe that we'll die if you touch us?"

I sigh and head to my room, dragging one of my eviler cats back downstairs to my friends. I remove my gloves and touch the cat, the cat instantly dies, turning to dust. "Because if I can kill a cat then I can kill you and the reason Mark doesn't die when he touches me is because he wears special gloves just so he can hold my hand without anyone noticing his own gloves." I say, the part about Mark's gloves is a total lie, he never has to wear gloves to hide his powers because he can control them unlike me, plus my death touch isn't something anyone can control.

Nikita shakes her head and says, "Bullshit, there's no way he's wearing gloves all the time without us noticing."

"He is. Ask him yourself." I say, hoping that Mark will understand why I had to lie to our friends. Linda yawns and lays down on top of her sleeping bag. Nikita and Rick also yawn and lay down on their sleeping bags. I put my gloves back on.