A touch of chaos, part 1

Everyone's still upset about what happened at the cliff, and everyone's being really understanding at my emotions driving my abilities crazy and nearly killing them, but we had a bit of a distraction about a week ago when we tested out ragnarok's power properly. Until then he'd only really told us that he'd named it 'chaos touch' and refused to touch other people properly, claiming 'last time I shook someone's hand, all hell broke loose, and he was normal, not one of us weirdos' Cleone and Dragon, after studying him for a while, decided that he has some sort of energy manipulation, that acts differently to different things, and that it belonged to the reality warping family of powers, but had nothing like Jorge's power (The reality warper friend of Damian's from ages ago, remember? We really must see what he's up to...) and that Rag's was far harder to control.

We finally persuaded him to try it out in the safety of our now more-secret-than-ever base. He reached out and grabbed Pete's wrist with his left hand. Both of them were instantly enveloped in Pete's red energy, and streams of it shot from Pete's wrist deep into Ragnarok. Beams of the energy shot from Pete's hands, and he pulled his wrist away, gasping, and then rubbed it as the energy faded from him. 'Huh, I feel fine. It was buzzing like hell when we were touching, but now I'm fine...' he wiggled the fingers of his right hand, and red sparks danced along them, leaping from finger to finger. His eyes shone a bright red, wisps of energy rising from them. He turned his ability off and looked puzzled. 'Well, I'm still at full strength. It didn't have any lasting affect on me at all.'

'Well of course not. I'd warn you if it was going to hurt. my left hand tends to be fine.' said Ragnarok, and we looked to him. He had red spark dancing over his body, popping out from under his sleeves and shooting to the ends of his fingers, and dancing in his eyes. He shot a beam of it from his hands, and burnt a hole in the map I'd pinned up. 'Cool, I like this power' he grinned, and lauched another one. This beam kept going for a few feet, and then started to fizzle, sparking and fading. All the red left Ragnarok, and he looked at his hands. 'Aww, I ran out. Well there you go, there's one of the things I can do. I can absorb loads of sortas of energy and shoot it out again.'

He started swatting at a wasp that flew past, and went to wave it out of the door. 'I'll show you shomething else in a sec- oh damn. Wuh? This hasn't happened beforeeeeeeee....' He had hit the wasp with one of his swats, and started to bulge, and shake. His arms grew thinner, he rose into the air, and he started to change colour. As his shirt started to morph along with him, an extra set of set of arms shot out. Wings burst out of his back, and feelers were growing from his head. In a couple of seconds we were confronted by a wasp the size of a seventeen year old boy. It buzzed, confused and shot out of the door.

'This isn't going to help the whole 'let's hide out and keep ourselves a secret while the world deals with Claire revealing abilities the world' thing, is it?' Said Healthbar.

'Playwrite! Diffy!'

'We're on it Tempest!'
'Okey dokey!'

They rushed out after him, and as we prepared to follow them and the first screams could be heard from the street outside, Playwrite, mental commands flew through our heads (He made us immune, but we can hear when he does a widespread command) as he filled the minds of everyone around him with 'There is no wasp! Everything is normal! You cannot see a giant Wasp!' and Diffy was brainstorming as he left 'Big cloud? No, he moving too fast. Flock of birdies? More complicated, I might whoops one of them if I gets distracted. Plane? No, too low down....'

Don turned to me as we rushed for the door. 'What the hell do we do?

I honestly had no idea.