Light from Water: Chapter 4

JJ's POV

I swam downwards, toward the war. I love being in the water. Gods, I remember when me and my cousin Patrick used to beat each other up, and I would (unknowingly) use my powers to draw strength from the water.

Flashback...

"Give it back!" I shouted at Patrick. This was when I was 8, 6 years before. We were out by the pool and my cousin Patrick, a year and a half older than me, had taken my favorite Wolverine action figure.

"Never." Patrick said. He was tall and buff, and of Indian descent like me, buy his hair was straight and in a crew cut, and his eyes were a dark hazel.

I shouted some words an eight-year old really shouldn't know, and he pushed me into my pool.

Instead of pain and helplessness, energy surged through me. I jumped out of the water, tackled Patrick and pinned him under my buttocks. I caught my toy and smiled.

Back in the present...

"MMM!" Josh shouted. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

Then I realized. I had been swimmong so fast, that I pulled him under. He was having troble breathing. I cast some air bubbles at him and the color returned to his face.

"You...idiot..." he wheezed.