Heroine

A young woman with supernatural powers must decide whether should wants to risk using her powers for good or blend in with society.

She was losing it. Her control.

    Isabelle stepped out of her car and slammed the door behind her. Way out here, in this dry and desolate place, she could be alone, she could think. And this was going to be one of the biggest decisions of her life.

    It was hot, really hot. The sun was at its highest point in the sky, beaming down on Isabelle's dark skin. That wasn't a problem however, she moved her hands in great swaying arcs and the wind picked up around her, it was cool, her own personal air conditioning. She wore a tight fitting T-shirt with a simple yet stylish black leather vest over it and light blue skinny jeans. You know, the kind all the popular girls wear with the knees worn and shredded to ruin.

    Grass hardly grew here, it was mostly just dust and rocks. Her cute little blue car was her attempting at being normal. Most of the other girls  that were fresh out of college moved far away from this place. The city wasn't very big, but it was home. There were good people here. A few at least. 

    Her powers were growing stronger every day. She had to come way out here to this isolated place more often to train and stay on top of her abilities. She was superhuman. The first of her kind as far as she knew. There weren't any stories about people like her, so she didn't tell anyone, not even her family or Kyle her best guy-friend.

    She went through her warm-up routines. She lifted her arms up and her brown eyes went a cloudy gray color as wind swept around her in an upward direction. She twisted her body, doing a complete circle as she brought her arms back down to her slender chest and threw them upward gracefully. A swirling vortex of wind formed around her, making her hair dance as the small tornado began to intensify around her. She tilted her head up as she slowly spun to look at the gorgeous sky through the eye of the tornado she had created, she smiled, there was true joy in her cloudy eyes.

    She regained focus and settled her feet, throwing both of her arms out forcefully to each side. The tornado unraveled around her but she still held control of the wind she had used for it. She twisted gracefully in a tight circle and punched out in front of her. A concussive blast of wind shot from her fist at great speed and turned a thorny bush into splintered chips of wood and shredded leaves. Continuing with her momentum, she twisted again while sticking her other arm straight out letting it drag through the wind. She opened her hand half way through the spin and spread her fingers as wide as she could, unleashing a mighty swirl of wind that sent sand and dust flying around her. Lastly, she swept her arms down and then up behind her, tightening her back and making a V with her arms pointed up and behind her as far as she could stretch them. She swung them both forward as hard as she could and made her hands clap in front of her. The sound was thunderous. The air rippled in front of her as a massive wave of force shot outward towards her target. Fifty feet away the wave collided with a massive boulder and shattered it to pieces. The wave kept going, unhindered for another thirty feet until it finally began to lose its momentum and die out. Isabelle settled down afterwards, her eyes turning back to their natural brown again. She had never felt more alive then when she was out here.

     She was breathing heavily, but not from being tired, it was the adrenaline, the rush she got when she began manipulating the winds around her. Being out here cleared her mind. And she needed to think things through today.

    She squatted down, not wanting to get her pants any dirtier than they already were. She wanted to help people. She could. She knew she could. But the risks. What if she got caught? How would she continue to hide who she was from the people she loved? It was too risky. She would make enemies. In this city the people who didn't make all their money from an honest living didn't like having their toes stepped on. She sighed. She twirled a finger with her hand down at her side, the wind began picking up around her legs. She tucked in her pointer finger into her thumb as if she was going to flick it at something. Aimed it at her petite blue car, released. A small blast flew across the distance. She waited. One second. Two seconds. PING! The car shook slightly as the blow made contact. No damage done of course. She paid for the damn car herself after all. Still, it was fun and passed the time. And as a minor side effect it worked on her aim. But she didn't even stop to consider that.

    She would need a disguise then. So that people couldn't tell who she was. That would help. Did that mean that she would have to come up with some cheesy name for people to call her? Is that how it worked? Or did they pick the name for you? She had no idea. She began walking, it helped her think.

    Vigilantism was a dangerous thing. Even the police would be hunting her. She would need a good day time job to throw them off her scent from her more illegal hobbies. Ugh. This will be stressful.

    "Stressful but rewarding..." She muttered to herself as she began to drag her feet and kick at small rocks in her aimless path. She stopped and looked over to the city she loved.

    She balled her hands into fists and clenched them. "Stop being a scared little girl Is," Isabelle said to herself. Self motivation. It was working. "If anyone can do this, it's you." She looked down at her clenched hands. Her breath was even. Calm. The wind blowing lightly through her hair. "You could be a hero."

    She reached into the collar of her shirt and pulled out a pair of cheap motorcycle goggles she left hanging around her neck. She looked at them in her hands. She would definitely need an upgrade. She put them on so that they rested comfortably on her forehead as she made sure the straps in the back were tight so that they stayed there.

   This would be her chance to prove herself. To show the world what she could do and that what she did was for the benefit of others. She wouldn't be some vigilante. That wasn't what she wanted to be. She would seek out the bad and the dangerous. The corrupt and the unjust. She would fight to make things right no matter the consequences. She would be something more...

    Isabelle took three steps backwards. She quickened her breathing into short sharp bursts to get her heart pumping faster. Looking towards the city she was determined to protect, she reached up and pulled her goggles down over her eyes and began running. Sprinting! The wind breaking before her as she gathered its limitless energy and her eyes grew cloudy gray once more. She would be a heroine.

    Isabelle took two great bounding strides and kicked off into the air. Up she went. Higher. Higher. She soared in the golden sunlight towards the city and the people that she loved.

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