[i]So, if electrical impulses are what ultimately causes a body to move, could I use them to increase my own reaction time? Would that be dangerous? I'm sure If I used to much I could hurt myself. What about using small, delicate impulses to help with a persons damaged nerves? I know I've read a study about small electrical shocks helping the nerve damage brought on by diabetes. How hard would it be to get a shock small enough, and would there eve be a point? If I stopped administering the shock would the nerves just return to their former damaged state? Could I even get the shock to the right place without hurting them......God I need a hobby. [/i]

Alexander finally put down the book on anatomy he had been studying, letting it close with a thump. Here it was, a beautiful and cool day, and what was he doing? Reading a science textbook. [i]Yeah Alex, real cool, no wonder your always surrounded by so many adoring friends.[/i] Alexander allowed his body to slide and he laid his head back on the roots of the giant oak he was laying underneath. He stared up into the massive oaks branches, and actually smiled a little bit.

He had to admit life had gotten a lot better sense he started at the academy. He was still horribly awkward and lacked any sort self confidence, but he didn't feel like he was walking around on egg shells anymore. Bruises had faded, and though he still had some permanent physical reminders of his father, he didn't care as much. He had even found that he loved the science classes he was able to take, and hoped that maybe he had found something he could be good at.

Slowly Alexander lifted his hand and examined it. Concentrating, he let small flashes of lightening arc from his fingertips. They didn't travel far only an inch or two towards the palm of his hand. He still felt like he wasn't grasping something. Controlling the shape of the lightening should have been easier. He understood the concepts all well enough but it never seemed to fully click. He had a feeling he knew what the problem was though....

Lightening was wild. It was the embodiment of energy, it was unchained and explosive. You couldn't tame lightening. Oh sure you could direct it, give it a path of least resistance, but sometimes it decided [color=PapayaWhip]"Hey, screw you buddy!"[/color] and did whatever the hell it wanted. In essence, lightening was free, and Alexander...well...

Alex concentrated harder. He could feel the small arcs of electricity, sense them searching for a path to take. As he shot another few sparks from his fingers he held onto them this time. He pushed his will against them, shaping them slowly into a ball. It took more concentration and time then he felt it should have but eventually he managed to shape the small charges of electricity into a ball of lightening. It wasn't very big, a little bigger then a ping pong ball, but it was some of the most complicated work Alexander had been able to accomplish. It flashed and surged, held in place by his will, until finally it vanished with a small zapping sound. [color=DodgerBlue]"Damnit...."[/color] Alex whispered to himself, aggravated with himself. He could do some things, send larger flashes of lightening, charge small objects, even shock a person if they annoyed him enough...not that he ever would. But still, it never felt like enough.