[ WP ] A person 's eye colour correlates to what superpower they have , activated at age 18 . You are the first person to be born with totally black eyes .

*Why wo n't that fucking clock move any faster? * 
 
 It's 8:20 in the morning, and all I want to know is what's going to happen in the next 5 minutes. I even set an alarm so I knew I'd be awake to find out the *instant* it happened. Contrary to popular belief, your powers kick in 18 years from the minute you were born, not at Midnight. It would be easier if the rumour was true; I would n't have to wait as long. I just want to know what my powers are dammit! 
 
 17 years, 11 months, 23 hours and 55 minutes ago, I unknowingly made history- I was the first ( and only ) baby born into our world with black eyes. The doctors were confused. My family was scared. I cried. Not that I had anything to cry about, I was just crying like any other newborn. Like a *normal* kid. 
 
 Except no one wanted to believe I was normal. I was the first kid born with black eyes after all. Some of my earliest memories are of different doctors and psychologists doing all sorts of experiments with me, seeing if they could get some kind of insight. I must've been important to, because I got a whole range of eye colours looking at me; purples and greys mostly, but I did get poked and prodded by a couple greens for good measure. The most concerning though was when a white-eye saw me. He spent days with me, locked in his trance the whole time, but even he could n't figure it out; all he said was `` I see nothing''. That really scared me. 
 
 My parents hated the experiments as much as I did. Well, at least I know Mom did. She's an empathet after all, so of course she'd feel what I felt. All I had to do was glance at her deep purple eyes, and she knew. Dad on the other hand... well, gold-eyes are always a bit mysterious. I guess when you can slow down and stop time, you start to see the world a little differently. Some people say gold-eyes are even smarter than the grey-eyes~~ -- ~~the super intelligent academics of the world~~ -- ~~since they literally have all the time in the world to study and learn. 
 
 *Four more minutes... I get my powers in four minutes. Please God, do n't let it be a bad power. I just want something cool to show off. * 
 
 Being born with my special eyes naturally made me a media sensation. The news could n't shut up about me apparently. *'' Baby Born with Black Eyes'' * or *'' Scientific Marvel'' * in some form or another was on every paper, website, TV show, and magazine across the world. Those were the nice ones though. Most of them included words like `` Hell Spawn,'' `` Demon Child,'' `` Freak of Nature,'' or ( my personal favourite ) `` Anti-Christ.'' Everyone seemed to think my power would have something to do with death, destruction, or devil worship because black equals bad shit apparently. Because eye colour ALWAYS DIRECTLY SYMBOLISES YOUR POWER right?? 
 
 Well, I guess it makes sense in most cases. Blue-eyes are called Atlantans because they can breathe under water and communicate with some types of fish. Greenies are generally connected with nature, mostly being able to pop in and out of animals heads and control them or read their thoughts. And the red-eyes can shoot lasers, which is pretty cool too. 
 
 But if it was true, then what do hazel eyes have to do with flying? Why does the colour purple mean you can immediately empathise with someone without saying a word? If academia is illuminating, should n't it be gold instead of grey? Where is it written that white symbolises clairvoyance? 
 
 *Another minute down. Maybe then I can stop hiding, stop lying to my friends about who I am. * 
 
 All the experiments, all the bad press, it began to take a toll on me. Mom saw it, and I think she got through to Dad too. All I know is that when I turned three, we left our home and started over. We changed our names, told no one where we went, and found a town that could n't care less about a weird kid on the news. 
 
 Even so, I had to wear coloured contacts every day for the rest of my life. I have to say, I'm glad Mom and Dad went with green for me. I really like playing with cats and dogs like the other greenies, and I'd never make it as a grey. Too stuffy and boring for my tastes. I enjoy being wild too much, howling at the moon with my friends, hiking through forests and over mountains just to look at animals. Sometimes I wish green was my real eye colour. 
 
 As much as I wish I was a greenie though, I ca n't wait to see what power I get. If it's good, we can come out of hiding. Mom would like that a lot. She does n't say it, but I can tell. Empathets are great at knowing how people feel, but they're also really sensitive to big changes. She had to burn every bridge in order to keep us~~ -- ~~in order to keep me~~ -- ~~safe. It was real hard on her for a long time, and every now and then I still catch her wiping tears off of old photos. Dad does what he can, but Old Golden Eye ca n't speed up time and make it come sooner. Even if he could, it would only affect him. 
 
 *But it'll come soon enough. Only two minutes left now. * 
 
 Even if it's a bad power like everyone thinks, it's the end of the road for Mom and Dad. I have n't told them, but I've been saving up a bit of money. I have enough to leave the country if I need to. I even wrote up my run-away note ahead of time in case I have to leave fast. Even Mom does n't know; growing up with an empathet for a mom makes you an incredible liar. I try not to think of it as leaving, but instead that I'm setting them free. I hope they'll understand. Maybe Mom can go back to her psychology practice. A fifteen-year leave of absence is normal, right? I know Dad will be fine. He can take as long as he wants to get over me leaving. 
 
 What really worries me is what my friends will think. Greenies are pretty chill people as a rule, but I would n't expect anyone, not even an empathet, to forgive a fifteen-year-old lie. I'm glad I skipped school today, so that I have the day figure out what to tell them, even if my powers are good. I think I'll tell Lutra first. We've been dating long enough for her to have that privilege. How am I going to break it to Lupin though? Or Reptilia? Bos will probably take it the hardest. He never liked change, especially if it means losing a friend. 
 
 *8:24. Just another sixty seconds. Here we go... * 
 
 I really should've planned this out better. I should've planned out where I was going. You can always cancel a plane ticket, but last minute ones are expensive! What if I do n't have enough money to get far enough away? 
 
 *Fifty seconds... * 
 
 How am I going to know what my powers do? How am I going to test them? How can I do it safely? 
 
 *Forty... * 
 
 What if I hurt someone? What if I ca n't control them? What if they really are evil? 
 
 *Thirty... * 
 
 Y'know what? Fuck the clock. I do n't want to know anymore. I do n't care. I just want to be a greenie like my friends. I do n't want to be eighteen anymore! 
 
 *Twenty... * 
 
 Please, just stop! I do n't want it! I want to keep my life, even if it is a lie! I do n't want my powers! 
 
 *Fifteen... * 
 
 FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP TICKING!! 
 
 *Fourteen... * 
 
 Someone grabs my shoulder... 
 
 *Fourteen* 
 
 I spin around and see Old Golden Eye. 
 
 `` Dad? What's going on?'' 
 
 `` Your mother was concerned about you. She asked me to check in on you. Are you alright?'' 
 
 `` I'm fine.'' Lie. `` Just a little pre-power jitters, y'know?'' I nervously laugh. 
 
 `` Leo, you are n't fooling anyone. Your mother can feel your nerves through the walls. I found your note. We know what you're thinking.'' 
 
 `` You do?'' Shit. So much for secrecy. 
 
 `` Of course. We know you're scared. We get it. So, we have a surprise for you. Follow me. And if you want to stay seventeen for a bit longer, keep holding onto me. Time wo n't move for you if you keep touching me.'' 
 
 We walk downstairs, me holding onto his arm like my life depends on it, and into the kitchen. Mom is standing there, perfectly still, next to a small cake on the counter. Dad touches her arm, and she suddenly comes to life. 
 
 `` Happy Birthday honey!'' she shouts, hugging me and Dad. `` I made a cake for you, candles and all. I wrote both your names there, in case...'' she trails off. 
 
 True to her word, there were two names on the cake. My fake name, my greenie name, Leo written in green icing. Next to it, in black icing, my real name, a name I had n't used in a long time. It felt odd seeing it there, but also weirdly right. 
 
 Turning to her, I smile and say,'' Thanks Mom. Can I have a piece with the black one?'' 
 
 We celebrated, sang Happy birthday, and awkwardly had cake while trying to keep a hand on Dad each, and had a great time together. Neither my parents nor I even mentioned what happened once I turned eighteen. I did n't want to spoil the mood. Once we ran out of cake, I hugged mom one last time, and Dad took me up stairs. 
 
 `` If you want to be alone when they come, I understand,'' he told me,'' but your mother and I can be there if you want.'' 
 
 `` Thanks Dad, but I kinda want to be alone. Just in case.'' 
 
 He smiled, and sat me down in my chair, facing the clock on my desk. `` Good luck, Son. And Happy Birthday.'' 
 
 With that, he left, and the clock went forward again. 
 
 *Thirteen... * 
 
 I'm weirdly calm about this now. I think I can handle my powers, what ever they are. 
 
 *Ten seconds... * 
 
 I take a second to look at the photo of me and the gang. Lupin and Reptilia are messing with Bos, Lutra is making eyes at me, and I'm just laughing. I forget what I was laughing about, but it must've been nice. 
 
 *Five... * 
 
 Deep breath. It'll be different from here on out. 
 
 *Four... * 
 
 Please be a good power. Please do n't be evil... 
 
 *Three... * 
 
 Or at least something flashy... 
 
 *Two... * 
 
 Do n't blink, do n't miss it 
 
 *One... * 
 
 Here we go... 
 
 
 END 
 
 ( First post here, first short story. I hope you like it! ) 
 
 EDIT: Sequel incoming! Please be patient! 
 
 EDIT 2: Sequel posted!
