[ WP ] A world where tattoos grant supernatural powers based on the design , but the intent does n't always match with the result ...

We called it the Inkwell. It's a giant underground lake discovered in the Himalayas. It's become the most visited spot on planet Earth. Why? It's simple. Bathing in the waters of the Inkwell grant random super powers to people with tattoos. Once that got leaked, nearly every tattoo artist became a celebrity and every chump with barbed wire paid for a ticket up there. Every doll with a tramp stamp wanted to stick their toe ( or ass ) in that lake. 
 
 My cousins and I all have a family tattoo on our chests, just above our hearts; numbers signifying our birth order. Before the Inkwell, it was just a way to feel closer to one another. Now it was our way up in the world. 
 
 We sent Ana in first. Number one. We love her and all but she's the eldest and this was her idea. We were all feeling pretty nervous and did n't want to risk the chance that the lake would give us the power to explode if we sneezed. That's probably not a power the Inkwell gives... but better safe than sorry. 
 
 Ana stepped out, clothes soaked. We all were having a good laugh about that until she told us to shut up. Suddenly we were all compelled to stop talking. Mind control. Scary, but fitting for her. 
 
 Ellie went next. Number two. She jumped in, no fear, full cannonball. When her head popped up from the surface, she screamed about how cold it was. We all had to cover our ears. Sonic scream. Just what she needed. A louder mouth. 
 
 This went on down the line of us. Three and four, mind reading and future sight. Five, six, and seven, super strength, shape shifting, and teleportation. 
 
 Then there was just me. The youngest. Number eight. At the edge of the water, time seemed to slow down. For what felt like forever, I thought about every reason why this would be a terrible idea. I counted at least 52. Still, all of those doubts were cancelled out by a singular feeling. The sensation of standing just on the precipice and wondering what it would be like to cross. 99 % fear. 1 % curiosity. Because it truly felt like I had no other alternative... 
 
 I jumped.
