Teanna 2: The Cold War

3 years later.....

6pm....

(Gulp gulp gulp gulp)

Thats my 6th cup of tequila downed in about an hour. My head is spinning, my mouth tastes of bittersweet alcohol. I dont know how fucking long I've sat at this stool in this bar of godforsaken people. I know for sure my friends aren't here, i can't even sense them as I used to before.

The fuckery that I have endured over the past 3 years has taught me that love is just a fantasy. If you grow up hating people, then you won't have to worry about being heartbroken when you lose a 'loved one. I made that my go to motto ever since mom and dad murdered. And to this fucking day, even with all the powers that i have, I still can't track down the bastards that did it.

My heart is closed to everyone. I dont want anyone telling me that they 'love me'. I dont want anyone to get too close to me. I dont want anyone to tell me that everything is gonna be okay. Nothing will be okay, not until i catch those murderers. And when i do, I will show no mercy. I will show no fear, no hesitation, to tear them apart without an ounce of regret. I'll unleash this demon inside of me, this demon of hate, anger, pain. And ill make sure this world pays for what it took from me.

My parent's funeral was the last straw for me. All the people who supposedly 'cared for me all didn't show up for any support. I dont feel anymore. I dont care anymore. I'm glad that I can get wasted like this.

3 years since I found their lifeless bodies in a pool of blood on the floor, after storming out of the only other home I had. I didnt even bother to finish school, because it became a useless component in this fucked up life of mine.

For the past 3 years I've spent trying to hunt down the killers have been a waste of damn time and bodies. I killed people who I thought were linked to the murderers, but nothing turned up. Not even the police found any evidence linking back to the killer. So was it fucking casper the friendly ghost who killed them?!

The alcohol in my system begins to take its toll. I know i shouldn't be doing this to myself, but I feel as though I have no other choice.

Suddenly, the sound of a bottle smashing occurs across the bar. The greatest thing of having electrical powers is being able to burn whatever substance is inside of me. However, with not being sober, im easily irritated. I attempt.

The moment i look to get up from my stool, a glass bottle hits me in the back of the head. Shards of glass shoot just inches from my eyes. I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head.

I look around to look for the culprit. A tall, bearded man, who looks to be the culprit.

Burning the alcohol inside of me, I walk over to the would be culprit.

He takes a stepback. His 3 friends step up.

"What are you going to do?" He chuckles, breath reeking of stale alcohol. His accent is one that is deep russian.

"First off im gonna buy a toothbrush for that stale ass breath of yours, then im gonna take that toothbrush and shove it right where the sun dont shine". I say, while judgingly looking him up and down.

"And trust me this ain't a problem you want". I say, beginning to walk away. Suddenly, i feel a firm grip on my shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going?" He says, his stale breath reaching my nostrils.

The anger reaches to my head, and I completely lose my fucking shit.

I grab his arm and yank him closer, then landing a hard punch in his gut, sending him reeling.

"ARRRRGHHHHH!" He comes for me again swinging, but i duck and kick his legs out from under him. He crashes to the floor, badly hurt it seems, and at the same time one of his friends hurls himself at me. But just in time i use his momentum to grab him by the arm and fling him away, crashing over the counter into the shelf of alcohol bottles.

The lights dim and flicker inside the entire building, as a result of me trying to control my powers. Breathless, I kneel down to the to confront the stale breath guy.

"Who are you?" He asks.

"Somebody that you don't ever want to cross. Ever." I say. I put my hood over my head and walk out onto the rainy streets.

As i walk down the road, something bugs me about those Russian guys. How was it that those guys were in there at the same time as me? In the height of both the US and Russia at each others throats over this meta human vaccine shit, should I be in the slightest bit worried?

15 minutes later....

I arrive at a apartment building in Crown heights. Since my parents have died, I've been out on the low taking out hood guys and people doing drugs in my community, as well as any one who couldve had something to do with the death's of my parents. Ive also assembled a small team of meta humans who i had rescued from BioLife whom eventually turned into my closest friends.

I've had PTSD from seeing their dead bloodied bodies on the ground, my hands covered in their blood. It makes me feel entirely guilty for what had happened.

I shake my head to rid my mind of the tragedy and walk inside the apartment building.

Apartment 101 - therapy session

"Why is there blood on your fingers?" She asks me. Danila, my therapist, has been helping me through my problems over the last 2 years.

I peek down at my fingers, which are indeed bleeding. I didnt notice them until now. I mustve cut them while I beat the shit out of those 2 guys and didn't notice.

"I dont know." I avert my eyes

"You haven't got into a fight again, have you?". She asks. I arch an eyebrow in response.

"Why do you care?" Keeping my eyes away from contact, My voice, slightly slurred from all the tequilas I drank.

"Because im concerned for your wellbeing, teanna".She says. I can sense the empathy in her voice

"Look, some stinky Russian dudes in a bar got into a fight and I suffered collateral damage, so I kicked their asses".

"you need to learn to calm your emotions--"

"NOT when you're smashed in the head with a bottle!". I snap. "Nothing bothers me more than people telling me what to do with emotions that I cant even fucking control!"

I get up and pace around the room angrily. Running hand through my hair, I take deep breaths and walk to the door.

"Where are you going?" She asks.

"My head is not in the right place to do this, ma'am." And with that, I head out the door before she even has a chance to respond.

In quick enough time, i reach home, my new home, in a apartment, to the sight of Daxton, Theo, one of the meta's that were freed from BioLife, and 4 others whom I befriended since the revolution 3 years ago. These are the only circle of people whom I trust, and care for. My broken mind and state may push others away, but these guys have stuck with me through every bad moment. I'm happy to have them around at least, and not people who pretend to love me and care for me for their own self interests. I plop down on the couch to discuss the events of the evening.

While doing so, someone switched on the TV to CNN news. Headlines stating that teenagers in Russia are showing enhanced abilities, and that the result of this saw an entire federal building in Russia got burnt to the ground. Apparently, the vaccine for the Hyphoria viral outbreak 2 years ago is the cause for these new so called metas. However some news reports say that at least hundreds of these kids have gone missing over the last few months.

"So there are really metas in Russia?" Theo asks.

"Seems like it". Daxton responds. I continue to pay close attention to the news broadcast.

'US AND RUSSIA TENSIONS REACH ALL TIME HIGH DUE TO HYPHORIA VACCINE SCANDAL'

"Whats in that fucking vaccine that got all these kids acting up?" I ask, munching on a bag of caramel popcorn.

"Only god knows, T, only God knows. But apparently it was deliberately tainted with some sort of replicated genetic code from an American meta" Theo says.

"Hmm."

We spend the rest of the evening watching movies, laughing, playing games with each other before heading off to a good night's sleep.