Fifteen

“So this is…”

The infirmary was filled with the quiet whirring of the radio as it belted out mellifluous 80s jazz music. The peaceful jam kept Ace company as he rested on a lofted couch, turning the weapon they had briskly picked up a few hours back. He fingered the metallic wires all seemingly jammed onto the the cap, all connected to a series of electrical plugs. Despite the rubber, the boy could feel the soft vibration of electric energy coursing through them. He shuddered from the feeling, but held onto the rinser-like hat. “What is this thing…?” He murmured to himself as Glimmer tended to the flowers on the windowsill.