Kat

Sometimes, I wish I could turn my powers off.

I wish I could -- no, it's not quite that I want the chance to be normal. Look at me. I don't want to be normal. I want to be a black market biological weapons dealer. I want to be a geek and date one of the most eccentric people on the planet. I want to ... I don't even know what I want, but it's definitely not to be normal. Although I'm not weird enough to wear glasses. They look great on Katja, but there's no way in anything I am ever wearing glasses. Ever. But so it's not to be normal. It's just most elementals, at least the ones I've met? They don't always have their powers on overdrive. Sure, they screw up sometimes and alter something they didn't mean to, but they're not constantly burning flame or covered in ice.

But my body is constantly breaking down complex molecules in order to get energy. Always. You should see how much I have to eat, considering when I say get energy, half of that energy is spent on my powers anyway. It's a miracle I'm not skinny as can be.

You know what I want? I want to be able to get drunk with Katja. Girlfriend thing. Wow, it still feels weird saying that. Probably should tell my mother at some point that I didn't just run off to Russia on my own because I got promoted. Not that it even makes sense, considering she thinks I still work at a university. So she probably knows something's up, but neither of us want to say it. But when I say drunk, I mean completely blitzed. I want to be stumbling. Maybe I don't even want to remember it. I don't mean the half-tipsy I can get if I try really hard to suppress my body's natural tendencies.

Also? Tylenol. I hear it's nice for pain. Antibiotics? Yes, please. I don't know what I would do if I got a nasty disease. Probably die. And that would make Katja sad, considering there's not really much of a chance that I get to wake up however long later and be not-so-dead-anymore.

But the biggest thing I want is for her to be able to drug me. Just for a little bit. And see where that goes.