Healthbar's Tale

I don't really have a big story like Diffy, but Tempest wanted a bunch of us to take at turn at this, so I thought I'd give it a go.

Hi! I'm Healthbar, and before all of this I had a simple life. I went to college, I hung out with my friends WITHOUT villains or abilities disturbing us, and, I played video games. I was great. I was an expert, never giving up, always trying again and again until I won, never letting a game beat me, I always wished I had more health, my technique tended to be run in and think later. Tempest kept jazzing up my games for me when he got Technopathy, but playing against him was always too hard, how do you beat a guy with TP? CHEAT!!!!

Anyway................god I miss games. My playing quota is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay down since this got so big. I got two hours to play yesterday, but we're kind of bust at the moment.

pffffffffffffft dum de dum...................what to write? Oh! I know! I guess I could tell you a little bit about when I first got my ability, nobody really knows what happened then, it might be easier to put on here:

OK, so, bad guy bursts in during lunch break and T beats him up and sends him running, we find out about it all, we get in on the whole abilities bit, yada yada, you know this part, it's in an earlier post. A day or so after the 'Power boost jab', just after we'd saved Diffy and his mum, and I'd got the hang of my healing power, I started to feel strange. I felt like there was fog in my mind, like something was filling my head, trying to get out. Then I woke up in the middle of the night, completely alert, and feeling myself compelled to go outside. I crept out in a dressing gown, into the street where VHS is, and caught myself on a bent nail as I went out the door (The renovations to the base weren't finished at that point) and I felt a pain in my arm. I saw the nail had cut it, just above the elbow, and a drop of blood was slowly working it's way out. I swore and continued. It was a clear night, and moonlight fell on my face. I felt the street filling with black smoke around me, and I could suddenly feel the moon's gravity. I knew about it of course, but just then I could feel it and knew exactly what effect the moon had on the earth. I could feel that the moon found me special, and was dragging me upwards. I slowly lifted into the air, and, very slowly, started towards the moon. I knew it was pulling me, that it's gravity had a greater effect on me, and that I wouldn't stop unless I did something. I was distracted by my arm, and I looked down to see the cut bleeding freely. I sensed the fog thickening, and saw a bit of it become a tendril that snaked out of the alley, and found a cyclist, heading home from some late night party (This was like, 2 in the morning, but you know what students are like). The smoke coiled round him, and he crashed his bike with a yell. I saw him start to choke and cough, at the same time feeling a slight tingle on my arm. I saw the cut heal itself, something I hadn't managed to do yet, and the smoke withdrew from the man, and he stumbled away, staring back at the fog and swearing, now looking like he had the flu or something. I was so shocked I managed to stop the moon's pull on me, almost by accident. I drifted slowly back down, landing with a slight bump, realising for the first time the full extent of my powers. I also had this sensation at the back of my mind, a sort of hunger, it started when the smoke had grabbed the cyclist, like a bloodlust but more than that. A tiny part of me LIKED that my power could cause pain. I hadn't noticed before, my power had brought it out, but a tiny part of my mind had woken up, and it liked my ability draining health. I was scared. I knew that without my power that part of me would sleep again, as if they needed each other. That part of me didn't exist without the ability. I knew how my power worked, and how the fog could shut things down. I turned it inwards, creating invisible barriers for myself to lock away the harmful potential of my power. I knew it would lock the more powerful solar too, it needed the lunar as balance so it would shut down aswell, but it had to be done. It made me forget most of what happened, with only a hazy idea that I had more than just healing. with my ability back at it's basics, I went back inside, now a bit confused as to what had made me go out in the first place.
I found Playwrite waiting at the top of the stairs.
'Couldn't sleep either?'
'On the contrary, I was having a lovely dream, I think I picked up part of Doolittle's at one point, this squirrel kept turning and talking french, but I woke up when you crept past my room thinking 'Moon, outside, Moon, outside.' really loudly, what was that about?'
' The moon..............no idea. Hmm.'
He looked at me 'No, you don't do you. That's.....odd. Oh well, sorry I asked, can't stop drifting into your heads and picking up stuff. I'll get the hang of it soon and leave you guys to your own thoughts. Night.'
And we both went off to our beds. I kept looking at the moon at night and wondering why it fascinated me so much, and then John went and broke the barriers by nearly killing me and brought the memory back, damn him. Only extreme pressure and pain could have done that. Still, hurt him pretty badly back, didn't I? He should know better than to take on VHS! Haha!

Wow, it WAS easier to put on here than say. Well, I'm sure Centaur will be along soon to do his. Bye!