“I’m sorry. There’s no cure.”
Caitlin was shell-shocked. Not unlike other kids, she’d often wished for superpowers. This, though? This was less superpower, more catastrophe waiting to happen.
The government scientist in the secret lab beneath the Science Museum said she was “apocaleptic”. Her seizures could trigger anything from small tremors in the earth to huge earthquakes. Somehow her brainwaves caused tectonic shifts, meaning she could cause a mass-casualty event just by fitting.
Having power meant being in control; she was far from in control.
“Why couldn’t I just have x-ray vision?” she wondered as the sedation pulled her under.