[ WP ] A person gains a superpower through an accident , and must decide if they will be a superhero or a supervillain .

Sarah squints a little as she looks at the small display of her wristphone. New unread messages keep appearing with a slight haptic buzz. She wiggles her wrist slightly to scroll through the messages and focuses on one. She whispers, `` Call contact'' and puts her wrist up to her ear. 
 
 `` I AM SO GLAD YOU CALLED ME,'' exclaims the voice on the other end. 
 
 `` We have the best packages for a young lady of your talents. Corporate sponsors, five figure advances, moderated conflicts, tailored skin-suits, 24/7 training and gym access, legal representation, personal PR/image/fashion, and marketing assistants, and your own trademarked image that will be put on mugs, action figures, and other collectibles! All you need to do is give us power of attorney and perpetual rights to your image'' 
 
 Sarah whispers, `` Hang up'' and the screen on her wristphone goes blank. She leans back on her chair and sighs as she focuses her mind and slowly fades into invisibility. She stares at her hand as it disappears from sight. She stands up, looks at her non-reflection in the mirror, giggles, and says, `` I still do n't believe this'' as she wiggles her hips and waves her arms, trying to spoil the illusion. 
 
 Still invisible, Sarah goes out for a walk, people watching, and texting her friends photos from places she could n't walk into before. She was taking a picture of a self-flushing urinal when she felt a hand on her shoulder. 
 
 `` Hi, I'm Dr. Vertigo and I hope you and I can be friends,'' says a man in a purple and green outfit wearing a facemask that only reveals his eyes. 
 
 Sarah blushes, involuntarily becomes visible, and gives a slight yelp as he says, `` Let me guess, the jerks at Super Inc have already offered you some kind of douchebag deal that you would n't take in a million years. I can offer you so much more!'' 
 
 Sarah remains quiet, still shocked at being caught in the men's room. 
 
 `` Let's go somewhere, err less janitorial, to talk,'' says Dr. Vertigo as he holds up his control rod, points it toward the cement brick wall, and disintegrates a person-size hole into it. Outside, a small open cockpit aircar appears and parks itself right next to the hole. He then smacks his control rod down onto the tile of the men's room, bows, and says, `` Ladies first.'' 
 
 Sarah pauses for a moment, looks at the two seater aircar, and says, `` I'm not so sure of this.'' 
 
 Dr. Vertigo holds out his hand gracefully to help her into the aircar as men peering out of the stalls stare in bewilderment. One man yells, `` Some crazy broad is in the men's room!'' Dr. Vertigo spins around and smacks him in the head with his control rod. The man collapses to the floor. Vertigo says, `` Ugh the men's room floor, such filth,'' as he pushes the unconscious man out of the way using his boot heel. 
 
 Sarah grins and says, `` Okay. Ten minutes, that's it.'' 
 
 `` Ten minutes is all I'll need,'' he replies with a wink. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

