Without A Trace (Open Novella Contest) [Completed]

Chapter 1: This was a bad bad bad idea!

So why did I get caught? Well--I ran the wrong way. I ran straight into a dead end and I may have hit my head as I basically ran into a solid wall. Not ideal but we all make mistakes right?

And I didn't stop beating that guy up until he could hardly breathe.

Using my powers was easy. All you have to do is place yourself in the exact state of mind you were in, in the moment you want to return to and tell yourself a few times that you're there and it just works?

Yeah, when I discovered it the first time, I was surprised to say the least. I don't use it carelessly anymore. Consequences. However, when I'm getting arrested I like to erase that out of existence?

So now I just have to get really really angry. Not hard. Today has been quite infuriating. Average days are always infuriating? Wasted time. I swear, it's almost like nobody realises how short our lives really are? They pretend like they're infinite creatures who are going to last forever--"Hey, hey, hey, stop!" Looks like we're here. He wasn't so bad? Not yet? I could hear the distant wailing of a police car and nodded.

"Don't pick fights you aren't prepared for--" before I could finish what I was saying, he slid his leg under mine--ow! He tripped me? Okay, now I'm glad I didn't pull back my punches the first time.

I just got him off of me and ran. I wasn't getting caught today. Not a second time.

"Hey, hey, slow down." No. Not again.

The enormity of the whole situation had just dawned on me. This could be the end. Of something that has hardly begun?

I was asked to get down on my knees with my hands placed at the back of my head. I wasn't scared. Just disappointed? How could something so beautiful end so soon? I have to live! Longer than this!

"What's your name?" I heard someone ask as I was thrown into the back of a police car.

"Cyan." --ide.

"Parents these days." I heard him mutter under his breath.

"It was my mom's favorite color." You can do better than that.

"Yeah? And what do you think she's going to think about this little stunt you just tried to pull?"

"Oh I think she'd be proud. But dead people don't think, so all I have to go by is what everyone tells me of her." Dead mother? You have to get better at this! Mom's going to be so mad at me for this one.

"Your dead mother doesn't seem like a great influence." Yeah, I can understand that. I make her sound quite awful. If we're going that route, I'm pretty sure I can come up with something?

"She was some big-shot villain--at least that's what I'm told--you know how everyone can be when it comes to dead parents, they want you to feel proud of them--remember them--"

"What was her name?" Bad idea. Bad idea. Okay. Okay. We can talk our way through this one. Name one older villain. Any one. You should know this?

"Lemon Sherbet." Ah, I idolised her. She was a master at her craft. A true inspiration for anyone who wanted to be a Supervillain. She was brave and witty and failed in style.

That's what all villains did. That's what glory meant. If you won, it meant you were showing off. And nobody liked a show off.

"Hey, I knew her." Great.

"Uh--you did?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. She was a real badass." Her power was pretty crazy. She could  temporarily paralyze anyone for about three minutes.