Lucky Strike (Super Harem #1) - Catherine Banks Page 0,3

bed. I glanced down and sighed in relief. I still had my boobs. I’d worried they might have burned off in that goop or something.

My mouth shot open, and I reached up, immediately sighing in relief when I touched my hair.

Phew. Not bald.

“Good morning,” a female voice said over an intercom in my room.

I looked around until I spotted the woman sitting behind a control panel. She waved.

“Why am I in the containment box?” I asked. Cobalt had told me about this before. The villains were put in these boxes with no way out. The boxes were inside a room that also had sealed doors to aid in preventing their escape.

“Safety precaution. It seems you have some new powers and since you aren’t trained to use them, we didn’t want to risk you hurting anyone,” she said. “Are you hungry?”

I nodded even though I wasn’t certain I was hungry. It just seemed the appropriate response.

She spoke into a phone, but I couldn’t hear her. She had to have muted her mic.

A moment later, a man in a uniform with a gun on his hip walked to my box with a tray of food. “Stay back,” he ordered me.

I nodded.

The door buzzed open, he set the tray on the ground by the door, and then the door shut.

I waited until he had backed away before moving to get the tray. Without even paying attention, I ate the food.

“We’d like you to try to use your powers,” the woman said.

“What type of powers do I have? How do you even know I have any?” I asked and wiped my mouth.

“We don’t know what type you have, but we are certain you have them.”

Interesting.

I looked down at my hands and took a breath. Cobalt didn’t have many powers. He was strong, could take a beating, and could fly.

How did I access them?

“Do you feel any heat or a weird tingle in the center of your chest?” The woman asked.

I almost rolled my eyes at her, but now that she had said it, I did feel something in the center of my chest.

I focused on it and imagined drawing it out.

With a gasp and an explosion, a silver light surrounded me, sizzling and crackling. It looked like a lightning barrier.

“Whoa,” I whispered.

An alarm had sounded, and I realized I had blown the door off.

“Stay in your cell,” the woman ordered me.

I looked at her with an arched brow. “You’re the one who told me to use my powers.”

I saw her throat bob. “Stay in your cell, Jen.”

I scowled. “My name is not Jen.”

The bracelet on my wrist had a red light and it blinked twice before shocking me.

They were trying to electrocute me. Wow. Rude.

With a glare, the bracelet exploded, and the woman started yelling into her phone.

Transistor was right, these people were evil.

I stepped out of my cell and the man from earlier charged me with his weapon drawn. “Stop and lay down.”

“You lay down,” I said and pointed my finger at him. A bolt of silver light shot from my fingertip to his gun, making it explode.

He cried out and clutched his hand, which was bleeding and missing a few fingers.

“My bad,” I called. “I’ve got to work on my control. First day with powers and all.”

An older man in a suit with a dozen guards walked into the room. “What seems to be the problem?” he asked. He had gray hair and looked incredibly calm, though there was a disturbing glint of excitement in his eyes.

“She told me to use my powers and then tried to electrocute me when they made the door fly off,” I said. “Then, this idiot was going to shoot me for following orders.”

He glanced at the bleeding guard and arched a brow at me.

I shrugged. “I’m untrained. I can’t control it that well.”

“We don’t wish to harm you, Miss Jen,” he said.

“Don’t call me that!” I snapped.

He smirked. “We just want to help you. If you follow me, we will take you to more comfortable accommodations. We will assign a hero to train you.”

“And what if I want to leave?” I asked.

The guards tensed, but the man just shrugged. “We don’t want to lock you up, but we cannot allow an untrained person to run around making things explode.” He looked at the bleeding guard pointedly.

Yeah, okay. He had a point.

“Fine, but only until I can control it,” I said.

He nodded. “What name do you want to go by?”

I thought about it and said, “Lucy.”

“Very well.