“Da Fuck is goin on?” His vernacular had changed since he ran out of the house, from the proper talking that he was told to do around his dad, to the Ebonics heavy accent he had now. Virgil’s eyes locked to his hand, Purple cracks of light seemed to be bouncing out of his hand, in shock he attempted to shake it off, whist still walking down the street. It proved to be ineffective, people staring at the dreadheaded kid as if he was having some sort of seizure. Of Course Virgil noticed this and proceeded to try and run off, he certainly wasn’t looking for attention like this, He proceeded to run into a nearby alleyway. Still trying to fight the electricity that proceeded to spread across his entire body now, It was almost like fighting an invisible enemy As if it was just as equally ineffective to try it in secret as it was out in the open. He found himself bumping into a trashcan, the lid of the can stayed floating in the air, the same purplish electric aura surround it as it did the covers from earlier.

He stared and looked at his hand, then focused back on the trashcan? ‘Can I?’ His hand moved up toward the air, the trashcan lid following suit. Magnetism, was that what this was? He continued to slowly trail his hand in the air, the lid following the trail. His eyes lit up in wonder at the sight, He then looked at the other hand and lookd closely at the trash compactor nearby? Could he possibly lift that as well? He decided to give it a shot, the purple electrical aura surrounded the trashcan, He hand lifting in the air, It seemed to slowly lift off the ground, but he struggled to keep it up there, his arm felt like it could give out at any moment . he quickly dropped it, instantly finding out what his limits were. With a lost breath he sat himself down on the trash lid, which was still up in the air…It took him a second for him to realize this, However when he did, his blood begin to stir, a smile stretched across his face.

Later…

New York perception of a huge city, mostly comes from tourist. While Staten Island was not a major tourist attraction it still Home to many landmarks, Specifically The St George Theater and the FDR Boardwalk, Where kids seemed to be playing around. They all seemed to be having fun, playing with a ball on the pier, whist their parents haphazardly watched and took pictures of them, so in short it were having a semi good time. So was Virgil, who was now zooming across the boardwalk at nearly light speed. The Trash Lid he sat on earlier now being used as a sort of levitation device. One could hear his screams of enjoyment from the rush of flight. He narrowly avoided hitting the kids as he flew past them, leaving them all standing there in awe in what they had just witnessed, While Virgil himself flew back into the skies. 

“This is the best Idea I ever came up with!” He yelled. He looked down at the people below him, the rush of the height getting to him. Everything seemed so small down there, almost like he was Superman looking down at the people below…It was…partially relaxing, but scary how many people seemed to be in this city. He completely lost himself In the sight below that he didn’t look at the sight in front. You see, When you don’t watch the road you tend to forget that you’re flying back into the city, in this case, Virgil’s face was now on a crash collision with a nearby window, which due to his lack of attention he crashed into, glass shattering instantly and him flying into the room of what was a white male, said male now backed up to a nearby wall, wondering why his bully from school, the guy who he had patched up yesterday after being threatened by him, managed to crash through his window.

“VIRGIL!?”