[ WP ] Everybody made fun of you in hero school because your superpower was `` free refills , '' but now you discover it has bigger implications than anyone realized .

No one thought my superpower would amount to much. Least of all me. `` Free refills''? What, you just pour people drinks? You're coming to Hero School to learn how to be a glorified bartender? 
 
 These are the questions I was berated with every time I told someone about my power. These are the questions I'd ask myself everyday in class, as the lecturers spoke to us about the ethical use of our powers, and how best to employ them to benefit mankind. These lectures were more geared towards the *really* gifted few, those with telekinesis or superstrength. I was wasting my time in Hero School. 
 
 I dropped out, and found work at a bar. It did n't take long before the bar owner realised I was the best employee she'd ever had. Her profit would triple whenever I was on duty. I chalked it up to my charms, and my shifts being during peak hours. But it did n't take her long to realise that even though I was selling a lot of alcohol, her stock did n't decrease. 
 
 I quit before she could confront me. Even though I was good for business, my employment was a direct contravention of the Privilege of Powers Act of 2053. She would have to fire me, then have me arrested. That's not something I wanted to have happen. 
 
 But now I was broke, and unemployed, and unskilled. Moreover, I was hungry. Not physically hungry - I had three meals a day, despite never buying food - but a deeper hunger; an emptiness of the soul. I was wasting my life away, and needed something to give it meaning. 
 
 I found something to give my life for, though sometimes I wish I had n't. The memory haunts me, still. Her face. Her eyes. Her small, frail body. 
 
 She was lying on the side of the road. A white Volvo sedan lay next to, overturned and mangled. Black tyre marks lead to an SUV sports car, which sat hugging a thick tree, smoke billowing up from the wreck. 
 
 I had seen the crash as it happened: the Volvo, waiting at the lights for them to turn green. The Volvo, accelerating forward as they did. The Volvo, accelerating sideways as the SUV smashed into it after running a red. The Volvo, flying end over end across the road, eventually coming to a skidding halt upside down, with the female driver dead and a small six year old girl hanging out of the back window. 
 
 I ran to her as the SUV careened into the tree. She was unconscious, with a huge bruise on her head. Her face was pale, which was understandable as her hear was matted to asphalt by a large pool of blood. Blood that gushed out from a deep laceration on her fragile neck. 
 
 Without thinking, I cupped her neck in my hands. I willed my power onto her. Her face began to liven as I refilled her body with the blood she had lost. Her head stirred in my hands, and she opened her eyes and looked up at me. They were bloodshot, and unfocused, but they could see. They were living eyes, belonging to a girl who was alive too.
