Kotov snickered as Myrtle pretty much agreed to go and have some Starbucks with
him on a rooftop, even though he was, at this point in time, a total stranger. They had just seen each other for the first time literally a few minutes ago. Granted, he did save her life and the other girl's, but being too trusting was a flaw that he was already seeing in this new heroine. Hmmm.."Alright then."
, he said as he held out a hand. "Hold on, just like before."
For better or worse, Myrtle fell victim to her heart and her hormones. She was swept away by this man's charm, handsome face and gorgeous eyes, and even just the fact that he would pay her the time of day-- and to think, he saved her life! If she were to die after this, at least she would go out after being happy for the first time in her life. "Okay... I trust you,"
Myrtle breathed, almost a whisper, as she put her life in his hands.
A jolt of electricity immediately passed through Myrtle's body as Kotov turned both of them into an electric current, an azure streak that would travel faster than the speed of sound through the wires that brought power to every home and establishment in New York City. After a few moments, they were out on a rooftop on one of the city's towering buildings. Over here, they had a rather good viewpoint of the massive urban sprawl. Best thing was that there was no one else in sight, so this could be a private conversation."What kind of mix of the coffee do you prefer?"
, Kotov asked. "I'll be having Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew."
As her hand neared his, sparks flew between them, and as they connected, they were gone--Electricity buzzed though whisked miles and miles away. Although they only reformed a few moments later, Myrtle was left buzzing, heart racing, and she didn’t even know if it was the man or his power that did it. Was this what love at first sight felt like?
As the stars cleared from her mind's eye and she came back to earth, new stars came into view--only they were lights, not stars! Before her was one of the biggest cities in the whole country: New York City.“Wow… it’s so beautiful,”
Myrtle said in awe as she stared out at the seemingly endless cityscape. She turned to look Kotov in the eyes, blushing. He didn’t kill,
the girl thought, a little surprised. He was keeping his word.“Oh I… I would like a pumpkin spice latte, if you could please.” "Nice."
, Kotov nodded as he once again disappeared in an azure flash into the lightbulb that was their exit point a while ago. A few minutes would pass, but he would soon be back, carrying the drinks. "The barista is a friend of mine."
, he said, handing Myrtle the pumpkin spice latte.
With all of that settled now, the young man reclined back on the concrete barrier that kept people from falling off the edge. There was no denying that he was charming, even by his looks alone, and looked even better while sipping at the cold brew that he brought for himself. "So, how long has it been since you triggered? Is anyone... training you?""Ah... thank you, Kotav..."
Myrtle smiled and took the cup gratefully into her two hands, simply holding it. She had sat herself down on an edge of the building and was gazing out over the horizon, watching tiny cars and tinier people scurry about. She moved to sit with him against the barrier, sitting close enough to touch. She sighed contently and took a moment to breathe in the scent of her drink, a then cautious sip. "I triggered just a little while ago, umm... the last Thursday of September. I was hiking alone and I crossed paths with coyotes. It was stupid--I was stupid,"
Myrtle admitted, embarrassed. "I never had anybody to hike with me... definitely nobody to train with,"
she confessed, tears welling in her eyes. "I'm lucky I haven't died yet..."
Kotov gasped as she started crying, apparently not minding that Myrtle was close enough to touch. "That's just seven days ago..."
, he said himself. "Well, what's important that you're still live and kicking. It is no coincidence that I found you when I did..."
A pause. "Want to take a guess on how long I had these sparks?""No coincidence, huh?"
Myrtle half chuckled, half sniffed, leaving her smiling and pink once again.
She dabbed her eyes with a napkin then looked back, trying to take him in. Facial hair, strong build, mature voice, and an air of confidence, and he seemed so at ease and in tune with his abilities. And then, of course, he was the son of Shockwire. Nth Generations were said to trigger more easily, so...
"How about... early high school?"
she asked, tilting her head and raising her brows curiously."Middle school, actually."
, Kotov answered. "A friend of mine was being bullied by this thick senior jock, and I wouldn't just let him just get pummeled."
His expression changed from his usual cheerful mood to a sober one. "I electrocuted him, accidentally."
Kotov sighed at that last part, as it would soon be clear that powers like his own are extremely dangerous to other people, and he knew this better than anyone else. "Those were the worst days of my life. I couldn't go out to school anymore without fear of shocking my friends, and trying to do online classes often led to me shorting out the device. Took me a whole year to be able to be tune with my abilities. Even then, I was scared that I couldn't give my friends a hug without causing something bad to happen. I was dangerous, and I still am. But you... you have more 'safe' powers, if I can call them that. If my guess is right, you should be a piece of cake compared to me." "Oh, Kotov… I never would have guessed,"
Myrtle murmured. She put her cup down and then, hesitantly at first, put one hand on his arm.
"My powers… I make plants grow… and I can feel limited sensations through them."
With her free hand she took a single seeds from her pocket. She closed her eyes, and a moment later a stem sprouted, leaves grew, thorns formed, and a beautiful pink rose blossomed in her hand."When I first triggered, I had trouble hiding it at home and school. If I got sad… or angry… nearby plants reacted. But it's kind of a slow working power, and nobody cared enough to notice,"
Mytle confided, staring vacantly into her newborn flower.
Kotov sighed as he looked at the rose Myrtle had willed to grow on her hand. He looked genuinely happy as he looked at the pretty flower. So much so that he was beaming.
However, now was the time for the next thing. "One more thing, Myrtle. You don't just trust anyone that offers to help you. You're in luck because even though I don't consider myself a hero, my dad is, retired as he may be. He taught me many things about being a good member of society. Also..."
Kotov chuckled as he poke Myrtle a little bit. "You're crushing on me, aren't you? Don't deny it. It's very obvious. HAH!""Hey! I am not, hehe!"
Myrtle giggled, covering her sides protectively. She looked a little down and to the left, smiling and blushing--a telltale sign of her lying.
She looked back up to Kotov and his handsome, mischievous face. "Okay, you got me,"
she admitted quietly to herself as well as him, shifting to play with her hair.You don't have to return the favor… It's just that I'm, um… and well, you're so…mm..."
Myrtle stammered, twirling her hair more vigorously and looking away as she got more embarrassed.
Kotov laughed. "Nah, it's cool. I get that a lot. This wouldn't be the first time. Where do you live by the way? I might have brought you too far..."
The pink faded from Myrtle's face and she relaxed a little, leaning just a little against Kotov. At the very least, he didn't seem bothered by her crush. "I live back in Manchester. To be honest, this is the farthest I've ever been from home,"
she told him, looking to the sky. She picked up her latte and took a sip, grateful for the remaining warmth. "Your life must be amazing...The whole world is at your fingertips,"
Mrytle said, smiling."Where do you call home?"
Kotov looked towards the sky, smiling. "Oh, good. I also live in Manchester... though I work here in New York."
Seeing and feeling this apparent stranger lean on him was... strange, to say the least. Sure, he was the touchy feely type, but not towards people he just met. This one, though, had apparently fallen at first sight. "Maybe I should get you home soon
, Kotov said as he took in the rest of his cold brew. "But not before we exchange numbers."
Sure enough, he was showing her his phone, with his contact details on the screen. He apparently wasn't keen on making this thing a one timer."You want m-my phone number?"
Myrtle gasped. "Of-of course!"
Myrtle excitedly fumbled into her bag, bringing out a pen and notepad. On one page she jot down his details and the other, she wrote down hers. She handed it to him, smiling, her heart racing. "I really hope we can meet up again, to talk or train together... you have been wonderful to me... "
Koto scoffed. "I'm wonderful to everyone, really. But yeah, we'll see each other again. Maybe if you need help with going into a house fire again. Hehe!"
He then stood up, holding out a hand. "Whenever you're ready."
Myrtled giggled at his tease, blushing. She had to admit, it wasn't a safe call. She was actually making a lot of unsafe calls. But in her heart, she felt it was all worth it.
She got up from her seat by the barrier, leaving her rose on the ledge, glancing over the beautiful cityscape one more time. She smiled dreamily, thinking of possibilites.
After dropping her trash in a nearby can, she joined Kotav by the lightbulb the arrived from. With a deep breath she closed her eyes, smiling, and took his hand .
A few moments would pass as Koto brought Myrtle along into the power grid. It was just like before; a dark vision, full of stars flashing past. And now... they were back in Manchester.
One look at Kotov, though, would see that he was panting and catching his breath. Doing the electric transformation a few times a day tends to drain energy quite a bit, after all, and now, he was about to retire for the night. "I guess you gotta change to normal clothing now. And I got to go back to work..."
Myrtle's heart fluttered as she came back to reality. Each jump was like an electrifying dream, intoxicating almost. She beat her eyes a few times, clearing the stars from her vision.
But when she saw Kotov, she was concerned to see him breathing heavy, physically exhausted. She squeezed his hand, not yet ready to let go. "Yes, I should be going soon, but.. but will you be okay?"
she asked, worried for him."I just need to take a short break."
, Kotov responded. "See you around, I guess."
He then tapped Myrtle on the shoulder as he began walking towards a house, which apparently belonged to him.
Myrtle watched, in a daze, as Kotov started off toward what was most likely his house. Was this a sign? Was that tap on her shoulder an invitation? Her heart pounded and she wavered a bit where she stood, her body warming with her thoughts.
As he disappeared behind the door, Myrtle came to her senses."No,"
she whispered. "I'm a good girl, and I should go before I do something I shouldn't…"
she trailed off, sighing longingly.
She turned away, running off as Wallflower back toward home.