The panic was the first thing to hit Sonny. The adrenaline still lingered from when he jumped off the building, and it only spiked again. He was steadily rising through the air. This wasn't the ideal situation for him. People had already began to notice the teenager floating upwards through the air. His face was hidden, so they might not identify him later, but they would now be on the lookout for the flying teenager. Perhaps he was a hero, but perhaps not. This didn't seem like the kind of place he wanted to be open about his powers, even though he doubted any of the people could harm him in any way. That was about to be the least of his problems, though. If he didn't find out how to stop rising, he doubted he would live long enough to worry about people realizing who he was. He was already 40 feet up in the air and steadily rising. Sonny tried to emulate his feelings right when he started floating, but it was to no avail. His frustration and fear steadily rose with his altitude, and after a while he started to feel natural in this state. He was pissed, but being angry seemed to help him with controlling this power. His acceleration started to work in the opposite direction, and Sonny finally came to a stop about 50 feet in the air. Joy came back to him as the impending doom of never stopping had ceased.
"Ok, motherfucker... go... THAT WAY!"Surprisingly enough, Sonny moved in the direction he screamed at and pointed. To his dismay, he also started to rise again. This time, more rapidly. He begun to feel sick and his breathing started to become rapid. Panic surged through his mind again, not wanting to go any higher. In a last desperation attempt, he entered his meditative state after taking a deep breath. He became perfectly still, not moving and not breathing. He was too intent on stopping his rise into the air. Getting so high that he wouldn't be able to breathe was not on his list of things to do. The calm serenity filled through his head, trying to keep his emotions in check. Today was not the day to die from learning how to use his powers incorrectly, especially after he just learned to fly. This flight wasn't relying off of his own power, but the power he had over the air. He started to get an understanding of this, and begun to form an idea on how to control this power. After a while Sonny began to lose track of the duration of time he was meditating, and realised that he wasn't breathing. Quickly coming out of his trance, he noticed that he still didn't feel the need to take a breath.
Dude, pretty soon I'm going to be like... Wind-Man! Sonny looked skyward to feel the unapproving eyes of his brother staring down at him.
Ok, you're right. That was lame, but screw you. Sonny winked and returned his attention to his situation at hand.
Sonny tried to calmly control his flight, and to his surprise and joy it worked. He slowly started to descend again, finding his target as a nearby rooftop. The descent was slow, but it was steady. As the old saying goes, 'Slow and steady wins the race.' This had started to become enjoyable to Sonny. Without the fear of flying so high that he would pass out and stop breathing, flight was pretty fun. These fears had been totally exaggerated, as he was nowhere near being high enough to start facing any negative effects. He was also going slower than he would if he were walking down from the sky. A minute ago he was a daredevil who was jumping off buildings. Now he had the bravery of an eight year old on a roller coaster. As he reached the ground, he was eager to start learning some new tricks he could do with the wind. There was a wall near him that was covering the stairwell.
That could be a good thing to practice on... Curious to see how his regular attack would do against a brick wall, he got into a fighting stance about 10 feet away from the small wall.
Sonny stared down the wall, acting like it was a shootout.
"Ask yourself one question. Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?" Sonny wiggled his fingers as he shifted his weight from his right foot to his left. He followed up that simple motion by bringing his right leg outwards and cutting back in to kick at the air. Focusing on the small wind current he just made, Sonny began to amplify it to create a razor wind that would send out at a rapid pace of about 40 mph. Of course, he wasn't swinging as hard as he could. It was just enough to get a moderately powerful gust of wind that could cut at a good rate. Sonny was disappointed when the wind did little but to leave a scratch in the brick. His attack would do little to brick, so how could he expect it to do much against metal? The thing was that he couldn't. He needed something else to rely on if he wanted something that could do some damage. There people out there, stronger people. His little razor wind would do almost nothing against them. His little trick where he could control sharpness couldn't be the only thing he relied on to attack with force. Getting in close all the time wouldn't help him in a fight with another person who was special like him.
Sonny waved his left hand over his right hand, imbuing it with the same magical qualities that let him cut through metal with a spoon. He then waved his right hand over his left, and was ready to go to work. The distance between him and the wall grew smaller as he sprinted towards it. His hands started to slash wildly as he kept his fingers outstretched in a fully extended hand. Holes in the brick started to form as his hands had become his own weapons. They cut through the brick with ease, being so sharp to leave large gashes the size of his hands. This wasn't enough. Being this close wouldn't be ideal for him. He wasn't as good as fighting with his hands up close as he would be from far away. He decided to try his luck at being at a distance again, and slow walked back to his starting position 10 feet from the wall. Sonny dispelled the sharpness effect on his hands so as to not cut himself while he was practicing.
His arms started to slowly swing outwards in front of him in an unpatterned motion. Then he started to pick up the pace and decided that doing a simple windmill would be easier. His arms swung vertically out in front in a brisk frequency, making about 5 rotations per second with both arms combined. Sonny started to focus on the small winds his arms were kicking up, and began to amplify them again, creating the razor winds once more. These were stronger, however, as well as being more numerous. The winds bombarded the wall with their attacks, hoping to do some serious damage and prove themselves to their master. Once again, they disappointed. They did nothing more than leave multiple small cuts in the brick. It wasn't enough for Sonny. What he needed was a grenade or something. Something that would explode and leave large holes in his enemies. Or at least large holes in the stronger ones. He wasn't looking to kill every petty thug he ran into.
Sonny began thinking about the wind and what he could do with it to make sure that he could do some serious damage.
Maybe if I made many winds instead of just one... The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. He should be able to increase his destructive power exponentially by putting in more winds. If one wind was able to leave cuts in a brick wall, then what would five do? What about ten winds? Sonny didn't want to think about it anymore. It was time to do. Sonny held out his hand for a platform to base the 'grenade' on. He started to picture his power like he made the razor wind, but with it wrapping around each other in multiple directions. He was able to see what appeared to be winds similar to his other ability he had just performed. As he started to put more and more speed and pressure upon the sphere, it began to take shape and visibilty. It now appeared to be a grey sphere in his hand. Sonny stood there, fascinated with what he had created. The sphere contained many different vortexes, pulling in all directions. The winds were so tightly together and the directions were so random. Now all he wanted to do was throw it and see what would happen.
Sonny pulled his arm back and was able to subconsciously keep the sphere above his hand. He then launched it forward in a method similar to a baseball pitcher. The sphere didn't fly nearly as fast, but it had good speed on it. It made contact with the wall and immediately started to impode, bringing in many pieces of dirt and the like. About 1 second later, it exploded. Rapidly, air and dust were sent in all directions in a powerful manner. The sheer force of the explosion was enough to leave a hole in the brick wall where the sphere used to be. Dirt can flying towards Sonny, colliding with him and leaving small holes in his hoodie and cuts in his hands. This was the type of ability he needed. He liked this newfound power of his.
Hungry to use the power he had just created, Sonny started to form another ball in his hand. This time the wind started to form quicker, becoming the small condensed ball of grey wind just like before almost instantly. Sonny had an almost fearful respect for this small sphere. If he misused this, he could easily kill himself and leave a large hole in his head.
Whatever, it's just an air grenade. There was nothing like playing with explosions that you could make with your mind to help you feel alive still. Sonny decided this time to try and solely use his power to control the ball. He wouldn't use his hand this time. After seizing control of it, he dropped his hand to his side and kept the ball in place.
Alright... so that means I can... The sphere then violently took off towards the wall at around the normal speed limit. It was just about as fast as cars driving through a city. Sonny grinned at his work, seeing another hole in the wall but feeling another blast of dirt from the explosion.
I like it. I like it alot. Because... that's the way uh-huh uh-huh I like it. Uh-huh, uh-huh.Sonny looked at his hands, noticing the small cuts that had taken form in them, and then the small cuts that had ripped up his hoodie a little. If something like dirt could do that to him, then he needed more protection... A defense would be good. Perhaps it wouldn't be much more complicated than taking his offense and modifying it to protect himself. Sonny thought about it for a minute, trying to figure out how to make a large barrier that would work like his attack. He decided to just go with it and work out the details later. The tranquil state was entered again, as he tried to block out any distractions. The wind began to bend to his will again, and he started to form another current again. The winds all came together like he wanted, but the trick was to make them spread over a larger area. No doubt this would make them weaker, but he still needed something to help defend him. Sonny started to shape the winds outward, making them spread to cover a larger area in front of him. There was a thick barrier in front of him that covered his whole body, making a shielding effect from anything in between him and the area in front of the barrier. Sonny awed at in, feeling a hint of pride at what he just created. He had exponentially became more powerful after just one day of training. If he did this more often, then who knows how strong he could become? Sonny reached his hand out to touch the barrier as a test. As he began to inch it closer, it finally got sucked in when his finger made contact. Panic came to him again as his arm got 'swallowed' up by the barrier of wind, making small cuts all along it. This hoodie was officially ruined.
"Hey now! You gotta at least by me dinner first!" Sonny started to pull at his arm, feeling it slowly come back. With a final yank he pulled it free and stumbled back a few feet. Yeah, this would be enough to defend himself.
Sonny started to disperse the wind with his mind, and watched intently as the barrier disappeared. These powers started to give him a newfound respect for the air. It really was more dangerous than people could imagine, and this was probably not even a drop in the bucket of what he could potentially do. Thoughts of his
other abilities came to his mind. That damn sword had gifted him somehow with the power to control the sharpness of things. It made Sonny wonder if he could change that to somehow work in opposite in case somebody came at him with a knife or a big sword. Sonny looked at his hands again, studying them. He could make them more dangerous than knives or swords just by waving his hand over the other. That was definitely not normal. Then again, neither is flying. Sonny shrugged and waved his hands over each other, making them sharp again. He walked over to the wall again and started to scrape his hands against what was remaining. Large cuts began to form every time he rubbed his hand against the wall.
Ok, then let's see if I can reverse this power. Sonny waved his hands over each other again, but tried to focus on making them as undeadly as possible. He could feel the small aura again, but needed to see if his idea had worked. Finding an unmarked piece of the wall, he started to rub his hand on it again. To his satisfaction, the cuts didn't form again and his hand wasn't touching the wall.
Damn, I'm such a genius... Satisfied with his work, Sonny took off into the air again, finally having gotten the hang of it.
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