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through the room either breaking or knocking down everything else.  And I stood still.  The storm avoided me.  Cato wasn’t as safe.  Books constantly barraged him, slamming into his head, his chest and stomach.  The thought of Cato hurt by his own precious books made me smile.
    "Are you close enough to nature, now?"  I screamed at him.  "Do you think this is how Adil felt in the cyclone?"
    "Stop her!"  Cato yelled to someone behind me.  It didn’t matter.  All of my attention was on Cato.  I felt invincible.  Nobody could hurt me now.  An especially large chunk of hail flew through an open window, pelting Cato in the back of the head.  Trickles of blood seeped from various wounds, mixing with the rain, giving his skin an eerie red tint.
    I was so focused on Cato, I didn’t react when someone stepped in between us.  Micah moved directly in front of me, so close that he was protected from the makeshift missiles.  He was yelling at me, shaking me by the shoulders.  There was an annoying buzzing in my head.  In response, the storm grew stronger and the noise inside my brain was drowned out by the sound of wind, rain, and hail.  I laughed.
    Micah's hands moved from my shoulders to my waist.  Our eyes met; his jaw line was tense, determined.  His hands tightened around my sides, and he pulled me into him.  My chin lifted; his lips crushed my own.
    The same static shock I felt earlier was there again; only now ten times stronger.  It fizzled throughout my veins, causing my muscles to contract, raising my body temperature until I was sure I would burst into flames.
    The storm raged around us, and Micah fed off of it.  His intensity grew and grew, matching the strength of the storm.  I didn’t have time to understand.  I might have expected a fight, but not this.  His insistent tongue forced its way into my mouth and he eagerly delivered sharp bites to my lips.  His hold around my waist was tight, painful, and the more I tried to pull away, the more vigorous he became.  The wind swirled around us and its attempts to come between us just pressed us closer together.
    Realizing he was turning even fiercer than the storm, I relented.  I willed my body to relax into his arms, coaxing him away from brutality.  The hail stopped.  Micah loosened his hold around my waist, but didn’t completely let go.  The fizzling inside of me settled into a tranquil hum.  The wind died down to a mild breeze, caressing our bodies and Micah’s kiss turned gentle, his lips embracing spots bruised by his assault just seconds ago.
    Reality rushed back in a way that seemed more brutal than the storm.  My anger was focused on Cato, but I was responsible for thousands of deaths and vast amounts of damage as I carelessly pranced around the world.  I was a villain, a terrorist.  Lex Luthor.  Hitler.  The Anti-Christ.
    I had amazing powers, I had to accept that.  But what would they do for me?  Look what they had already done.  I was a kidnapped orphan, who just finished terrorizing an old man.  I pulled away from Micah, wrapping my arms around my waist and crumpling in on myself.  I needed redemption.  I looked back up at him.
    He shook his head and wiped away the wet strands of hair from my face, "This isn’t about you – it is much bigger than that."  I think he saw the desperation in my eyes.  Wrinkles creased his forehead.  "What can I do, what do you need?"
    What I needed was to be wanted in a world I no longer felt a part of.  More than that, I needed to be desired, loved in spite of my faults.  I needed something, or someone, to fill the void that had been empty far too long.  I said it as best as I could with three words.  "Kiss me again."
    He obliged, tentatively brushing his lips across mine.  I parted my lips, inviting him in.  We were oblivious to the medical staff running in to assist Cato, and to the gasps of terror, or maybe awe, or possibly both, when each new person entered the room.