Sue
knight125 said
Mimic
The ancient school bell tolls once again, promoting a sigh from Mimic. "Sorry Lance, but you'll have to wait until tomorrow. It's time for you guys to go to your next class." He walks into the classroom and says calmly, "Class dismissed. Report back at the same time tomorrow."
The class was over, and Sue would have to fight Mimic the next day. Though it wasnât any more advantageous to have a day of preparation, she felt as though itâd do her the favour of gaining her grounds, and recollecting her mind to figure out what to do. Sheâd figured she could go ask for advice from some of her fellow classmates, possibly Jack, or any of the other teachers â possibly Superman! â Who did just leave without her noticing, a strange, mysterious inopportunity for her. Who knew where Superman went off to, especially a new studentâŚ?
The other students shared their thoughts and exchanged friendly talk with one another, Sue pressing her ears with the increasing volume levels. Even with her joy of meeting new people, she still had to carry the misfortune of what people would consider a powerful, uncontrollable ability.
Avanhelsing said
Message
"Attention, All Students. Fighting Theory Class will begin in 10 minutes. All interested students please report to Room 213. Thank You."
The announcement aired, a blaring sound that Sue had to press her ears harder for - even to a normal person that was really loud. Sue overheard many of her classmates going to the same class; Sue figured that she needed to learn how to attack, and so she followed. The number of students that went along, the obvious movement of shaded black contours, her bodyguards, parallel and diagonal in positioning, Sue was inconspicuous, but unavoidably noticeable with the potency of her power. Sheâd almost forgotten that she was under watch for the longest time, that she was supposedly being protected over for her safety and freedom. She did not feel free. She felt constrained, to live her caged life. How very
Rosseau.Her small figure meant not many people could actually notice her walk by. Her red hair was covered with her beanie, her clothing colours blended with the background of monotonous hues, meant she could just overtake anyone and no one would notice. In fact, of all people to arrive fast â the superfast one was not even the earliest one â she arrived pretty early and sat again at the back. As she watched the other students enter, they paid little attention to her more simply because she was unobtrusive and was quiet. That was one thing she didnât like about herself: unless she made an effort to be seen, most of the time she would just be invisible. Her powers may have helped attract attention to her, but it was of the kind that she, nor anyone, would vie for.
Avanhelsing said
Captain America
Just as Connor walked in right behind him sauntered in Captain America. He was wearing his usual suit. "No you are not. Not yet at least. Sit down. Hello Flood. Bats sent you, did he? Nice. Alright. Most of you know I'm Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America. I'm teaching this class. We are going over Fighting Theory. I know you all just had to deal with Mimic, so no beatings right now. We will hopefully teach you all how to fight better.â He said as he started his lecture.
One hour later
He was finally done with his lecture about the proper way to throw a punch. "Alright. That's enough for today. You know what - to heck with this. You all had combat training and the course today. You've had enough. Class dismissed. For the rest of the day too. Go do something fun." He said leaving them.
An invigorating class, it was Captain America for crying out loud! She was a big fan of most superheroes since her father Banshee talked about them so often. Their heroics, their acts of vigilantism, their devotion for the protection of the human race, it was all awe-inspiring and mesmerizing. Sue paid attention to the class, though she felt it wasnât as fruitful as she thought. One could learn all of the styles they could; it wouldnât be helpful if it wasnât practiced. Sue felt as though she ought to practice this then, finishing her quick rough sketches of fighting stances and the proper way to punch. Her drawings were not immaculate, but they revealed a creative, practiced hand behind the artist.
As she left the classroom, her bodyguards materialized on both sides of the door, a note given to her. It read: âPrivate class, room 1605.â As common practice, she followed. As they walked, she paid more attention to her surroundings, hoping to see some of her classmates. She did see most, if not all of them, save her memory, and waved at them. The bodyguards did not see this as a bothersome, worrisome act. Sue never really learnt to what extent she was allowed to rebel. For example, she hasnât attended a dance class in so long, she wasnât sure if she was allowed to enter one. She was allowed to attend class though, so maybe it wasnât out of the question. Sue felt controlled, but was determined to see just by how much she was indeed controlled.
Towards the building where 1605 was located, there were fewer people, a quiet environment that was coupled with the Academyâs almost pristine beauty, with its idyllic lining of tall trees and a crisp architecture of modern and hip buildings.
Up the elevator, the door before her, she opened to see a large studio-like hall â one that would make a great dance studio, a grand one for ballet. The walls were white, the curtains drawn to block out the sunlight which had started to go a tint of yellow.
Out in the middle of the giant room, a man in casual-formal clothing, sat cross-legged on a mat. Sue heard the door behind her close, the bodyguards not to be seen. She walked towards the man in the middle, her footsteps loud and reverberated all over the room, her ears doubling the sound in amplification. She reached and stood before the mat, taking off her shoes as observed the man had done so, and sat down cross-legged as well. The man had his head down, but Sue knew who it was even before he looked up to her, the iconic yellow mask.
Iron FistIron Fist said: âTake deep breaths with me,â and so followed Sue â the breathing she needed to control, to curb her excitement upon meeting Power Man Iron Fist.
She did not understand why she was brought here: Iron Fist was a practitioner of martial arts with an incredible ability of concentration of his chi, his natural energy. She long thought that her power was passive, as hearing normally was â a controllable sense would be useless otherwise, such as choosing how much you could see or smell. Why was she here then? Perhaps her caretakers knew more about Sue than Sue herself. Her dad was adept with sonic manipulation, perhaps this brought an insight to what Sueâs powers really were, and how they were meant.
âWe believe your ability to amplify sound is a passive trait, but can be controlled,â Iron Fist spoke after a long while of breathing, which disturbed Sueâs own breathing, but adjusted her resumption quickly. Her breathing was quiet, but unlike her voice, it made some sound. She could create any sound her body could make, save her lack of a voice: she could whistle, snap her fingers, and clap as shown earlier. She could even beatbox, her most impressive being she could replicate the turntables. But pushing that thought, she returned back to her breathing. Sheâd become calm, disregarding the awkwardness. No one was there, and it was easy anyway.
âYour hearing will always make sound louder, but your emotions make them louder or softer. Your own mind controls how the sound will be manipulated. So be brave when I tell you⌠to take off your headphones.â
Sueâs eyes shot open, her hesitation showed by her breathing sporadic in fear of her lack of control. Iron Fist insisted with strong facial expressions of authority, and so Sue did it. She slowly placed her hands on both sides of the earmuffs, and with a strong grip to both muffs, she pulled them off. At first, her ears felt free, the breeze cooling her red, pressed ears. Then the loud pitch of white noise came. Every single environmental, ambient noise became apparent and deafening. The hum of the air-conditioning, the ticking of the clock, even Iron Fistâs breathing.
It wasnât a pain to control her emotions, it was a fear that she could not control it and it would continually get louder. âBreathe and relax, Sue,â said Iron Fist, Sueâs ears amplified those words out loud. Sue started to panic, breathing heavily and cold sweats started to form. She was afraid of all the destruction she was going to make. She wanted it to stop, but she persisted on to try and relax. But she couldnât.
She started to cry, no noise came from out her, and it had gotten so loud, she was sure everyone in the Academy could hear it, ringing across the land until it faded. âOkay,â said Iron Fist, as he reached for Sueâs earmuffs and put them on for her. The noise lowered drastically; there was no obvious sign of damage â even Iron Fist took out his earplugs from under his mask. âThatâs enough for today.â
Sue sat there and started to cry, tears poured endlessly, and Iron Fist adjusted to be seated right beside her. He sat there, and said âYou did great today, I understand you were way louder before.â He was right, Sue looked at him in the midst of her heavy crying, her eyes red and irritated, and it was way softer than what sheâd done before.
âTake some rest; weâll come back again tomorrow.â
Sue was escorted to outside the building. She started to walk towards some of the open field. She was still crying, her cries were quiet - no sound ever came. She was still breathing heavily, but it was successful today. She did well today, and she knew it.
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