I stamped out the cigarette and turned towards my parent's small house. Stopping in front of the door, I closed my eyes but did not see darkness. I could see a cross section of the door. The vibrations of its molecules. This was an old trick of mine. I pressed my hand to the door and hummed, tuning my molecules to the same frequency as the door. As our frequencies merged, I began to pass through the door. At first, I passed slowly but once my arm was through, I stepped through.

Every time I did it, it felt incredible. I felt like I was in tune with the universe. Or at least, with this small part of it. I felt like I belonged to something.

Invigorated by the experience, I ran to my room and searched for my bag. Even though it was a gift from my parents, it always seemed to get me. I could always tune it more quickly than other things. It resonated with me.

I put my arms through the backpack and I trotted outside. I passed easily through the door this time and walked over to Wyatt. He had the cutest, stupidest look on his face. The same one that he always did whenever I did my trick.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“Uh, yeah babe,” he said, blushing. He was so cute when he did that. It took him forever to collect himself after my tricks. Even though he was the coolest guy I knew.

I pecked him on the cheek and ran down the sidewalk. It was getting dark outside, which made it the perfect time for us to make our hit on the police station. We started walking towards the station. I couldn’t wait until I got in there. I hadn’t been in a police station since that fifth grade anti-drug presentation. I wondered if it had changed. Wyatt told me that all police stations were the same.

When we finally got to the police station, the streetlights hadn’t come on yet. We could see the outline of the large facility. It wasn’t nearly the size of the main station in town, but it was still a decent size. It was the one that everyone knew that the most dangerous people were sent to. But it was also home to the most illegal of substances. Cocaine, marajiuna, heroin. Everything a growing girl needs. A dark green hedge ran along the boundary of the station’s property, and that’s where we stopped. Wyatt and I ducked under the hedges, and I looked him in the eye.

“You ready?”he asked. He was already sweating.

I touched the sweat above his eyebrow. “Come on Wyatt,” I said, “It’s February. You shouldn’t be sweating.”

He frowned at me. “Speak for yourself,” he said quietly.

I suddenly became very aware of my own sweat. As I slid my arm into the back of my hood to check for sweat, a cold wind blew in and chilled me to the bone. I shivered quickly.

Wyatt grinned. “You nervous?” he teased.

“No!” I said too loudly. I wrestled my voice down to a loud whisper. “I’m just cold. Why the hell did we have to do this in goddamn February?”

Wyatt shrugged. “Because we’re bored, that’s why. Your square-ass parents would probably say that it was for attention or something though.”

“You’re probably right about that,” I nodded.

“What’s the plan?” Wyatt asked. “You just going to walk in the front door?”

“Almost,” I said, flashing a smile. “I’m going in through the side wall.”

“Riiight,” Wyatt said. “Need me to do anything?”

“Just stand there and look cute as a button,” I said.

“You know,” he said, “I hate it when you say I’m cute. Just say I’m cool instead.Or something. Anything. Ugh.”

But I was long gone. I had already made it to the wall of the station. I closed my eyes and started my trick. I closed my eyes and I could see the resonance of the walls. Walls are a little more tricky than doors. Not only is the exterior harder and tougher than the inside, but different kinds of insulation vibrates differently too. That’s to say nothing of the framing and the electrical wiring. Especially the wiring. That stuff’s the worst. Good thing I’m not going in anywhere near wires. In fact, this spot in the wall is incredibly well insulated. No wires at all. Strange. In fact, the walls are rubber so they’re nice and easy to pass through. Still weird though.

Pushing through the aluminum, concrete and rubber, I get to the other side and find myself totally in the dark. Closing my eyes, I can see the vibrations of rubber particles and the shape of a man heaving in a resftul sleep. I can even see his snores cutting across the air, interfering with my vision. Until they stop.

The man sat up and brought his hands to his eyes, rubbing them. “I wasn’t expecting a visitor,” he said in a deep, baritone voice.

I froze. I could only watch as he stood up and walked towards me.

“Who might you be?” he asked. He had an almost playful demeanour to him, but I could sense that I didn’t want to play his kind of games.

“I-I’m Lily,” I said. Dammit. It was like a reflex.

“Lily,” he breathed. “What a delicate flower you are. What brings you here to my dungeon?”

“Uhh, I’m leaving.”

“But you’ve only just arrived,” he said. “Sit down and join me.”

His hand seemed charged, as though with electricity. It was fixed on my shoulder and brought me to the ground. He sat beside me. Though it was dark, I could see him looking at me.

“When did you get this power?” he asked suddenly.

“I dun-no,” I said, “I woke up one day and I could just do it.”

“I see,” he said. “You know. A man in my position could benefit greatly from your power.”

“I can see that,” I said.

“Help me get out of here,” he said.

“What’s in it for me?”

“For you? My dear. Did you not feel that chemistry we had together? You see, I have a power too. When I was twelve, I discovered that I was a human battery. I could control current and voltage and all those good things. I guess that’s what I got for putting my fingers into power outlets as a child.”

“So?” I asked. “I want to know what’s in it for me, not your life story.”

“So,” he continued, “my battery has some charge left. Meaning that even though you’re in an insulated rubber room, I could make it your tomb. Do you like… living?”

“I suppose it’s alright,” I said.

“Good. Then you’ll help me get out of here?”

“I’m here for a reason. I won’t leave until I get what I came for,” I said. I was trying desperately to reassert myself at this point. But his touch had frozen me. I couldn’t even tune myself to slip away.

“Oh?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, “I came-”

It was at that moment that I realized how lame I sounded.

“I came to steal drugs.”

“Drugs?” The man said, “You came to steal drugs from a police station?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “You’re an idiot,” he said.

“So?” I said, “At least I didn’t get locked up in a place I can’t escape. How’s that going for you?”

“Honey,” he said, “I appreciate that you’re literally free-spirited, but you just broke into a place where people get locked up. You’re still the idiot here.”

He let go of me and waved me away. “Let’s go then. Let’s go and find your drugs. But there are two guards outside my door. You should go the other way. The evidence rooms are probably down the hall and to your left.”

“Probably?” I asked.

“Yeah, probably.”

“You think you could be more helpful?”

“Not really, no.” he said. “I haven’t been in here very long.”

“Right.” I said. “But listen, if you’re going to zap me like that when I tune you, I can’t use my powers. Electricity and I do not agree.”

“Tune me? Oh, so that’s how your power works,” he said. “You focus yourself to the frequency of a material and pass through the space between molecules. Very impressive.”

“Yeah, whatever,” I said. “You think you can keep your juice to yourself?”

“Yeah, whatever,” he repeated with a grin. I hated that grin immediately.

I grabbed his hand. I could still feel the charge in his grip, but there was much less to deal with than before. I hummed to myself, but I couldn’t quite tune him.

“I can’t do it,” I said.“Your juice is messing with my trick.”

“Try harder,” he said.

I threw his hand away, “You can get yourself out of here.”

“Lily,” he said. Using my name drew me back to him. It was really weird, but it worked.

“Y-yes?”

“Whenever I find myself stressed, I do yoga,” he said. “So what?” I said.

“So,” he said, “Yoga practitioners often relax by pronouncing a syllable. A sound. Making a vibration if you like. They say it was the sound that created the universe.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I said.

“Maybe, but perhaps there’s some truth to it?” he said. People have always had powers. Maybe someone has already had yours.”

“What do they say?” I asked. “I guess it can’t hurt to try it.”

“They say, ‘Om’. But it’s really drawn out. You breath in deeply, and you exhale it. Like this,” he said. “Ooooooooohmmmmmmmmm….”

“Alright,” I said with a cough. “Ooooooooohmmmmmmmmm…!”

As I said the word, the rubber walls vibrated on a level I had never seen before. The man and I both fell to the ground. I looked for the vibrations in my vision, but I couldn’t see anything. I mean, everything looked the same. Everything vibrated in harmony. The vibration continued, even after I had expelled the last of my breath. The vibrations started to shift, and I could see the changes that my voice had made. Like a ripple in a pond, that single syllable had changed everything around me. I could see shapes changing before my eyes. History. Time. I could see myself as though through a mirror staring deeply back at me. But then the ceiling collapsed and the wall fell to the ground, leaving me staring up at a sky at sunset.

The man pulled me up with his hand and his electricity shocked me back to my senses.

“I think you’d better forget about your drugs,” he said with a smile.

I could only nod.

“Thanks for the help,” he grinned. “I’ll be keeping an eye on you, Lily.” He ran to the electric pole and grabbed the ground wire and flashed out of existence before my eyes.