Rescued by Lithius

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Laney: I woke up at 3 in the morning dripping with sweat. I strided noiselessly across the beach apartment I share with my best friend, Lithius. “She can take more heat than anyone else I know.” I muttered to myself as I fixed the thermostat. Lithius and I are complete opposites in so many ways. While I am quiet, she is spontaneous, often disappearing off at random times and never will tell me where she went. I’ve never met someone as determined as Lithius. She finished medical school a year ago and works hard everyday treating depression and mania. Everything about her is unique, from the metallic looking soft, pale gray streak in her otherwise thick crimson hair, to her sassy personality, to her fear of water. Lithius refuses to go near water. Why? I don’t know either. I’ve asked her many times but all she says is that water makes her skin feel likes its been ignited. This can be a big problem… we live at the beach. She won’t near the ocean, ever. Beside her phobia, she’s awesome. Lithius has an electric personality- I feel like she stores her “energy” up and releases it in big amounts to many people. I call it weird, she calls it electrochemical. I’ve learned not to question her, because after all, she is the one with the medical degree. (She uses that one against me constantly) I’m just Laney, her best friend/roommate and also, believe it or not, in the same family. We’re cousins- both in the receptive Alkali family. We grew up together, almost like sisters, and we’ve always close, until now. I feel like Lithius is keeping something from me. lithius: I felt my iPhone vibrate early this morning- with the text I’d been waiting for. He’s back. I scribbled a quick note to Laney explaining I’d headed to the coffee shop o...

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... started. Horrible pain. It was unbearable and I collapsed onto the old wood. I gasped for air. My eyelids fluttered. Then I felt a shaky hand on my arm. Laney! Relief overpowered the pain. I jumped to my feet. “You’re ok!!” I cried.
Laney:It was a major shock to be rescued by Lithius. She has… powers?! There was no time to think. I had to help Lithius!! Malcolm- or the Masked Marine as Lithius said he is. I was going to help Lithius. I don’t care that she kept this from me. She is my cousin, roommate, and best friend. Lithius waved her hand and a fire roared towards the Masked Marine. She’s amazing. And also rare, I know. Lithium is not found free in nature. She’s the one and only. Fire enveloped Mask and he crumpled on the pier. Finding out about the powers does not change what I think about Lithius. I’m here for her, no matter what. We walked forward. Together.

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