POWER UP

Charlee's POV

The past couple of weeks had been a wild ride. Jordan, my self-proclaimed super fan, turned out to be a certified genius. His intellect was intimidating, to say the least. I'd always thought of myself as the smart one, but Jordan's expertise left me impressed.

Donnie Wong, my kung fu instructor, had been pushing me to my limits. Despite his unconventional appearance - he looked more Mexican than Chinese - he was a force to be reckoned with in the martial arts world. I was proud to say that I, Charlee, had made significant progress in controlling my abilities.

Jordan had also designed robots that mimicked my powers, allowing me to test my limits and discover new abilities. I stood in the simulated cityscape, surrounded by towering skyscrapers and bustling streets - or at least, that's what it looked like. In reality, I was deep in a high-tech laboratory, surrounded by Jordan's fancy gadgets and machinery.

"Alright, Charlee, let's try it again," Jordan's voice came through my earpiece. "We need to see how your pyrokinesis holds up in a real-world scenario."

I nodded, focusing my mind. A blast of energy shot out, and a simulated fire erupted in front of me. I raised my hands, and the flames died down.

Donnie Wong, my kung fu instructor, stepped out of the shadows. "Not bad, Charlee. But let's see how you do against a moving target."

He charged at me, and I raised my hands, unleashing a blast of telekinetic energy. Donnie dodged and weaved, avoiding my attacks with ease.

"Remember, Charlee, you need to anticipate your opponent's movements," Donnie said, landing a kick that sent me flying across the room. Donnie, was watching me with a mischievous glint in his eye. He was geared up in a sleek black exosuit, its metallic limbs glinting in the light. A holographic display flickered on his chest, displaying a stream of data. This suit amplified his strength by by a thousand times.

I picked myself up, rubbing my sore head. "Yeah, yeah, I get it."

Jordan's voice came through my earpiece once more. "Alright, Charlee, let's move on to the next simulation. We've got a tornado scenario set up for you."

I groaned, feeling like I was trapped in some kind of never-ending training montage. But I knew I had to keep pushing myself, no matter how tough things got.

"Alright, Jordan, that's enough training for now," Donnie said, wiping the sweat from his brow as he leaned against the sleek, silver wall of the training room. "Charlee, thy phone hath been ringing incessantly. Methinks thy manager doth summon thy presence."

I held up a hand, signaling Donnie to wait, as I strode over to the mirrored wall and examined my reflection. My dark blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, and my eyes gleamed with a hint of exhaustion. I had been training for hours.

"Just a sec," I said, turning to Jordan, who was tinkering with a sleek, high-tech device on the other side of the room. The device emitted a soft hum, and a holographic display flickered above it.

Jordan muttered under his breath, "And Donnie's been watching Bridgerton nonstop...I swear, he's obsessed with the Duke of Hastings..." He shook his head, chuckling to himself.

"Hector, what's the verdict?" I asked, my eyes fixed on the device. "What other powers does it detect?" I ignored the buzzing phone, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Jordan looked up, a hint of excitement in his voice. "You're fast, Charlee. Probably faster than a Ferrari, but slower than a bullet. You may have pyrokinesis, cytokinesis, teleportation, and telekinesis...and flight."

I felt a surge of exhilaration at the prospect of flying. I had always dreamed of soaring through the skies.

"Whoa, that's awesome!" I exclaimed, pumping my fist in the air.

Donnie chuckled, shaking his head. "Thou art a true marvel, Charlee. But perhaps thou shouldst answer thy phone? Thy manager doth seem most insistent."

I sighed, reluctantly pulling out my phone and answering the call.

I asked my manager why he was calling and he claimed to remind me of my interview with Entertainment Spice in the next three hours. I rolled my eyes, having totally forgotten about it. "Yeah, yeah, got it," I said, before hanging up.

I then turned to Jordan, my mind still reeling from the conversation. But my excitement quickly shifted back to the test results. "Flight?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "I can fly?"

Jordan nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. "According to the data, yes, you can."

I felt like I was going to burst with excitement. Flying? It was like something out of a dream. I turned to Donnie, who was watching me with a knowing glint in his eye.

"Looks like thou hast a few more tricks up thy sleeve, Charlee," he said, with a chuckle.

"Allegedly," Jordan said, his tone cautious.

I wouldn't let up. "But possibly?" I pressed, hardly able to contain my enthusiasm.

Jordan let out a defeated sigh, as if he couldn't believe how childish I was being. "Possibly."

I let out a triumphant shout, doing the Cristiano Ronaldo celebration. And then I realized I was hovering in mid-air.

Jordan's eyes widened in surprise. "Whoa, Charlee! You're actually...floating!"

But my excitement was short-lived. In my surprise, I lost control and came crashing down to the ground. The floor shook beneath me, and I felt a jolt of pain as I landed awkwardly.

But that was nothing compared to the destruction I had caused. The floor cracked and splintered, and I felt the ground give way beneath me. I stumbled, trying to regain my balance, but it was too late. The floor collapsed, sending me tumbling down into the depths of the laboratory.

I groaned, rubbing my sore head as I struggled to sit up. Jordan and Donnie rushed to my side, helping me to my feet.

"Careful, Charlee," Jordan said, holding me steady. "You took quite a fall."

Donnie nodded, his eyes scanning me for injuries. "Aye, thou hast been shaken, fair Charlee. Art thou well?"

I nodded, still feeling a bit dazed. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little...shaken up."

Jordan smiled, releasing his grip on my arm. "Well, I guess this confirms the whole 'flight' thing," he said, chuckling.

I glared at him, laughing. "Ha ha, very funny, Jordan."

As we stood there, Donnie's voice echoed through the laboratory, his words dripping with drama. "By the stars, fair Charlee! Thou hast brought ruin upon our humble laboratory! Verily, thy powers are a curse upon this mortal coil!"

I glared up at him, my patience wearing thin. "SHUT UP, DONNIE!" I yelled.

Jordan chimed in, his voice equally exasperated. "Yeah, shut up, Donnie! We get it, you're obsessed with Bridgerton, but bro this got to stop."