Psyren’s Redemption | Ch 5

Psyren's Redemption | Ch 4 Pt 2
Psyren's Redemption | Ch 6 Pt 1

AEGIS Agent Amelia Van den Broeke appears on scene to witness the wreckage caused by fight between individuals with extraordinary abilities. There she finds Everett Howard, an ordinary old man, unconscious, the only living witness to this attack. What follows will change both of their lives in ways neither could have ever foreseen and forever intertwine their fates.

Author's Note

This is a short chapter, considering that it consists of a single post. Everett does let a little bit of his racist attitudes show through in this part. Once again, I remind people his views are not my own.

Official Report
February 15, 2016
County General Hospital
New Hebron, California

Everett slid his hand across his forehead, wiping sweat away before it could streak into his eyes. He ran, his feet pounding against the treadmill with ease. He’d been at it for a solid ten minutes, and despite the obvious perspiration he felt like he could go on for hours. Even when they had increased the speed, and eventually completely maxing it out, Everett was more than able to keep up. Considering that this was just the latest of series of tests designed to gauge his physical abilities, it was a small wonder he wasn’t completely exhausted. He would have been elated at his unexpected display of athletic prowess, but his breasts, which jiggled and bounced on his chest, only served to remind him of the steep price he had paid for his new found energy, vigor and endurance.

“That’ll be enough.” The technician scratched his cauliflower ear on his right side before slipping it into the clipboard in his arms, stepped up to the treadmill pressing a button on the machine, decreasing the speed in increments before bringing it to a stop. He glanced briefly at Everett’s chest, and the pronounced outline of his nipples showing through the gown, before letting out a short, forced cough and turned his face away with crimson cheeks. Everett glanced down at his chest and grimaced realizing for the first time, what why the technician was acting so strangely.

“Alright so…” He paused again issuing another cough before continuing.

“So, let me get started by giving a little bit of background. There are five levels of physical abilities, the first three can apply to people regular humans as well as exemplar: below average, average, athletic, sub-apex, and apex. We’ve done a complete test of your physical abilities, first and most noteworthy you’re capable of lifting in excess of four-hundred pounds, and running at least twenty-five miles per hour, but considering that you ran on the maximum setting of the treadmill there’s a pretty good chance you could move faster. You’re reflexes are pretty damn quick, with a near-instantaneous response time, that I’ve only personally witnessed in one other exemplar.”

“You’re more capable than the average human, even most athletes, which puts you at what we call an sub-apex level of physical abilities. We also know that you have telekinetic abilities, but given that you seem to have developed a sort of empathic bond with Agent Van den Broeke and your unusually quick reflexes it may suggest you have much broader range of psychic abilities.”

Everett shook his head, feeling a surge of irritation radiating through the emotional bond with Van den Broeke before letting out a long sigh and turning toward the technician. “What do reflexes have to do with psychic abilities?”

The technician paused, scratching at the two days worth of stubble on his face and let out a long sigh before continuing. “Well, I can’t say for certain, as psychic abilities are are notoriously hard to gauge, but it could be indicative of what we call finite precognitive abilities. You may be able to sense events split seconds before they happen, which would be why you appear to have nearly instantaneous reflexes. It’s conjecture at this point, but, if it does end up being true, it would go a long way in explaining things.”

Everett blinked, and bit his lip. “I can see the future?”

The technician grimaced and rubbed the back of his neck. “Possibly, it’s really hard to say at this point. We may never know for sure, as I said, psychic abilities are difficult to gauge and it’s complicated even further since so many short-term precogs don’t even realize they have the ability. Given enough time, you may exhibit other precognitive abilities which would give us a more definite clue. Until then, I suggest you keep a daily journal and document anything unusual you may experience like strange hallucinations or a strong sense of deja vu.”

“Then again,” he said pausing and stroking his chin. “Anything you might notice that seems just the little bit out of the ordinary could be important. Even just the littlest things could go a long way in helping determine the true extent of your abilities.”

Everett nodded, and folded his arms across his chest in some vain hope that his breasts might shrivel up and disappear. If only he could be so lucky.

“A-and this body?” Everett said, letting out a shriek of frustration, dropped his dainty little hands and clenched both of them at his side.

“I’m afraid there’s not a lot we can about that for the foreseeable future. In most instances where a transformation accompanies an Exemplar awakening, the abilities of the individual help to maintain the new form. I encountered an individual a few years back who underwent a full gender reversal like yourself. This person attempted to transition back to female with the use of hormones and even surgery, but after her body saw the slightest progress, it reverted back to its new default. Given your increased healing factor I’d say there’s as good chance that the case would be the same for you.”

“What the hell do you expect me to do? I can’t live like this! I looks like I just crawled my way out of the goddamned ghetto!” Everett through his hands out, and shrieked.

“Uh, well. You’ll really need to discuss this with your transition specialist.” The technician said taking a step back. There was a fire in his eyes and a stiffness to his jaw that had not been there before.

Everett scowled and turned away.

“Are we done here?”

“Yeah, we’re done.” The technicians scowled and turned his back. “You can wait in here, until an Agent comes to collect you.”

Everett watch him disappear, and subsequently slam the door shut behind him with much more force than necessary. With a sigh, Everett sunk down into the nearest seat, palm his face in his hands and waited.

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