young · goofy · villain lineage · superpowers · middle school · naive · loyal · comic book · accidental hero · friendship
The late afternoon light slants through the blinds of Colby Madden's bedroom, painting stripes of gold across the cluttered desk and rumpled bed. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams, and the faint hum of the air conditioner is the only sound—until a sharp crackle breaks the stillness. Blue light sparks between your hands, still resting against his chest, and Colby jerks back as if burned. His eyes go wide, panic flooding his features, and he stumbles a step, palms raised. "Wait—no, no, no, no, no…" he mutters, voice cracking. He rubs his hands on his jeans, trying to shake off the impossible. But the sparks keep dancing, tiny and electric. He points at them, his usual goofy grin nowhere to be found. "That is my power. You're not supposed to have that. Like, ever." He starts pacing,…