"It's a very simple experiment." The scientists told the two teens, letting them into the room.
"About what?" Spirit asked, though her attention was more on the room. Mind Bullets gave a nod signaling that he wanted to know the same thing. The scientists slammed the door behind them. Spirit didn't seem to notice, but Mind Bullets jumped a little.
"They just left us." He pointed out, following Spirit deeper in the room.
"No they didn't." She replied, enjoying the high ceilings of the room. "They're up here in this room." Mind Bullets had to get up on his toes and crank his neck to see where Spirit was referencing.
A large pane of glass separated the two rooms. Inside of the smaller room were the trio scientists who had brought them into the room. The one in the middle answered the question from earlier.
"It's an experiment in switching powers.” This answer had caught both teens off guard, but for different reasons.
“Could you have told us that before we signed up?” Mind Bullets asked, shifting around a little. He didn’t know if he agreed with this experiment.
“I don’t think I really have… powers, per say.” Spirit commented, showing her own issues with this idea. “More like, abilities.”
“That will not be an issue, dear.” The scientist on the left replied, ignoring Mind Bullet’s question. “Abilities can be switched as well as powers.” Spirit gave that response a nod, and continued to look around the room. It was a large gray room, with a tile floor that matched the walls. Along the back was one long table, filled with random beakers and stools. Mind Bullets was going to make a comment about how stereotypical this room seemed, but he didn’t get the chance.
“If you two could get together in the middle, we could start the experiment,” requested the scientist on the right. Apparently they had a need to speak one at a time.
Neither teen saw any reason not to listen to the request given, so they met up in the middle of the room. Spirit took the time to point out the giant nozzle above them, figuring it was supposed to be a part of the experiment. Mind Bullets agreed, and it sent a shiver down his spine. The nozzle, like the rest of the room, was a grey that matched everything and would be almost impossible to see if it weren’t for the deep holes inside of it.
“Don’t look directly at the nozzle, children.” The scientist in the middle warned. “It’ll get in your eyes.”
“It?” Mind Bullets questioned, a little more determined to get answers than before. “What exactly is that nozzle going to do to us?”
“It’s a spray.” The scientist on the left answered. “It’s easier just to wait for the experiment to happen.” With that statement, the scientists simultaneously got out of their seats and started to exit the room. Mind Bullets tried to call out to them and get more answers, but his voice didn’t seem to want to make the proper words. He huffed, and Spirit attempted to put a hand on his shoulder to ease his annoyance. The scientist that had been sitting on the right came back into the upper room to give one more tidbit before leaving.
“We’ll be back once the experiment has commenced, in approximately fifteen minutes.” And with that, she left, leaving the two teens alone.
Before either of them could make a comment about their current situation, a blaring noise broke through the room, signaling that the experiment had begun. A hissing sound coming from the nozzle followed it. Mind Bullets flinched at these sudden sounds and Spirit couldn’t help but look upwards.
While it was obvious that the white substance coming out of the nozzle was just smoke, its thickness created a sight barrier and its chill created goose bumps. It snaked across their bodies, almost like it was trying to steal something away from them. It was a slow crawl across their bodies that suddenly disappeared after an uncomfortable minute. Before either teen could give a vocal reaction, Spirit tanked to the ground and Mind Bullets was thrust into the air.
Spirit wasn’t particularly hurt when she fell – more like surprised – so she easily recovered and found where her companion had gone. She watched wide-eyed as Mind Bullets flailed around in the air, attempting to ask how to get down. He wasn’t used to that level of levitation.
Spirit, who didn’t seem to mind suddenly being grounded, took this opportunity to laugh at the distressed actions of the other teen. She though flailing was quite funny to watch, especially when the one doing it had flipped over onto his back like a turtle and couldn’t get back up.
“Spirit!” Mind Bullets whined, “Quit laughing at me and help me down!” Spirit laughed a little more before complying with his request.
It turned out complying would be harder than it sounded. Spirit hadn’t walked in so long it was almost impossible for her body to physically do so. She had to force each step towards the back of the room. Mind Bullets let out a whine as he watched her go. It looked like he had to figure out a way down himself.
He tried to control his flailing into motions more beneficial, and managed to create a backstroke of sorts, flipping himself right side up. Mind Bullets still couldn’t get down, but at least he could see right side up again. He looked over to see where Spirit had gone, and what he saw didn’t make him happy.
“We have switched uniforms!” He gasped, forgetting about anything remotely helpful to tell his friend. Mind Bullets threw his hands to his face, panicked because of the lack of a mask. Spirit gave herself a quick look over. Their uniforms had been switched. She mentally noted that it was an odd side effect of the experiment, but that was all she did.
“We can talk about that after I get you down.” Spirit had finally made her way to the back of the room, and without thinking grabbed the stool in front of the table. To her great surprise, she could feel it, physically hold it too.
That had seemed to mesmerize her, and she soon focused all of her attention on the stool itself and instead of what she planned on doing with it just a minute before. This caused Mind Bullets to let out another whine.
“What are you even doing?” He demanded, attempting to continue his swimming trick from earlier. There was no response. Swinging his arms and kicking his legs, he managed to make his way over to Spirit, but before he could say anything, he was dragged down by his companion, who had evidently climbed onto the stool in the time it took him to get to her.
“I can hold things!” She gleefully shrieked at him, shaking him purely to feel her fingers gripped on his sleeves. “I can hold things!” Mind Bullets didn’t appreciate being shaken, so he attempted to push her away, only to realize he couldn’t really touch her. Spirit seemed to like finding that out, because she released him. She let Mind Bullets stabilize himself before saying anything.
“I guess the scientists were right about being able to switch abilities.” She sat down on the stool, both to be in a more relaxed position and so she could hold onto it. Mind Bullets let that sink in for a minute along with everything else he had learned. He had a need to turn his head away before replying.
“That would make sense. But to make sure-“He took a blind swipe towards the table next to him. His hand slid through it. “Yes, you are right. My levitation is stabilizing some, too. I guess that means you have my powers then?” Spirit raised an eyebrow.
“How come you’re not looking at me?” She asked, ignoring his question. She made an effort to look him in the eye. Mind Bullets turned his head the other way.
“Because I do not have my mask on and I want to protect my identity as much as I can.”
“Don’t you trust me?” Spirit made another attempt to see his face. Mind Bullets threw his hands over his face.
“I trust you just fine. But I still want to protect my identity!” The other teen smirked a little and pulled his hands away, keeping a grip on them.
“The only thing you need to protect,” She let go on his wrists and poked her fingers into his cheeks, raising her voice up high, “Are those chubby baby cheeks of yours!” Mind Bullets let out an uncomfortable sound, cheeks going crimson and hands rushing around for her to stop. Spirit gave a set of laughs before complying.
Mind Bullets huffed out of embarrassment and rubbed his cheeks a little. Spirit got back into her comfortable position on the stool.
“With that out of the way,” Mind Bullets turned his attention onto his companion, “Do you think you should try out the powers you have got from me? At least, the ones I assume you got. That was the point of the experiment, after all.” Spirit gave a scoffing laugh and rolled her eyes.
“I know that, Mind Bullets. I was totally just about to suggest that.” She received a nod is response. “Now, do I just sit here and concentrate to make your powers work?”
“Basically, yes.” Now fully stabilized in his levitation, Mind Bullets had crossed his legs into a more comfortable meditative position. “You should start with object levitation.” He looked around for an object small enough for her to start with, and his eyes fell upon the necklace that was now dangling around his neck. “This should work. Just focus on the necklace and try to lift it.”
“Sounds easy enough.” Spirit replied, and set to work. She leaned forward and squinted her eyes, glaring down the necklace. A pain in her head grew and to her frustration, the necklace never budged. A few seconds later she leaned back, holding her head. She let out a whine. “It’s not working!”
“Go back to the position you were in before and relax.” Mind Bullets requested nearly instantly after her complaint. “Putting stress on your back and eyes just make concentrating worse.” He had to learn that lesson the hard way when he was still first using his powers. “Try holding your temples, too. That helps me out.”
Spirit complied with these suggestions, starting with a large gasp of air to relax herself.
It noticeably worked. Her shoulders slumped down to their regular position, eyes closed only slightly, and fingertips touched her temples. Her tongue seemed to slip out of the corner of her mouth a tiny bit as she concentrated, and Mind Bullets had to bite his lip to resist laughing aloud.
The dangling pendent was not moved any, but the thin chain holding it up was. A light blue light had seemed to grab a hold of it and lift it upward nearly an inch before it slipped away from its grasp. This success was enough for both teens.
“Did you see that?” Spirit squealed in delight. “I got it to move!” Mind Bullets gave a warm smile in return. He would have complimented her, but he was too busy trying to remember how good he was the first time he tried to levitate objects.
Spirit was going to make another comment, when the blaring sound from earlier followed by hissing cut her off. Mind Bullets caught himself flinching again, and Spirit had subconsciously gripped onto the stool. Neither of them were prepared for the experiment to be over.
The hissing sound only increased as the two stayed in their places. Mind Bullets has guessed that it would continue until they returned to the middle of the room.
“Fifteen minutes is going to be up soon. We should head back now.” Mind Bullets observed Spirit’s reaction to this. It seemed like the situation was switched from the beginning; she was the one reluctant to go into the spray now. He remembered why she was so excited earlier. “Come on now, we need to go.” He held out a wrist for her to hold on to, not knowing how else to comfort her.
Spirit heaved a sigh and gave a sad look. Fifteen minutes just wasn’t enough time.
Still, she accepted the invitation to grab onto his wrist and did so with both hands, choosing to lead him back to the middle of the room with purposely slow, lumbering steps. Mind Bullets didn’t complain, and instead chose to use that time to enjoy levitating some more, even swinging his legs a little.
Once they reached the middle of the room, the hissing had stopped and the process from earlier had started again. The thick white smoke surrounded them, goose bumps were created, and it slowly tried to steal something away from them for a solid minute. After that was over, Mind Bullets tanked to the ground and Spirit was thrust into the air again.
The scientists had returned by this point, and the one middle thanked them for participating. Spirit gave a half-hearted response and Mind Bullets was too busy feeling his face for his returned mask to reply. The doors into the room were opened again, and the two teens were allowed to leave. They took the opportunity to do so, missing the compliments the scientists on the left and right were giving them.
“Try not to feel too bad.” Mind Bullets requested of his friend once they were away from the lab. He didn’t know what else to say.
“I know I shouldn’t.” Spirit replied, not looking at him directly. Mind Bullets gave a small frown, only to suddenly get an idea. He went around to where she was facing, putting on a goofy grin.
“How come you are not looking at me?” Spirit quickly figured out where he was heading, and it did put a tinge of a smile on her face. She turned away again, making him follow her gaze again. She then covered her face with her hands, skipping the next bit of dialogue. Mind Bullets didn’t mind that, and gently grabbed onto her wrists. He pulled her hands away from her body.
“You have no reason to worry about yourself, alright Spirit?” Sincerity dripped from his voice, and Spirit chuckled at the amount of it.
“I got it.” She slipped her wrists out of his hands easily. She then switched the topic, both feelings better and wanting to not focus so much on her doubts. “Race ya!” She declared, and with that small warning, she was off. Mind Bullets whined foul and chased after her.
The two of them raced farther and farther away from the lab, more focused on that than what had happened. And neither of them thought that was a bad thing.