Volt

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Story to pass the urge

Volt was different. He sighed and he looked at the view in-front of him. Fire and static fill the surrounding area.

His brown hair stood up as he looked at his hands. Within every vein was a bright white light. He was filled with electric and bolts.

Every ounce of energy came from the area he was just in....before he blew it up.

He scuffed his feet in embarrassment and told himself "well...attempt number...." he looks around. His phone buzzes from his back pocket. He pulls it out and a reminder reads of ATTEMPT 25!!

"Attempt number 25 has been the same like the last 24" he turned around from the scene he just made and called it a day. 

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