Every person is born with the potential for power, and back before technology advanced, only one in one hundred people unlocked their power. Now, its one in five. Between the ages of sixteen and twenty is when it usually begins, small flickers of power, a shadow of what could come. But there's something new on the horizon.

Ten minutes of pure power, in one tiny capsule, in exchange for being able to access your power for the rest of your life. The catch? Its dangerous. Extremely so. The process is far from perfect, a bunch of powered people pushed to their limit, overflowing with power, in a small room, for ten minutes. People get hurt. Some peoples limit is lower than others, and there's no way to tell ones limit beforehand. The company producing this pill surge arts- is not liable for any injuries or deaths that may result from this process. All participants signed up willingly in exchange for a shot at being the next biggest hero.

Free training is provided, as well as living spaces, food and clothing. Every power is unique, and the powers of your parents has no bearing on your power, nobody know what power they'll have until they either unlock it naturally or take the pill.

Despite the danger and instability of the project, thousands come into the facilities everyday to take the pill and have a chance at being a hero. Why? Villains are tearing up the streets in a power fueled rage, destroying buildings, hurting people, they're tearing this city apart. Villains with enough power to level skyscrapers are flooding the streets, organized crime as at an all time high, and it keep climbing. Surge arts is a chance to be the person to put a stop to this, to stop the death and destruction.

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i look out the front windshield at the massive white building infront of me. it looms over me, casting it's shadow over my car as i carefully pull into a parking space. the parking lot is mostly empty, as it usually is at this time of day.


taking a deep breath, i steady myself. this is what i want. i grimace when i think of my parting words to my mother, i should have been more kind. she cares, she doesn't want me hurt. too bad i have a bit of a hero complex. unbuckling my seatbelt i step out of my car, pocketing my keys, slamming the door shut and making the long walk to the front entrance. it fells long, at least. it's probably only a minute or two.

i grab the handles of the glass doors, pausing. i could turn back, could go home and apologize. i swing open the door, stepping inside. a blond woman with her hair up in a messy ponytail is waiting for me in the lobby, sitting in one of the nice white chairs. she jumps to her feet when she sees me, smiling and rushing over in her heels. i opted for slip on white Vans, something simple that i can't hurt myself with for today.

"good afternoon, Mrs. Dawson, i presume?" she asks, extending her hand to shake. i take it. "thats me" i nod. "ok so, all your paper work looks good, except it seems there's been a mix up, two first names have been listed and no middle name has been listed" she tells me, glancing at her clipboard. "uh, no. no that's right" i say awkwardly, she nods, sliding her pencil back behind her ear.

"alright then! i'm going to ask you to empty your pockets for me" she says, holding out a metal tray like the ones you would find in TSA. i gesture to the black leggings clinging to my slender legs "no pockets here" i grimace, could i sound more cringey? to her credit, the woman gives a realistic fake laugh for my sake, and for that i am eternally grateful. "alright then, head on in here" she says, holding a door open for me "feel free to get to know everyone while you wait"

I look around at the numerous other people- some young like me, some older.
All with the same goal.
I take in a shaky breath. Alright. Here goes. I hope I'm strong enough. I hope I'm brave enough. But with who my mother is..... I feel I owe this to society.

the room is large and circular, filled to the brim with people like me. glasses of water are passed out, and the blond haired women steps onto a raised platform in the room.

"good after noon, everyone!" she greets cheerfully, sliding her clipboard under her arm "my name is Angela, but you know that my bow" she gestures to the name card pinned to her white shirt "and i know why you're all here. in a moment, pills will be passed out to all of you. please only take one, and for everyone's safety, do not take the pill until i tell you to. glasses of water have been provided for every one to wash the pill down, i will return shortly to hand out pills" she says, stepping back. the crowd shifts nervously, and while the blond woman leaves, people begin talking to one another.

My heart begins to beat a little faster. The moment of truth is rapidly approaching...... I am excited, but at the same time nervous. I listen intently, not wanting to miss anything.

I slip inside without a second thought, I didn't care what happened really. I fiddled with the handle on my dagger.

Viper stood up from the corner they were in and looked around, trying to stay to themself.

glancing around, i turn to the person next to me; a girl with a black mask and a hoodie on. "what do you think his power is going to be?" i ask, pointing to a green haired man in the crowd. i'm not actually interested in what she thinks his power will be, honestly there is no way to tell, but i need to talk to someone to dull the anxiety pooling in my gut.

I spot two girls talking and slip over so that I'm behind them but not really in sight, I listen in on their conversation.

the girl gives me a pointed glare, ignoring me. so i turn to the next person; a girl with long black braids. "hi" i wave, giving her my most convincing grin. she doesn't need to know how nervous i am that would probably make her nervous. "so um, what powers do you think you'll get?" i ask "my parents are pretty low level; my mom knows the exact dimensions of something with one glance - she's an engineer- and my dad has the ability to read things from any angle in any language. i'll probably get something low level like that, maybe be able to move small objects or tell where someone is hurt" i ramble, cringing. so much for not letting anyone know i'm nervous.