1.4: Understanding My Powers
Excerpt from Greg's Journal:
As a kid, I always liked to imagine myself with powers. Not just because it was cool and I was a kid, but because of all the potential that was there. I loved coming up with different ways to use powers that other people thought were lame, or to squeeze every drop of possibility out of an idea.
It made for a very active fantasy life, and I have several videos that George helped me make about all these cool heroes I'd thought of. For a while I even had notebooks full of powers and combinations that seemed really amazing.
That was actually one of the things that got me into collecting cape merch. I'd spend every allowance on cards, collectibles, figurines, and clothes, because I looked up to the heroes they represented with every fiber of my being. I was still young enough that I thought maybe one day I'd be one of those heroes and little kids would be looking up to me.
When I came home with my powers, the first thing that went through my mind was how amazing things would be once I figured out what they were. This led to a problem, because they were incredibly hard to figure out, and I started to get desperate. I got reckless. I got hurt.
It's bad enough being a desperate teenager, but one with powers? Far worse.
GregV.
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[Saturday, Dec 18, 2010]
Focus on a location...imagine myself there...and...damn! Still nothing!
I gave up on the latest of my attempts and finally entered my neighborhood. I'd been trying for the several blocks, and was finally starting to consider that my power probably wasn't teleportation. I reflected on the fact that confirmation bias...is really hard to overcome.
Confirmation bias, as I frequently forgot, was when someone heard new evidence or facts and bent it to fit an idea they already had. It wasn't not something you should try to make a habit of, especially for those prone to passionate hyperbole or jumping to conclusions. People like me.
So now after several minutes of trying to teleport, I had started to think that maybe I'd jumped the gun on my dreams of being the next Strider. In fact, I had even started to worry about what my powers actually were. What if I just exploded myself in directions? No, I had to calm down.
Home! I can eat, apply first aid, and all the things smart people do when hungry and injured.
By the time I got home I'd cheered up, since it's hard to stay sad when you've got powers. I decided to put aside any thoughts of the future until I dealt with the present. I was just lucky to make it home with my clothes and shoes (mostly) intact. Walking a mile in someone else's shoes was one thing, but a mile in shoes that were falling apart was something else entirely.
I used my key to unlock the door that I definitely locked before leaving the night before, because I was a responsible adult, and went inside. I realized I was all alone in the house, shrugged (painfully), and disrobed right then and there. It was a lot easier than it should have been.
I mean, I had seen magic shows where people had tear-away clothes, but this was my first experience doing it myself. My pants were shredded, my shirt a gooey mess, and even my socks looked like I'd been using them to clean a brick wall. I ripped it all off on my first try.
After that, I limped into the kitchen and just started gorging myself. Manners and such would have been nice (or at least silverware), but I was running on empty and had too many injuries to count, so I think I got a pass. All the leftovers in the fridge didn't judge me for my messy eating habits. Besides, I went straight from there into the shower...though I might have gone too fast.
Cranking the shower knob turned out to be a horrible mistake. Not because the water was too hot or cold, but because everything hurt, and water was a part of everything. I was actually glad that I was the only one home, because I let out such a yell (shriek) that I'm pretty sure my parents would have broken the door down if they'd been within a block of the house.
I gritted my teeth, breathed deeply through my nose, and waited until the pain simmered down from "The Siberian tearing me in half" to "Alexandria beating me with a nerf bat." It was a dull pain, and I felt every individual drop as it hit me.
Then I added soap, and it spiked back up to the previous level. Great.
But in the end it was all worth it, because about an hour later I was sitting in my room with more bandages on me than that time I had gone for Halloween as a Mummy. Specifically, from those movies that came out in the late 90s starring Bruce Willis and Demi Moore. Personally, I preferred the third one, but a lot of people always said the second one was best because of the Scorpion Lord (and that wrestler who played him, Steve Austin).
Anyway, I think I used up all the bandages in the house, but my scrapes and bruises finally felt...less horrible. Best of all, while I had been dressing my wounds I'd let my mind wander a bit to distract myself from the pain (of which there was a lot). During that period I had come up with a new Plan.
More plans seems like a bad idea. Am I really sure about this one? It sounded...painful.
Telling myself that I couldn't let a bit of pain distract me, I dug around in my room to find a notebook, then started writing. This was a plan that would call upon my vast cape expertise, as well as that of
people who weren't me and that meant that it was less likely to suffer the same pitfalls of my own plans.
It was pretty straightforward. Before I could start working on names, costumes, personas, or anything else important, it was very important that I figure out what my powers actually were. I mean, I had my suspicions, but it was better that I know my strengths (and limitations) long before even thinking about going out in the field.
Just imagine how red my face would be if I discovered I was bulletproof but not knife-proof!
Come to think of it, don't normal people have a weakness to getting stabbed by knives?
...I carefully crossed that one off my list.
Needless to say, I quickly hunted through PHO for all the threads I had bookmarked on the subject of Power Testing. Some of them were posted by the PRT, others had come from leaks and theorizing, and still more came from Roleplaying threads by nerds who I suspected of being secret villains. A few weren't even that good at being secret villains, since I was 80% sure that
N0tL33t was actually Leet.
Anyway, once I had all my data gathered, I quickly set about organizing them by powers, tests, and materials, then recorded it all in my notebook and headed out of my room. I had put on a tracksuit to cover up my copious bandages, as well as grabbing a cloth mask in case any of the neighbors saw me. I grabbed Dad's camera and tripod on the way downstairs, and set them up in the backyard pointed at the wall of the shed. It was nondescript enough that if someone got this footage they'd be unable to figure out who I was or where it was being shot.
The camera was important, because some of my results might only have been visible from a third-person view. Stuff like glowing, for instance. That was another reason for the shed, it was dark and well-sealed, providing a nice environment for several of my planned tests. I grabbed a few special materials out of the shed, avoiding the beehive that Dad had been promising to do something about for years. It had been a warm winter, and was even warmer in the shed, so I could see a bee or two poking their heads out of the little hive.
I left them alone for now, but I did feel a rumble in my tummy as they made me think about honey. I was probably still recovering a lot of body weight from my power usage the night before, as well as all that running. I didn't even want to think about how many calories or whatever I'd burned. I don't know cooking or nutrition, but it was probably a lot.
Jogging back inside, I quickly ate my bodyweight in microwave pizza, then sighed. I had left a huge mess, and knew that these tests would probably take all day. Grumbling, I carefully cleaned up my dishes and put my destroyed clothes in a garbage bag, then grabbed a few power bars from the cupboards and headed back outside.
***
The camera was flipped on, and I turned to the first page of my notes. I had interviews, I had patience, I had countless experiments planned, and I had the wealth of the internet at my fingertips. It was time to find my powers!
Plan #4: Finding Greg's Powers with Online Power Testing Suggestions
Teleportation (Mover)
Strider, one of the most well-known teleporters in the country, had once said in an interview that he had to call upon a perfect memory of place. Other teleporters, like the ABB's Oni Lee, required line of sight. Either way, it was a matter of destination and concentrations.
I spent several minutes staring at an open space of the grass in our backyard. I got on my knees and examined the spot, pushing every detail of the grass, clover, and dirt into my brain. I focused, closing my eyes, despite every ounce of my will...nothing happened.
Nope, not a teleporter. On the plus side, I didn't explode this time either. On to the next suspect!
Super Speed (Mover)
Velocity had claimed that he just "flicked a switch" in his mind, but had also been very cagey with talking about his powers. Other speedsters described it differently, but all of them seemed to involve some kind of movement that went beyond their own physical power. I had literally just watched the man, and aside from an odd blur around him he hadn't even seemed winded. The blur also made him seem to have a hazy aura, but that may have just a Breaker state…
Either way, I spent a painful chunk of time running around the backyard, trying to push myself to overcome my physical limits. I say "painful" because my legs still felt like someone had tried to kneecap me and missed the first dozen times. Still, no blurring, no speed, no...fast.
Another one bites the dust. Maybe...maybe I should sit down for a few minutes. Hoo boy.
Super Strength (Brute)
Nearly every Brute I could find info about online seemed to just be strong all the time, and had trouble dialing it down. Glory Girl once gave an interview (which her mother got taken down) where she said her strength was super 'all the time' and that was why she sometimes overdid it when it came to hitting stuff. I felt bad for her, because like me people judged her based on her mistakes. I guess that was some food for thought.
Anyway, this one seemed much easier to test. I had tried lifting some of Dad's weights, to move them outside for testing. They weighed 25 pounds. I gave up after a minute. This test wasn't even worth trying.
I really need to start exercising. No matter what my powers are, I need to be stronger.
Super Toughness (Brute)
...I dropped one of the weights on my foot. Nothing got broken, but I didn't have Toughness.
Well, at least that one was fast. I wonder if there are any more ice packs in the freezer?
Tinker of Some Kind
There were loads of articles and videos about Tinkers. One thing they all had in common was the fact that they would see electronics and tech, and be struck with ideas. This did not happen to me. Not even when I dug some random tools and parts out of a box in the basement.
Probably for the best. I'm not exactly swimming in cash, and being a Tinker seems expensive.
Thinker
I played a few really hard games on my computer, as well as taking some Mensa tests. I scored well, but not well enough to be any kind of Thinker. Also, I'm pretty sure the computer was cheating at chess, but my powers didn't let me punish it. Double letdown.
Well, that's one less headache to worry about. Dang, Dad would have loved that joke.
Trump
Eidolon, one of my favorite heroes, was usually pretty tight-lipped about his abilities. Somehow he'd once made a throwaway remark to a reporter after an Endbringer fight, and that held a clue that very much interested me. Mainly, because it sounded similar to my own escape the night before. Essentially, he said that his powers came from what he called
need. He'd focus on what he needed, form a power that fit those specifications, and then...there it was.
Which is why I spent a good five minutes standing in the shed, door closed, focused on the fact that it was totally dark. I could hear the bees buzz a little, knew there were some sharp objects around me, and that I'd be in danger from both. Despite all that, I didn't start glowing or get night vision. I did stub my toe, though.
Eh, probably better that I'm not a Trump. Their powers are always so strange and confusing.
Blaster
No matter how much I pointed at things, grunted, and tried to focus on bringing my inner energies out, nothing happened. Not even when I focused on electricity, fire, acid, ice, water, time, wood, metal, dreams, force, ki, chi, qi, happiness, anger, and anything else I could think of.
Given how I tried to attack George when he poked me with a broom, maybe this is for the best.
Shaker
In interviews I'd seen with both Vista and Narwhal, both had admitted that the first time they used their powers it was as a reaction to danger or surprise. Vista had said she separated two people who were annoying her (though that interview was deleted). As for Narwhal, she said that someone had tried to hit her soon after she got her powers, and a shield just...appeared.
My own experiences were less dramatic than theirs. I recorded myself throwing a baseball into the air and then standing there while it came down and clocked me on the head. I'd like to say that I manifested a force shield like Narwhal's. I'd love to say that I ignored it the way The Siberian ignores physics. I wish I could say that the ball froze in the air on top of my head like some sort of odd hat, like when Clockblocker touches things.
None of that happened. I just got hit in the head with a baseball and went down like a sack of potatoes. To add injurious insult to injury, the ball bounced off the shed and I landed on it on my way down, leaving a huge bruise with baseball-stitching running down it on my shoulder.
Why couldn't George have been into tennis instead of baseball? Maybe some calmer tests…
Stranger
I only needed a few minutes of staring at one of my neighbors as he watered his lawn, focusing with all my might on him not noticing me, to feel creeped out by
myself. Also, he saw me.
Yeah, being a Stranger would lead to way too many terrible opportunities. My rep's bad enough.
Changer
Staring at magazines just made me jealous of how much better looking than me all the men and women were. Imagining my body changing to match theirs was equally ineffective. I even ran through all the elements again, but felt no affinity for any of them. I did get jealous, though, at how happy some of the models seemed.
This is starting to hurt my self esteem…but at the same time I'm afraid to try the next one.
Master
Testing a Master power was a lot harder than the others, because in my own head I really
didn't want my power to be that. Everyone knew what had happened to Canary, and Masters generally had a really bad reputation...but I didn't want it for two of my own reasons. First, because people would look at my past and instantly think the worst of me. Second, because my own thoughts earlier today had told me that I had poor impulse control...so I was the worst possible person to actually get a Master power.
Despite that, I still walked around the neighborhood (without my mask) and did my best to try and...ugh...
control people and animals. Luckily, aside from getting some odd looks, nothing happened. Nobody fell to their knees, did the things I mentally commanded, or declared their devotion to me. Their dogs also remained aloof. A bird tried to poop on me.
Later, as I stood in front of the shed and stared at one of the little bees buzzing around its door, I remembered the time one of them had stung me years back. I was so deep in the memory that, as I was recalling this painful experience, a bee actually landed on my hand...in the same place I'd been stung all those years ago. It was a hell of a coincidence, and then my eyes bugged out.
Wait, is...am I some kind of Bug Master? Holy crap! Okay, let's see if I can get it to do stuff.
"I will call you Susan Bee Anthony," I told the bee, already trying to remember the feeling I'd had when first making it land on me. Bug powers were kind of lame, but it was my first success and we already had a bee hive so I expected to make it a part of my early training. "Don't sting me, but protect me from my enemies. I will make you a Queen, Susan, and together we wi-"
Susan stung me.
I said a very bad word, very loudly, while Susan flew off to go die in some place that traitors and liars go when they want to die. I climbed to my feet and went off in search of an ice pack. As I was icing my hand I noted that the sun was setting, and decided to call it quits for the day.
Time to order a pizza, put on new bandages, and think about how tomorrow can be better.
***
As I munched on another slice of pizza (meat supreme with spinach and mushrooms), I considered that maybe I had gone into my power testing with my expectations too high. The reason my tests had gotten more and more desperate, and why I'd been willing to trust info I got off the internet, was because I had assumed that I would just
get it at some point.
I had watched plenty of anime and read many comic books, and several of them had a trope where the protagonist would train like crazy on some new technique with no luck...and then suddenly get it when they least expected it. The knowledge had been drilled into them, and they just needed that one thing to make it all come together.
It was like that movie,
The Karate Kid (starring teen hearthrob Corey Feldman), where Daniel trained in washing and waxing to learn proper discipline and movements. He got really annoyed at his sensei (played by George Takei) for not teaching him to fight, but the sensei held firm. Daniel eventually went to a fighting championship and realized that his movements matched those of actual fighters, that he just had to stop thinking so much and follow his instincts.
Then he made an illegal move and won the girl. I'm...not sure what the message was there.
Anyway, I had thought that there was the tiniest chance that I'd eventually just have such an epiphany. That all my efforts would get me to the edge of exhaustion and my failures would push my mind to its limit of patience. That it would hit me, like a bolt of lightning, and suddenly my powers would unleash. But no, I'd just hurt myself with a bunch of dumb tests.
I didn't let my failures get me down, though. Look at the bright side!
Now I had a long list of things I had tried that hadn't worked. This might have seemed like a bad thing, but I was trying to get in the habit of being positive. This was a good thing, because now I had knocked a whole pile of stuff off my list. If I ever came across any of these tests again, I didn't even have to spare them a thought. This was
progress!
So, was my Hypothesis wrong, or the Research? This is what I get for trusting the Internet!
Hmm, I was pretty sure that either way I was going to have to start from scratch. But again, this was a good thing, because each time I went back through the experiments and questions I was sure to see something new. This was why I was keeping my journal, why I had written everything down, and why I had been recording my tests…
Crap, I left the video camera out in the backyard. Better go get it.
I got up and put the leftover pizza in the fridge, my appetite having finally tapered off. I stood there for a moment, taking solace in the cool and soothing feeling of cold air on my many bruises. I almost didn't hear the sound of a car engine outside.
That car has a very familiar knocking noise. Sounds kind of like Dad's car...
Already full of pizza and distracted by thoughts of what tomorrow might bring, I wandered to the window and moved a curtain a bit to take a peek. It was hard to see since the lights were on inside and the street lights were fairly dim, but...
Not only does it sound like the Dad's car, but it also looks like it. Wait a second.
Ten seconds later, I was halfway up the stairs, having taken off just as I'd heard a key rattling in the lock of the front door. Against all odds, I didn't trip and fall back down the stairs, and managed to make it to my room just as I heard the door open.
Right, Mom had said that they might be back tonight. Guess I got caught up in the testing.
Or maybe the whole "multiple near-death experiences" thing distracted me.
I knew they would have questions and comments on the current state of my body, so I scratched up a quick note and stuck it on my door, then flicked the lights and slipped into bed.
"Greg, honey, are you-" Mom's voice cut off, and I heard her fingernails scratching at the door as she lifted the hastily-written note I'd taped to my door. I could hear her muttering as she read it, and did my best not to hold my breath as she considered whether to let me "sleep" or barge in and ask how an "art project" could exhaust me enough to go to bed at 8pm. It worked, though.
After that, there were a few mutters and creaks as they got ready for bed. As yet another board squeaked, I made a mental note to use my powers to fix some of the flooring in this house. It was going to be impossible to sneak in and out with the wood screaming every time I came back after successfully defeating criminals in town. Maybe I could just fly out the window?
Fixing the house? Fighting criminals? I can't even make a decent plan, or figure out my powers.
Ah, there was the old self-doubt. With my body and mind too active to sleep, my anxiety had started to creep in. I couldn't get up, use my computer, or move around...heck, I could barely move without rolling onto one of my wounds. So my mind started to wander, even as I heard my parents and George getting ready for bed.
Instead of thinking about my family, though, I was thinking about my Plans. Not about making new ones, or trying to fix the old ones, but something far more pressing. I wanted to try and figure out why I was so garbage at making plans, and why I had never realized it before today.
***
I decided to boil them down to their core principles and think critically. It wasn't easy, but I had to learn not to make the same mistakes over and over...and looking at my most recent mistakes was a great place to start.
Plan #1: Revenge. Use my powers to beat up bullies and those who tormented me.
Or, put another way, use my powers to hurt people who I think deserve it, based on what they did to me as kids, as well as to impress people and show off. Not heroic. Kinda criminal, really.
Plan #2: Rebirth. Create a cape persona, and focus all my attention on making it amazing!
...at the cost of my existing persona, Greg Veder. Sure, I might be a hero, but I'd have to give up on the guy under the mask. Sacrificing 15 years of Greg for a chance at something better.
Plan #3: George. He's older than me, smarter than me, and makes better plans than me.
But he's also not me. If I keep running to George and my parents for everything, I'll never learn to handle my own problems. I can't always depend on them...someday, they'll be gone.
Plan #4: Powers...forget the future, focus on now. Right now, I need to know my powers.
Focusing only on right now was stupid. I put myself in real danger in the past 24 hours. If I keep this up, I won't have a future. Focusing entirely on my powers is a bad idea.
Hmmm. Well, I recognized my mistakes thanks to the magic of hindsight, but that didn't really help me decide what to do next. Maybe instead of looking to my own present or future, I should look at other people's past and present? See what the parahumans before me had done?
Being as quiet as I could, I slipped out of bed and over to my computer. I searched around PHO, and then the wider Internet when that didn't help much. I was looking for news stories about other people in my situation. Teenaged capes who got powers and had shown problems beforehand. Kids who came from broken homes, had serious discipline problems, or were just plain terrible...and then got powers.
The results were, in a word, bad. Most of my info came from comments made by anonymous friends or family of the parahumans, but they all spoke of lives that powers only made worse.
- Acidbath was a sociopath who triggered and went straight into murder. Ended up in the Birdcage.
- Damsel of Distress was homeless and was surmised to be a victim of domestic abuse.
- Blasto once mentioned that his family kicked him out and shunned him.
- Redacted records show that Lab Rat was skipping school (bullies?).
- Shadow Stalker was a Ward, but she'd killed a guy before they "recruited" her. I heavily doubted that she'd grown up in a nice house with a picket fence
- That new Tinker, Bakuda, supposedly had snapped from family and school pressure before going villain and blowing a guy into tiny pieces.
It was pretty damning evidence. People who had tough and crappy lives before getting their powers ended up as either crappy people...or outright villains. I couldn't let that be my future.
I sat there in the dark for hours, only lit by my monitor's glow. I tried typing a few things out and did a few more searches, but nothing really stuck. Then I started thinking about how I would do something like this
without powers, and something started to click.
Even this research came from me thinking of other people. Maybe that's the answer?
Hmm, hypothetical scenario...removing myself from the equation...
Okay, so what if I had a friend and they got powers? If they were depressed, felt like their family didn't love them, felt overshadowed by an older sibling, felt shunned by their classmates? What would I say to someone who
wasn't me to help them? What could I do, that would help them overcome their weaknesses, recognize their strengths, and still juggle life and their powers?
I thought about it, eyes closed and hands on my keyboard...and then I began to type.
***
By the time the sun was just peeking over the horizon, my fingers danced across the keyboard as I worked on a new password-protected document. This would be my journal, and I'd use it to document this journey I was taking. I had even gone back and written entries for the last day or two, just to get caught up. I knew that this new plan-
No! Not a plan. No more plans. I'm not making any more plans until I can trust myself.
No, I knew that this was the right
path.
I would delay my heroic debut. I would make sure that by the time I was ready to do stuff like make a costume and start training, I was the best Greg I could be. I had to learn how to look at myself in the mirror and be proud. I had to make sure that the man under the mask was just as strong as the powers he held!
I mean, I might train my powers a little, but nothing as extreme as what I was doing yesterday.
Those hadn't been the actions of someone who wanted to learn about themselves and help others...they were the actions of a desperate child. I could never be someone like that if I wanted to help people...much less help myself. No, I was going to make a better
me.
With today's entry done, I scrolled up to the top of the journal and gave it a snazzy title:
From Hated to Hero: Making a Better Greg, So That Greg Can Be the Best Hero Possible
It was a bit verbose, but that's Greg Veder for you. Even if I changed, I'd still be me, at heart.
Yeah. I think I can make this work. What could go wrong?
Just after I hit Save, I stood up from my chair and my back let out a sound that I barely heard over the intense wave of both pleasure and pain that rippled down my spine. I'd never been healed by Panacea, and probably never would, but I was pretty sure this was how it felt.
I rolled my chair back a bit, wincing at the sound of its broken wheel scraping on the floor, and looked up as I heard a squeak from the hallway.
My door opened, and George stuck his head in. "Hey, Greg, I was wondering if we could-"
He stopped.
He saw me, covered in bandages, tired, with a huge bruise on my face. Without a word, he stepped into my room, and shut the door behind him.
Oh right, that could go wrong. You know, now would be a great time for my powers to kick in.
But unfortunately, I didn't manifest a power that reversed time. I didn't suddenly have a Stranger power that made him forget he saw me. Hell, I didn't even get another painful teleport!
Thanks, powers. I totally don't get you at all.
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Next time on From Hated to Hero: Greg has a calm and rational discussion with his beloved older brother, who helps his parents understand Greg's odd situation. No, wait...the exact opposite of most of that. Also a lot of yelling, because they're siblings. It might not end well.
Edits 11Sept2020: Originally, the idea was that Greg would go through a bunch of wacky homebrew power-testing, having no luck because he's a Trump. It made for some nice physical humor as the poor deluded Greg beat himself up for nothing...but was also really heavy on the crack. As vignettes, I think it works better, without losing the point of him being passionate and desperate. In a few chapters he's going to be trying to act different, and needs a foundation.