[ WP ] Your entire life you 've periodically checked to see if you had superpowers , just for fun . Unknown to you , it worked every time . You just did n't realize it .

Tom glanced around nervously. There was n't anyone else around. Slowly, with utmost care, he moved his hand forward. *Move*, he thought desperately at the air around him. *Move*! 
 
 Nothing. 
 
 `` Dammit,'' he sighed. It'd been a dumb idea. He saw this show on TV with this boy who could manipulate air currents, so he thought maybe... maybe... 
 
 Tom made his way back home feeling utterly stupid. He did n't notice the fire hydrant that had exploded the next street over. 
 
 
 -- - 
 
 
 `` This time it'll work,'' Tom said under his breath. It was dark out, the moon's rays cleaving through the stillness of the forest, dappling the ground in an unearthly silver. 
 
 He set his feet a shoulder width apart, centering his body as he grounded himself. *Move*, he thought at the ground. *Just move already*! 
 
 He strained, and strained, and strained... but nothing happened. 
 
 `` Drat,'' Tom bit out, when it started raining in earnest. The forecast had said it was supposed to be a clear night. He hurried to the tent he'd pitched, feeling like a giant ass. 
 
 
 -- - 
 
 
 Tom extricated one of his hands from underneath him, breathing heavily. The floor was cold against his cheek. Now would be a really good time for any latent superpowers to manifest, he decided. 
 
 `` Nobody move!'' barked one of the gunmen, pistol trained at an elderly lady. `` As long as you listen, ai n't nobody gon na have any trouble!'' 
 
 Tom focused imagining the flow of blood at the top of his index finger. *Move*, he willed it, *Light on fire*! *Just... just fucking do something*! 
 
 Nothing happened. 
 
 `` Now you lot listen up!'' the gunman said as he strode across the bank. `` The police are gon na be here soon, and when they-'' 
 
 He cut himself off with a grunt as he slipped on a puddle of water on the floor, careening forwards to slam his head against the front desk. `` Boss?'' cried one of the goons, rushing to his side. `` Boss, you okay?'' 
 
 The would-be robbers eventually decided to take a plea deal to get their leader the hospital care he desperately needed for his fractured skull. The toilets had flooded, it turned out afterwards. The porcelain has been smashed by the sheer force of the water bursting out of it. 
 
 Tom sighed as he was led out of the bank and into the bright sunlight outside. Guess fire was out. 
 
 Maybe he'd try water next.
