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A few days after the Metrolink incident, my phone was ringing off the hook.
Group 1 – “We’re starting a school for the magically gifted and we’d like you to
teach.” Apparently, getting onto the 6 O’clock news would mean huge business for an
after-school tutoring center that also featured magic enlightenment. I don’t con people,
even if they want to pay me well to be conned. That’s all these school were doing.
Group 2 – “You are Jesus! You must heal me!” For the first day, I told them to
make an appointment. That when I found out that filling your waiting room with pet
parents and desperate nuts who think you’re the answer to all their problems is a bad
idea. I should have given my secretary hazard pay. Now, I leave it up to her.
Group 3 – “We are the future! You must join our cause! Together we can…”
Group 4 – “Magic is of the devil! You must renounce your ways and turn to the
Group 5 – The Maharin Group. Ok, it wasn’t really a group of calls, but rather an
incessant stream of inquiry from the Maharin group. I don’t know if they had an
internship program, but every hour, seemingly on the hour, a different teenaged voice
would call and tell of a great offer. Obviously, there wouldn’t be any specifics, except of
course that it would be very financially beneficial. Part of me wanted to group these guys
with the tutoring centers, but something about them stood out. Maybe I’m clairvoyant
too.
Group 6 – This was the group of people who’d call for an appointment, come in
for a check, but have a little something different in mind. For example, I’d go in to check
someone’s ankle. I’d ask how they hurt it, but they’d say something like, “Hey, I saw on
the news that you helped out some people at that train accident. What was that like?”
Now they think I didn’t see them hit the record button on their favorite electronic
device, but none of them were James Bond. And I didn’t really feel like answering
“Oh, I tweaked it playing basketball, but tell me, how has magic affected your
I’d have kicked them out, but they’d always pay. None of them really got their
interview, but at least I got paid. I wished they could at least just be honest. If they were,
they’d get a swift ‘no comment’ but at least they’d still have my respect. In any case, I
Finally, after a week of telephone hell, I finally heard a familiar voice. “Hello,
“Well, after, you know, right? It’s… yeah. But I’d like to see you guys
sometime.”
“Ok, I know you’re probably getting a billion requests, but if you guys can show
Rachel’s voice softened. I knew she felt embarrassed to ask. “Yeah, if you could.
I know it’s probably not what you want, but if you’re going to show someone, why not
Her voice perked up in an instant. “Just come by sometime and I’ll show you
everything in my lab. My research is fascinating. I’m sure you’ll be thinking about it for
days.”
I doubted that severely. But. “Alright, let me check with Ryan and Kev and we’ll
be in touch.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ll talk to you soon. And hey, it was nice to
Normally, this is where a phone conversation ends, but she spoke up. “Remember
“Yeah, they were.” She paused a moment, and then snapped back to reality.
I decided that the following Monday would be a good day to visit. This was after
dealing with three whack jobs on Friday. I told Ryan at the end of the day, while he was
working his new job. Seems the window washers at my building had a problem. Seems
also that it’s pretty easy to get a job washing windows when you can walk on walls. So,
there he was, feet blazing with flames, sliding back and forth on the glass walls with a
squeegee. I’m sure the old window washers were pissed that he got the job, but with
Ryan walking on walls and juggling fireballs, they didn’t say a word.
I got his attention while he stood outside my window on the 15th floor by
knocking on the glass. I probably should have thought it was weird, but after what had
happened, talking through the glass from inside your office to a friend standing on the
“Hey, Steve, check this out. I can get paid while doing surveillance on the city.”
“No problem.”
from college?”
Ryan stopped in his tracks and sounded cold despite his burning feet. He said just
“Yeah. Why?”
“She wants us to swing by Monday.”
Ouch. But I knew how to get to him. “She wants to see your powers?” Instantly,
Ryan perked up, but he tried to hide it. Fortunately, he sucked at poker.
“Hell, run on the walls or whatever else you’d like. I’m sure she’d be way
impressed.”
“Really?” Now he couldn’t keep his excitement bottled up. “Let me check my
Thing is, his schedule was wide open. Kevin was just as eager to show off, so
that Monday, the three of us walked through south campus, just like back in the good
days. Now, the southern part of UCLA’s campus is built around a large quad, with all the
science buildings forming the walls. This formed a function first sort of architecture,
especially with the older buildings. Up in north campus, where the law, business, and
English student hung out, there was a sculpture garden, and it just looked a lot prettier.
Rachel, being a rookie science prof, got a small lab in an old building in the
ugliest corner of south campus. But you can’t beat the memories inside an old building.
Kevin reminisced. “Remember Chem 11B in CS50? Didn’t you sleep in there every
day?”
I laughed because he was right. “Yeah, that’s the last time I signed up for a 9am
science lecture. Bad idea. There’s always more important things to do at night.”
“Like work on getting Nintendo thumb?”
“Hey, I blame my parents. They never let me play growing up, so the second I
“A little freedom makes you go all apeshit and play till you get blisters on your
fingers, saving sleep for class, and doing anything in school but study?”
growing pot in your closet with a blacklight. Maybe learning how to control everything
Kevin nodded in agreement and there was a moment of silence. It was then that I
noticed that Ryan hadn’t said a word for some time. He just plodded in silence behind us,
looking like his mind was anywhere but in this corridor in Young hall. This wasn’t like
him at all, but I guess I couldn’t blame him. I just hoped he’d get better once they
“Come in,” was the reply from the familiar female voice.
Ryan looked like he thought about bolting for a moment. But then he grabbed the
doorknob and swung the door open. And just like that, they were fact to face again, oh
ten years after that day. Things had changed, but he was still talented and as good-
looking as ever.
And she was still the tall, stunning, half-Japanese girl who was kryptonite to the
will of most men. Her smile was just friendly enough for guys to say hi, just exotic
enough for guys to have no clue what to say next. The only difference now was what he
They stood in place for a moment, neither really knowing what to say or do. I
suppose when you see the guy you dated for three years before dropping the, “I’d like to
see other people” bomb and dating a young professor, that’d be awkward. Or if you saw
the girl who broke your heart, drove you into a depression, and made you fail a quarter’s
worth of classes, that couldn’t be too comfortable either. Oh yeah, add in the fact that
now each person either wanted to show off their powers or witness them? Yeah, welcome
Kevin was the good guy and broke the silence. He pushed past Ryan and gave
Rachel a hug. “Hey, Hoffman! It’s good to see you again. Wow, professor, all bigtime
Rachel laughed. “Thank you, yeah, the lab’s nice, but no marriage or well,
“You’re going girls now? Wow…” This was said by Ryan. Rachel turned to him
It was then that we noticed another person in the room. He looked like us 10
Rachel walked back to a table and sat opposite him. “Sorry, Jason, now let’s try
dove?”
Rachel shook her head and turned the card – a cloud. “Sorry, Jason, looks like the
Jason hung his head and stood. He took a step towards the door.
some bomb testing facility. By the scratch marks on the stone, I was guessing the latter.
Rachel nodded.
A split second later, something shot from Kevin’s hand and slammed the kid
against the concrete. Though he was only 6 inches from the ground, he was freaking out.
Then again, if a giant imprint of a hand had flown from some stranger, pinning me to the
It probably didn’t help also that everyone else seemed more interested in Kevin.
“I can retract it too, check this out.” Kevin held out his hand. He made a pulling
I probably didn’t help when I said, “Bet you can’t cut him down from there.”
“Oh yeah, I mean cut him down without barbequing his butt.”
I don’t think Ryan heard me. He focused on a fireball rising from his hand.
Everyone else in the room did the same, none focusing harder than Jason. Then the
fireball changed shape, resembling a hand. Suddenly, it shot out, burning through the
trapping, slicing the kid off the wall like a cookie cutter.
Rachel cheered. This made Ryan smile. I don’t remember much else since I was
laughing my ass off. I think Jason bolted out the door because he was nowhere to be
seen.
Once order was restored, Rachel turned to me. “Your turn, Steve. I saw the news
report but…”
“Hey, check this out.” Ryan cut her off and rocketed toward a wall, feet ablaze.
He slide up onto the wall and stopped, almost posing for his superhero photo op.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Ryan then held his hands out to his side. Fireballs
rose from his hands and levitated in place. “I call this the twin-dragons firestrike.”
Before anyone could comment, the fireballs coalesced and formed two serpentine
dragons. Their fiery forms shot towards the concrete wall, baring their teeth as if to bite
immediately before striking the wall, coating it in a curtain of flames. They burned for a
moment, and when they subsided, the wall seemed a bit molten, maybe a little like lava.
Though impressed, Rachel seemed a little annoyed. “That’s really something, but
“Wait, uh…”
“Are you serious? This is real research here!” Rachel paced a bit and muttered,
Rachel stopped in place, confusion starting to creep into her eyes. She turned to
Ryan, who looked away and slid back to the ground. She turned to Kevin, who nodded.
“You’d better sit down.” I hated explaining this. It never made sense to anyone
who didn’t see it, and if they saw it, it meant another annoying night. “Alright, you want
to see something? Check this out.” I grabbed a desk with one hand, and tossed it into the
air, bouncing it in my hand like a drumstick. Ryan looked like he was going to try to talk
me out of it, but after a few tosses, he sat down. “Now, it looks like I’ve got super
strength.”
“I’m not sure, but my strength is staying the same. What I’m doing in adjusting
the mass of the desk. That makes gravity affect it less, making it lighter, and making it
seem like I’ve got super strength. I can also affect its density.” With that, I set the desk
“Can you also affect your density? Like, can you walk through walls?”
“Yes, but take a look.” I pulled my hand out of the desk. Black streaks ran down
from my palm to the fingers. I put my hand through a few more times. Even though the
desk stayed the same, more and more black streaks appeared on my hand.
Normally, the sight of this scares people. I don’t blame them – it scared me too. I
thought I had some weird disease or something, definitely something contagious. At the
Metrolink crash, I think there was so much blood everywhere that no one really noticed.
The one person who did thought I got into a gearbox or something. But Rachel seemed
more amazed than anything. She ran up to my hand and felt it, taking a close look at the
“That’s interesting. Use of magic creates black streaks on your hand. This is the
“Magic doesn’t put the streaks there.” I stepped away from the confused Dr.
Hoffman, pulling my hand away. I rolled up my sleeve and backed up against the
concrete wall. Holding out my hand, I nodded to Ryan. “You know what to do.”
Ryan wiped the jealous look off his face and focused. Then with a flick of his
wrist, he shot out a fireball that engulfed my arm in flames. Instantly, my forearm
“Oh my god!” Rachel shot out of her seat. “Dammit, I need to call 911.”
“No, you don’t.”
I moved my hand, flexing and wiggling my fingers. “No, take a closer look.”
It took a few tries. She kept trying to turn away, not wanting to look, but
eventually she realized that I wasn’t hurt, or burned or anything. Actually, it took Ryan’s
help. He grabbed my hand and waved it in her face. “Take a look, if he was burned, he’d
“Not helping.”
“No, look, that black junk isn’t a result of magic use or an injury. That’s his
skin.”
Dr. Hoffman fought through her revulsion and took a look. Sure enough, that was
just my skin. Not that a weird mosaic of black, purple, and magenta was any better, but
at least it wasn’t dripping blood. I probably should have gotten mad at Ryan for calling
“Yeah, Rachel.” I said. “My skins just that black junk you see. This normal
She turned to a patch of normal looking skin. “No way. That’s way too good to
“This is what my brother made in his lab at MIT. It’s an artificial living skin that
connects with the lower layers of your natural skin. Or something like that, I never
skin and have it draw nutrients from your dermis. Plus what about bare areas? Skin is a
complete covering, and the few orifices are specifically adapted. Any holes are quickly
sealed and healed. In order to do what you’re saying, you would some way to create a
complete cover of skin, or whatever you’d call it. I don’t know because it doesn’t exist.
“But what if you had epidermal stem cells? What if you could implant cells one
at a time? What if you could fire them through the epidermis, making only microscopic
holes, and allowing them to form naturally, like they do in the womb?”
“Well, IF we had the technology to make epidermal stem cells off a person’s DNA
so his body would reject it, and IF we had some high-energy projection device that
wouldn’t fry those cells as they enter, then MAYBE after a forever long time, you
“What?”
“For a new set of skin. I have to lie in a machine for eight hours, it blasts me with
a EM wave projecting the stem cells, an occasional spray to nourish, and everything is
good as new.”
“Why reactor?”
I should probably have thought of this more. But I said, “My brother’s always
been able to get huge government research grants. Remember that lab I worked in over
the summer?”
“Yeah, you guys totally geeked out there. But this is still hard to believe. You’re
telling me that your skin is now that blackened whatever, what looks like your skin
comes from some giant machine, and … wait, how come your skin wasn’t burned by that
fireball?”
Ryan picked up a pen. “Check this out.” A burst of fire erupted in his hand,
sending the pen flying right through my hand. It stuck in the ground. “Now look at his
hand. Not a scratch. That’s because it automatically phases out if something’s going to
hurt it.”
I sighed. “You make my hand sound like some kind of robot. But yeah. Even if
it didn’t phase out, this black stuff is pretty strong. I mean, I never sunburn, I don’t get
blisters, hot water doesn’t scald. Unfortunately, the artificial stuff isn’t nearly so good.
Every time I use magic, it has a chance of degenerating. Especially when I phase or alter
something’s mass or density. The fake skin really doesn’t like that. Truth is, the fake
stuff looks great, but it’s junk. The black stuff is really something.”
“Terrible, yeah. And that’s why I take a hop into the reactor. Just like I’ll be
doing tonight.”
Suddenly, Rachel looked to the floor and hung her head. “You’re going to have to
do that tonight because you showed me your abilities. I’m sorry for making you go
through that.”
“It’s fine. You didn’t know, and hey, we’re friends.” Changing the subject, I
asked, “What have you found out so far? I mean, we can’t be the first people you’ve had
in here.”
This perked up Dr. Hoffman. “Well, the biggest thing is that these abilities aren’t
singular. I mean, it’s not like superheroes having super strength or speed or whatever.
You need to look at it like a spell you’re casting, and all you need to be able to do is cast
the spell.”
“I don’t get it. So, anyone can do anything anyone else can?”
“Not exactly. I might not be able to throw a 90 mile per hour fastball, but I can
toss a baseball around. It still takes special skill to do something real special.”
“I think so. I haven’t found enough people with enough power to show anything
“Then… if there’s someone who can heal, I might be able to learn how to heal
my skin.”
I didn’t hear the rest. I just though about maybe being free of this curse called my
skin. Just having a chance to look normal again would be enough. It’d be better if
everything was normal, but hey, I’d take what I could get. I thought about this all the
way home. I also had plenty of time to think at home since the reactor made it
Still, as I stepped into my house, I had hope. Hope was replaced with annoyance
when I saw the reactor. Now, my house was never the biggest place – just a typical 3
bed, 2 bath home, though with a little backhouse where Ryan lived. But with the
machine’s sprawl, I had about the same amount of living space as him. One bedroom
was filled with the power source. My brother said it was safe, but I didn’t ask too many
questions. Huge wires formed an obstacle course in the hallway. A computer mainframe
or something clogged another bedroom. Tubes fed into a bathroom for a water supply,
and then to a purifier, taking out another room. But the biggest contraption sat in my
living room. It used to be a slick entertainment center, with a 53-inch flat screen, HD, 5.1
and leather couches. All that was gone. Instead, a giant, white UFO dominated the
space.
I had to phase that thing out just to get it into the house.
So, like many other nights, I stripped and stepped inside. For tonight, I tried to
comfort myself with the dream that Dr. Hoffman would find a way to teach me how to fix