You discover your superpower as you 're being attacked . What happens next ? [ WP ]

I didn ’ t hear them come up behind me. I was walking home after my first successful date in a long time and was too busy thinking about how well it went to notice my surroundings. One of them grabbed my shoulders and shoved me into an alleyway. I stumbled and fell straight on my ass. I put my hands down to break my fall and was rewarded with a cut as my left hand slid along the edge of a garbage can. I scrambled to get on my feet as four men entered the alley. 
 
 “ Hey sugar, ” one of the men said. “ Looking for a party? ” 
 
 “ Nope, no - I was just heading home, ” I said as if this was just a casual conversation. I could feel blood dripping down my finger. 
 
 “ You ain ’ t going nowhere, ” said another one of the men. They were slowly advancing towards me as I was stepping backwards. 
 
 The man closest to me, lunged at me and shoved me against the wall. All I could think was that this was going to ruin my chances with Ben. I don ’ t know why I thought it would or why that was the thought that crossed my head in this situation. 
 
 Another one of the men grabbed one of my hands and shoved it hard up against the wall. As a third man was reaching for the hand that was bleeding, I attempted to shove at him. My bloody hand made contact with his skin. 
 
 I heard the sizzle before he screamed. 
 
 “ What happened? ” one of the men shouted. 
 
 “ The bitch burned me. ” The man I had touched was holding onto his forearm as smoke was wisping up from it. I could see the skin bubbling. 
 
 The fourth man ran to grab my wrist. He shoved my forearm hard against the wall. “ Fucking bitch! ” he shouted. 
 
 I felt blood drip down my hand and turned my head to see the blood making contact with the man ’ s skin. It sizzled and bubbled and he shouted as he backed away from me. 
 
 There were now two men in the alley holding their arms and screaming in pain. The other two men holding me let go and ran, leaving their compatriots behind. I ran out the other side of the alley and ran the rest of the way home. As I ran, pumping my arms up and down, blood flicked off of my hand onto the sidewalk. I heard a sizzling sound each time that arm pumped downwards. 
 
 When I reached my driveway, I slowed down and walking down the drive. I shook my hand and the blood hit the pavement. It sizzled and created a small hole. I used the hose to rinse my hand. As soon as the water hit it, the bleeding stopped and my wound closed. 
 
 That was the day I learned that my blood had magic in it. It wasn ’ t until later I would learn that my family had always had magic blood.
