She smiled and turned invisible. My girlfriend was already to get going, but my mind was boggled. She was just like me. Knew what it was like. Knew how I feel.
"Wait!" I cried. She flashed in front of me, her shield from the world, broken, just for an instant. I followed her. I felt a bond between us and I had to pursuit her.
"Where are you going" Nicole whinged. I was going to break up with her tonight anyway. This removed all awkwardness and the embarressing public scene. I shouted those crushing words before rolling into a ball to follow the chamagirl.
"Come back!" I roared as I continued to roll after her. I heard her scream as I began to open like the first blossoming flower of spring. I looked up at the girl below me. I was sat on her, crushing her in fact. She couldn't muster the strength for her powers, I wouldn't let her.
"Who were you following?" I screamed, louder and more aggressive than I'd intended, "Are you others. Freaks like us. Freaks...just like me?"
"Freak at your service" a voice announced "Vespertilionem. But you can call me Rick". A fairly tall fellow with light brown hair extended his hand. I smiled and shook it, but not before removing my glove, so I could extend with my real, freak hand.