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Chapter 69 – ConAlex gasped in horror at the scene. It wasn’t three goofy people in costumes. Not when Magneto was hovering thirty feet in the air, and Juggernaut was lifting a parked car over his head, and Mystique was beating the crud out of the lone conscious guard. How was this even possible?
She tapped her earjack to dial, so it redialed the last number. She threw a lightning burst at Mystique, who dodged it like Alex had just thrown a nerfball at her. “I got a 911! It’s Magneto and Juggernaut and Mystique!”
She tried a lightning bolt at Magneto, who shrugged it off and laughed at her. “That’s impossible,” said Willow.
So she tried one at the Juggernaut, who just looked up at her like she threw a paper clip at him. “Look out a window! Oh, CRUD!” The massive guy threw the car at her one-handed.
Jo Baker had been able to flip a car five feet. This guy threw a Buick at her like it was a baseball. He was over a hundred feet away and fifty feet below her, and the car came right at her with hardly any curve. She went silvery and just managed to dodge it. But it was still sailing upward as it went past her, which meant it was either going to crash on the roof of the convention center, or else it was going to splash down way out in the marina.
It was a good thing she hadn’t turned to look at the car as it flew through the air. It was a really good thing she had already gone silvery. Because Magneto followed up Juggernaut’s move by ripping half a dozen parking meters out of the street and firing them at her like guided missiles. She dodged the first three. The fourth one ripped right through her.
She screamed in pain and nearly lost her concentration. She must have dropped sixty feet before she stopped her fall. If she hadn’t started out above the hotel roof before she flew down, she probably would have hit the street with a splat.
And all six parking meters were swinging around for another pass and tracking her relentlessly, like missiles homing in on her.
Her powers were useless against Magneto and Juggernaut. She wasn’t fast enough to hit Mystique. And she was already losing this battle. She was so in trouble.
She flew right at Mystique, the six parking meters chasing after her like a metal wolfpack. A silent metal wolfpack that couldn’t be hurt. And had forty bucks in change in their heads.
That metaphor sounded a lot better before she kept using it.
Mystique easily dodged out of her way with a really fast backflip. Alex curved around behind her, and Mystique stopped to see what she was up to.
The parking meters slammed into Mystique’s back, knocking her head over heels.
Unfortunately, that really cheesed Magneto off, because he flew down towards Alex, and the parking meters shredded into jagged chunks of metal the size of a hand.
Oh, crud. She was about to get torn apart by a thousand jagged metal fragments.
And all of a sudden, Rogue sprinted out of the convention center right at her, with twenty or thirty Terawatts behind her.
Alex suddenly felt a real burst of panic. Willow was going to get herself killed! Willow was going to get thirty Terawatt cosplayers killed!
She had never turned off her phone. Willow’s voice buzzed in her ear: “It’s an illusion. It’s not there.”
She insisted, “It’s not an illusion! I felt that parking meter rip through me!”
Willow asked, “What parking meter?” She was still running down the steps, and the Terawatts were still charging behind her.
And three unstoppable Marvel comics villains were just standing around, and the jagged chunks of steel were just hovering in mid-air. Huh?
And Alex couldn’t see any holes in the street where the parking meters could have been ripped out of.
The armored car guards had been staring up at stuff that wasn’t there. And then there hadn’t been any Marvel supervillains for her to see, until Terawatt got close enough to be noticed. She was such a dummy! “Oh, crud, you’re right, but it’s not just what you see. You feel it when you get attacked!”
“Uh-oh,” Willow groaned. “I didn’t think about that. And … OH MY GOD!”
Willow suddenly ducked down, covering her head like someone was throwing something deadly at her.
Two Terawatts behind her shrieked and ran to the sides. Two more turned and tried to run back into the convention building, even though there were a few dozen young women charging toward them.
The jagged chunks of steel began fading away, even as they darted toward the cosplayers. Oh, crud, that was bad. If those things hurt as much as the parking meter had hurt her, those Terawatts could get hurt bad.
Alex looked around. Mystique was gone. Magneto was looking sort of see-through. Juggernaut was wavering like she was looking at a mirage.
Okay, what was she NOT supposed to see? The Buick that Juggernaut had thrown at her was still parked on the street. The parking meters that Magneto had ripped out of the sidewalk were still in place.
What else? She looked around frantically.
There was a guy she hadn’t noticed before, who was just on the other side of the street past the streetcar tracks, trying to pull a really huge rolling suitcase up over the curb.
She should have seen him when she was diving toward the armored car. He should have been pretty much next to the armored car not twenty or thirty seconds ago, if he was just now getting to the far side of the street, past the streetcar tracks.
He was what she wasn’t supposed to see. He was the illusion-maker. And he was still only the width of a couple streets away from her. She hit him in the chest with a lightning bolt, and he dropped.
All the Terawatts who had been seeing deadly things winging their way just stopped and looked around in confusion. The other Terawatts couldn’t figure out what was the problem for the first ones. Willow jumped back to her feet and tried to make the save. “Come on! This way!”
Alex flew up so she was hovering ten feet above the armored car. “Attention all my fellow Terawatts! There is a man down across the street with stolen money in his rolling suitcase! I need …” She figured the guy had only been able to maintain the illusion on about half a dozen people at a time, because as soon as he had to handle Willow and four or five Terawatts, he had lost the ability to make his illusions real enough for Alex. “… ten of you to stand guard on him until the police arrive. I need anyone who has first aid training to help the security guards. I need the rest of you to stand around the armored car to keep it safe. And you, in the Rogue costume, I need you to get every one of these brave young women’s name and email address so I can do something for them.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Willow shouted, like she had no idea who Alex was. Good acting job there, Willow.
It was another minute before two police cars came roaring in, sirens blaring and lights flashing. They pulled up to the armored car, which still had its rear doors wide open. A burly guy jumped out of the shotgun seat of the first car and said, “What the fuck? Is this some kind of joke?”
She swept down until she hovered twenty feet in front of him and four feet off the ground. “No officer, this is very definitely not a joke. We need EMTs for all three guards. My fans across the street there are guarding a supervillain who has the contents of the armored car hidden in that rolling suitcase. You’ll need to turn him over to the SRI or keep him sedated permanently, because his power is the power to make you see and hear and feel whatever he wants. Like that he has already vanished. Or that your partner just shot you in the stomach. And believe me, the pain is extremely realistic.”
“You’re shittin’ me.”
She said, “Why don’t you ask the guards when they regain consciousness? I’m not certain, but from what I experienced, they may be certain they were brutally beaten unconscious by a comic book character.”
Willow’s voice buzzed in her ear. “I already called the SRI. They’ll have a small team from Roswell out here in a couple hours. I hope it’s soon enough, what with the whole Jason Wyngarde deal.”
“What?”
Willow stressed, “Jason Wyngarde! Mastermind. X-Men comics!”
“Oh. That guy.”
Willow fussed, “You need to do more supervillain research.”
Alex quietly insisted, “Reading X-Men comics doesn’t count as supervillain research. It only counts as ‘getting Willow and Jack refs’ research.”
She flew over to her fans who were still around the downed supercriminal. At least, she hoped he was really downed, and not already escaping. She subtly used her telekinesis to pick up a couple pieces of gravel and drop them on the guy, just to make sure he was really there. The gravel just sat on his body or rolled off like it was supposed to. Alex just hoped he didn’t have so much control over his illusions that he could thwart anything she thought of without seeing it coming.
She said to the group, “Thanks for helping me out. I’d like each of you to go over to that Rogue cosplayer and give her your name and email address. And be sure to tell her you were one of the women on supervillain guard. And really, thank you. I’m not sure I could have fought this guy without all of your help.”
Boy, she really needed to think of something great to do for each of them. She figured posting their names on the main Terawatt website would not be a great thing, because then they might end up being targets one day. But it wasn’t like she could buy each of them a pony.
Okay, getting a real, live pony as a gift was a really cruddy present, because then you had to pay for a place to keep your pony, and you had to take care of your pony several times a day, and you had to pay for pony food and vet bills and all that jazz, and your family would probably be really mad at you that you got a pony without asking first.
Maybe she’d thought too much about ponies when she was younger.
She flew over the crowd, waving goodbye as she went, and then she swept up over the convention center to vanish off toward the marina. Then she went silvery, made herself as thin as possible, and went to the far side of the Marriott where no one on the street could see her. She shot straight to the top of the Marriott. She puddled down past the penthouse level to her suite, slid in through the partially open door, and dived into the gym bag to change back into Kitty Pryde. She made sure she had her GoPro, picked up four energy bars, and flew back out the sliding glass door.
She closed and locked the sliding door behind her and puddled down the outside of the hotel on the marina side so no one could see her, unless maybe they were out in the bay on a boat, trying to peep in hotel windows with a telescope. She got down to the roof level for the convention center, flew across to a big intake for the HVAC system, and flew in. She only had to scoot one big filter to the side and then scoot it back in place, and then she was flying through the ductwork inside the convention center. It took her a few seconds of peeking through grates to find the perfect place to reappear as Alex Mack: a women’s restroom.
She looked for any other bathroom users, and the place was empty, which was really perfect. She flew into the room, went normal, pulled out her GoPro, and shoved her energy bars into her thigh holster. As she went past the mirror, she finally remembered to check her makeup, so she touched up her lipstick, which really needed it. Then she scrambled toward the front of the convention center.
She started taking pictures as soon as she had a good view through the clear glass wall of the center. And she hurried out to get good shots, using her telekinesis to stabilize the camera the entire time. Not that anyone could tell, unless they tried to tear the camera out of her hands. But the pictures would look great.
She got really good footage of the policemen handcuffing the still-unconscious super-crook to a gurney and looking through the loot stuffed into the rolling suitcase. If the guy hadn’t been greedy, he could have been gone before Terawatt showed up. And if he hadn’t been really greedy, he wouldn’t have loaded the suitcase down so much that he couldn’t lift it up over a concrete curb onto a sidewalk. She got the police taking statements from a bunch of Terawatt cosplayers, all of whom had slightly different versions of what happened, because what they had seen was mostly illusionary. She showed her press pass to one of the officers and asked, “A.L. Mack, KPVC from Paradise Valley. Can you tell me anything about this robbery?”
“Well, I think you’ll have to wait until the press officer makes an official statement.”
She tried again. “Well, okay, but are the security guards okay?”
“Two of them are still out cold, and the other one’s in pretty bad shape. I can’t say more than that.”
She checked, “But they’re not dead?”
“No, they’re all alive.”
She asked, “And was it really Terawatt who stopped the crook?”
“I have no idea. That’s what it looked like, but there’s three dozen Terawatt impersonators running around here, so who knows? You’ll need to ask the press officer.”
She finished, “Thank you, sir.”
Then she walked over to one of the Terawatts who had just been interviewed by a police officer. “Hi, there. I’m A.L. Mack, KPVC news. Can you tell me in your own words what happened?”
The young woman grinned. “It was wild! I was sitting watching this panel on the new Spidey movie, and isn’t that guy a hottie, when a speaker blared in the room and yelled that Terawatt was outside fighting a supervillain and all Terawatt cosplayers should rush right out there. And boy, did I run. And when I got out in the lobby, there were like forty of us! And we ran out, and she was really there! But it looked like she was fighting an invisible monster. And when we ran down the stairs, suddenly everything changed, and it was like she was fighting Marvel Comics supervillains. I mean, that was Magneto and Juggernaut and Mystique out there for real! And Magneto sent a wave of metal shards right at us! I just about peed myself. And then the real Terawatt shot this amazingly awesome lightning bolt across the street, and suddenly there was a guy there who must’ve been invisible, and the supervillains vanished and the metal pieces vanished, and Terawatt thanked all of us! It was so cool! And I have some CPR and Red Cross training, so I was one of the Terawatts who checked the security guards. They were breathing and their hearts were beating properly and they weren’t bleeding tons, and they weren’t in any danger, so we just monitored them until the EMTs got here.”
Alex asked, “So, how does it feel to be a real hero?”
“Terrifying. When I saw what Terawatt was facing, I was never so scared in my life! I could never do what she does.”
Alex said, “Well, I think you already are a hero. Are you in college?”
“Yeah. I’m pre-med. And you know what? After today, maybe I’m going to think about being an ER doctor.”
Alex thanked her and got her name and phone number, and got her to sign a little release form that Alex wrote up in her notebook that basically said Alex and KPVC and the network had permission to use any part of her interview however they saw fit, or not use it at all. Then Alex went back to her room, copied the video file to her tablet, and emailed it to Laura Marsters, along with a note about the release form. She called Laura on her phone at the same time.
“Alex? Aren’t you on vacation or something?”
Alex said, “Yeah. You’re not going to believe this, but a supervillain tried to rob the armored car picking up the day’s receipts at the convention center. And Terawatt swooped in from who knows where to save the day. And three dozen Terawatt cosplayers ran out from the Comic Con to help her. I only got footage of the aftermath, but I got the police handcuffing the supervillain and recovering the loot, and EMTs working on the three security guards, and a policeman not telling me much, and a first-person account from one of the Terawatt cosplayers.”
“Not the real Terawatt?”
Alex said, “Not even close. But I got the cosplayer’s real name and number, and I got a release form so you can use whatever you want from the interview.”
Laura told her, “That sounds excellent. When can you get all this to us?”
Alex smiled to herself. “I already emailed it to you. You should have it in your inbox right now. I’ll come in and sign the usual forms when I get back home, so probably Monday.”
Laura said, “Oh, it’s here now! I need to go look at this.”
Alex ate all four energy bars with three glasses of milk before she left the hotel room, because all that effort had made her really ravenous, and she had been starving before. And there was a text back from Laura Marsters before she was done eating. ‘great footage good steadicam work nice interview but yr technique needs work we cant use the cop footage and we need copy of release form’
Oh, duh. Alex took a careful picture of the release form with her still camera, checked that the image was clear enough to read every word, and sent that off to Laura, too. She made a mental note to get copies of a decent legal release form written up on something small enough to tote around with her, maybe something the size of an index card, so she could deal with this like a pro photographer.
Then she had a small brainstorm, so she called up the number in the press kit for talking directly to the higher-level Comic Con staffers.
“This is the con office, Brenda speaking, how may I help you?”
She made sure her voice was right, and she said, “This is Terawatt. I just thwarted a robbery outside your convention.”
“Is this really the real Terawatt? Really?”
Alex said, “Yes. I understand you have a Terawatt get-together tomorrow with a ‘best Terawatt’ contest, according to your website?”
“Well, yes, but it’s not to be mean to you or cause you any trouble.”
Alex said, “I’m not complaining. I’m offering to do the judging for you.”
“WHAT?!? OHMIGOD!” Brenda started screeching for some people named Jeff or Brian, and it took like two minutes to calm her down enough to have a normal conversation with her. But Alex finally managed to get them to agree to Terawatt flying in for the judging, and not to tell anyone in advance, not even the other people in their office.
And her makeup was totally smeared from wolfing down four energy bars and drinking all that milk. She had to touch up her foundation around her mouth, and then completely re-do her lipstick. She really needed to not eat like a pig just because she was starving.
When she got back to the convention, she wasn’t too surprised to see about thirty press people interviewing a bunch of the Terawatts. One of the newswomen she had eaten lunch with the day before strolled over and smirked, “I’m surprised you aren’t over there fighting for a story. Terawatt’s your thing, right?”
Alex told her, “I got outside while the police were hauling the supervillain away, and I already got my story and the news footage. I’m back from getting all of it and a photocopy of the release form off to KPVC.”
“How’d you manage that?”
Alex said, “A room in the Marriott right over there, and telecommunications. I didn’t have to write a story. I just sent them my video footage.”
The woman smiled smugly. “Most of those guys over there would carve up their own mother for a chance at a major exclusive that’s real news, so they can move up from ‘entertainment news’ to the big time. And you’ve already scooped them.”
Alex decided it was time to throw in a little misdirection. “I’d just like to know why Terawatt was in the area. Was she tracking this guy down? If so, he’s probably done some other major crimes in the area. There’s probably a big story in that.”
The woman snidely asked, “What, you don’t have a pipeline to the lady herself, so you can get photo ops at every big superfight?”
Alex said, “I wish. I spent over half a year listening to police bands for hours a day to catch her the first time. Since then, she’s been spotted in Bakersfield, Arizona, Illinois, New Jersey, Finland, Germany, and maybe a bunch of other places. And those are just the ones I know about. I could be buying a house on what I haven’t gotten a chance to photograph.”
The woman checked, “Over half a year?” Alex nodded. “That’s why I like entertainment news. It’s simple. It’s popular. I don’t have to scratch people’s eyes out to get stories. And I’m not locking myself into a lifetime of working my ass off to get the top stories. All I have to do is not be a bitch to my interviewees. So now I can go talk to Joss Whedon’s wife anytime we’re at the gym together, or a few other nice contacts I’ve made, and life is easy. Starting all over in hard news at my age? Not a chance. The networks don’t want old hags doing the hard news, unless you’ve got a world-class rep. You? You’re set. You’re maybe twenty-two, you look even younger, and you’re pretty. A little Botox and you’ll be an attractive network news anchor for the next two decades.”
Alex said, “I’d rather take photos and skip the news desk.”
The woman looked at Alex like Alex had just shown she was crazy. Well, if your idea of life was getting a cushy job that paid a lot, then skipping being an anchorwoman to go take risky photos did sound wacky. But Alex had learned better from her parents.
Willow slipped up behind Alex and asked, “Did you get a good story?”
Alex watched the newswoman saunter off before she whispered, “How’d you get Terawatt all that help?”
Willow quietly admitted, “Well, I ran out of the panel and looked out a window and I saw you swooping around like you were fighting an invisible flying monster, and you said you were seeing three Marvel supervillains, and that was when I realized you were being attacked psychically, or maybe you got hit with a psychotropic superdrug. So yesterday someone might have hacked into the convention center’s computer system through their wifi access to see if they could adjust the room temperature electronically, and so I already had that hack accessible if I just called into my computer, so I used it to put a broadcast over the con’s PA system, and a ton of Terawatts ran to the rescue. My idea was I’d get you to hide in the middle of the fake Terawatts and our psychic badguy wouldn’t be able to stop you anymore because he’d lose you in the middle of our flood of Terawatts. But I totally wasn’t expecting to run outside and have a real Magneto try to kill me with a zillion razor-sharp shards of steel. Man, that was scary. I don’t know how you do it. I think we’re lucky half our Terawatts didn’t piddle their panties.”
Alex glanced around and then murmured, “I think he could only hit maybe the front five or six of you, and the rest of the group had no idea what you nuts in the front were doing.”
Willow whispered, “I must be nuts. Jack will have a fit when he finds out.” She looked at Alex’s expression and said, “Oh, he’ll find out. He pretends he’s dumb, but he’s really sharp. He’s figured out I’ve got a secret source for sexy tips, and he knows you wouldn’t tell me about stuff like crotchless panties, but I’m trying not to let him find out about Libby.”
Alex finally asked, “Aren’t they like really uncomfortable? I mean, the whole point of panties is to cover your crotch and do padding there and stuff …”
Willow said, “They’re worse than not wearing anything at all, and the pair I had looked really sexy, but they were itchy.”
“Eww!”
Willow smiled wickedly. “But it was totally worth it for the reaction I got. And the sexing I got. Because guys totally go wild for sleazy stuff like that. When you marry Ray, I’ll give you like two dozen tips for the honeymoon. You’ll be about ready for ’em by then.”
“Umm, yeah, I’m not ready now.” That was for sure.
Willow just gave her the smile of the cat that ate the canary. Or maybe the woman who got humped to within an inch of her life and was busy still being smug about it.
By the time Alex got going on Comic Con stuff again, she’d missed the panel she really wanted to see and was too late to go see the first half of the movie preview she’d planned on attending. So she went to the pressroom and played some video games, and then hit the dealer floor again.
It turned out that Terawatt showing up outside had really upped the demand for Terawatt merch, and Louis and Marsha were swamped. Alex helped them out by working the booth with Marsha while Louis ran out and got four more big boxes of t-shirts and posters and sweatshirts and stuff, which was all he had left. And he called his dad to ask for more stuff to get shipped overnight. Although a bunch of guys wanted to know why a Marvel character was working the Terawatt booth, and if Marvel was going to do a Terawatt movie or a Terawatt comic or maybe a Terawatt animated TV show. Then Alex went and walked around some more. There were some really amazing things, most of which Alex would never be interested in buying for herself. Although Hanna would probably love some of the handmade fantasy swords. Even if the real ones cost a totally ridiculous amount of money, and Hanna wouldn’t want the plastic ones that would probably break the first time she tried anything serious with them.
But what Alex mainly did was make notes on her phone of stuff she wanted to look at later, like anime and manga she’d never heard of but looked pretty awesome, like ‘Grenadier’, or in a few cases, stuff she had heard of and discounted, but now was re-thinking the awesomeness level. Like maybe ‘One Piece’ and ‘Trigun’ and ‘Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha’. Especially the Nanoha thing, because Alex had heard about it and assumed it was just one more Sailor Moon rip-off for eight-year-old girls, but the thing playing on the screen at the anime booth made Nanoha look more like one of the cool ‘giant robot wars’ anime but with girls in place of the giant robots. And Alex was doing the same thing over in the bookseller areas, because there were some pretty amazing books and manga and comics and graphic novels and stuff she had never even heard of before. She needed to look in Willow’s library room to see if Willow owned any of these, because a bunch of them would make great presents.
The photography booths were junk, at least for her. There were plenty of cosplayers who wanted to get themselves photographed by an ‘expert’ who could make them look really good, but Alex wasn’t interested in having people take her picture. And the one guy Alex watched carefully wasn’t any better than Alex was, and didn’t really have any better equipment except for one high-end Nikon 85mm lens and some cool filters Alex would look into, and the guy was loading the pictures into image editing software anyway and digitally improving the pictures to make the images look better. Alex sort of felt like that was cheating, even if the cosplayers loved it.
There was a ton of movie stuff and toy stuff and action figure stuff and TV stuff and everything you could imagine. There were booths for Marvel and Archie Comics and Dark Horse and Image and Wildstorm and everything. There was even a Lady Lightning and Justicar manning one booth. There were all kinds of plushies and costume things and posters and pictures and gizmos and souvenirs, too, but Alex pretty much felt like she didn’t need any of them. She’d gotten a great few days hanging with Willow and meeting people who loved Terawatt. That was the best present she could have asked for. Well, that, and getting to tell Dwight Perelman to his face that he was a huge jerkhead.
Okay, so she bought this one Pikachu plushie that was the cutest thing ever.
But after she bought her cute Pikachu plushie and was walking around with it, she came across this dealer booth in Artists Alley with this blonde with really big boobs who was dressed as Pikachu. And not like Alex would have done a Pikachu costume, but like a Playboy Playmate version of Pikachu with more material on the upright zigzag tail than on the teeny yellow miniskirt or the super-ultra-lowcut yellow top. Alex felt sort of stupid carrying around her Pikachu after that, so she took it back to her room. And put it on her bed.
She and Willow met up and she snuck Willow in with her to see a press showing of an upcoming movie, which was pretty okay, even if the superhero fight scenes looked stupid to her expert eyes. And how weird was that? Alex Mack now had ‘expert eyes’ when it came to superhero fights.
When they finally went back to their room, Willow had dinner delivered again, and then they went to the big Universal Studios party for the movies and TV shows the studio was hyping for the next six months of movies releases and the fall TV season. And tons of guys wanted to dance with her and Willow, even if a lot of the guys who wanted to dance with them wanted to do a lot more than dance with them. And Louis and Marsha were there dancing so close together you couldn’t get a postcard in between them. Alex knew what was going to happen as soon as they left the party. Considering how hard Louis had tried to get Marsha to go out with him, and how things had gone so wrong so many times, but he’d kept trying, it was really kind of sweet.
Although sometimes she wondered how she had ended up like the main character in a series of superhero movies, but Louis had ended up like the main character in a wacky sitcom. And …
Oh, crud, someone swung their dance partner around and accidentally knocked Louis into the fish pond. And … oh crud, there went Marsha when she tried to pull Louis out.
Why did stuff like this always happen to Louis?
Okay, now Louis and Marsha were just standing in the fish pond and kissing, so maybe this worked for Louis. Somehow.
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A/N: The buxom blonde in the teeny Pikachu outfit is modeled on a real person: Jessica Nigri. Her description is used without permission. You can find pictures of her in that Pikachu costume on about a thousand websites.
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(to the tune of ‘Radioactive’ by Imagine Dragons)
I’m flying off … for Acid Burn
I work with Jack … and I take my turn
I got dosed with … the chemicals
My forcefields strong as I can get,
then flying off in a Cessna jet,
Gotta stop … an apocalypse
Whoa-oh
I lift stuff up, I feel it in my head,
I need someone to get me fed,
Gotta stop the bad guys, stop the bad guys
Gotta stop the bad guys, stop the bad guys
Whoa-oa-a-oh-oh, whoa-oa-a-oh I’m … telekinetic, telekinetic
Whoa-oa-a-oh-oh, whoa-oa-a-oh I’m … telekinetic, telekinetic
I grab my wig, don my clothes
I’m a superhero, I suppose
I’m wearing white to show I’m right
Whoa-oh
I block a blow, and counter back,
then pushing down on a bullet track,
Gotta stop … an apocalypse
Whoa-oh
I’m flying up, I move into the sky
I’ve got to help the SRI
Gotta fight the monsters, fight the monsters
Gotta fight the monsters, fight the monsters
Whoa-oa-a-oh-oh, whoa-oa-a-oh I’m … telekinetic, telekinetic
Whoa-oa-a-oh-oh, whoa-oa-a-oh I’m … telekinetic, telekinetic
Still on the go, we still haven’t lost
Do what I must, what will it cost
I’m flying up, I move into the sky
I’ve got to help the SRI
Gonna stop the bad guys, stop the bad guys
Gonna fight the monsters, fight the monsters
Whoa-oa-a-oh-oh, whoa-oa-a-oh I’m … telekinetic, telekinetic
Whoa-oa-a-oh-oh, whoa-oa-a-oh I’m … telekinetic, telekinetic!