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Writer's pictureEmily Dixon

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Alan was pissed off. Everyone else he'd given powers to was off saving people, fighting fires - all the good things heroes were supposed to do. But Jason... Jason was a fucking liability. Instead of diverting hurricanes and storms, or helping sailing vessels in need, he was conjuring up mini tornadoes to collect junk food from stores or sending small gusts of wind to blow girls skirts into the air.

 

Shaking his head, Alan sat down and studied Jason.

 

Jason studied him back. "Well...?"

 

Alan shot him a raised eyebrow. "Well, what?"

 

"You gonna give me a telling off or something?" Jason put his legs down and leant forward, elbows on the table. "Give me the 'abusing my powers' talk?"

 

Alan leant back. "Nope." He folded his arms across his chest. "What's the point?"

 

"Then, what?" Jason looked up as the tea lady trundled in with her trolley.

 

"Coffee dear?" She indicated the trolley, laden with cups and biscuits. Jason nodded and looked back to Alan. "So, what's the plan?" He made a mini tornado and popped it into his cup to cool and stir the coffee, then proceeded to gulp it before slamming the empty mug onto the table.

 

"The plan has already taken place." Alan rose and walked around the table, never taking his eyes off of Jason.

 

"Wha...?" Jason squinted; Alan seemed to be getting bigger. He tried to get off the chair but his legs didn't reach the floor. He looked up at Alan, wide eyed. "What did you do?" His voice sounded weird, squeaky-like.

 

"Oh, it wasn't me." Alan laughed, towering over Jason. "Maggie here, well, she has powers too and she was as sick of your shit as I was." He leant over the chair Jason was now trapped on.

 

"She can shrink things until they disappear."

 

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