A Mutant Collector Quest

I return to Basement 2, where the three doctors are still studying Colleen's blood.

"Luke, did you show your sensei 'everything' properly?" Helen asks the moment I walk in.

"Almost," I reply with a smirk, causing Helen's eyes to widen in surprise.

Jemma blushes at my comment, while Amara just raises an eyebrow.

"Alright, let's get back to the original purpose I called you all here. This time, the test subject will be me and my new powers. We will also be comparing the results to yesterday's data," I announce, and all three doctors nod in understanding.

"First, let's do a blood test," I say, stepping towards the apparatus.

"You should take your shirt off," Helen says, a bit too eagerly.

I look at her, puzzled.

"Yes, for science... I-I mean, it will make it easier for us to get your readings that way," Jemma stammers, avoiding my gaze.

"Well, I am also with them on this," Amara adds, watching me with a hint of a smile.

I eventually comply, taking off my shirt.

Gulp

Jemma audibly gulps, her face turning red as her eyes settle on my six-pack abs. Helen stares brazenly, while Amara observes with an intrigued expression.

After a rather long blood test, I proceed to check out some of my powers.

Invisibility, Force Field Manipulation, and Steel Constructs were the powers I test one by one. 

The idea isn't to practice them but to see what kind of energy signature I emit and how my body functions during the process.

Snap

As I activate my power, Black Cat Physiology, a flash of light and the sound of a camera shutter catch my attention.

Looking towards Helen, I see her nonchalantly snapping photos. Jemma quickly pulls out her phone and starts doing the same. I even hear Amara asking Helen to share the pics with her.

I shake my head at their antics and then switch to another power.

From the start, I knew this power was different from the others. It was unique.

While trying to activate it, I sense that I could manifest three different powers, each somehow connected or related with each other.

The first is a black aura that wraps around my hands. We all check the scans, but none of the sensors pick up the energy generated by my hand.

I am not surprised, as this is Anti-Magic Energy, and the scanners haven't been calibrated for magical energies, let alone anti-magic ones.

By concentrating hard on the said power, I was able to know some information about it, like how to use it and its name. That's also how I found out about its name.

Next, I activate the second power of the batch. This time, there's no visible effect on the outside.

This power is called Anti-Power, so I have an idea of its function, but I still expected for atleast something to show up on the scanners.

The three doctors are waiting for me to demonstrate, unaware that I already have. So, I move on to the third power of the batch.

Instantly, I feel different—lighter? Even the sensors pick up a strange field around me.

The doctors concentrate on the readings as I decide to test my theory.

I push against the floor lightly.

The next moment, I am airborne, rising from the ground. Soon enough, my head brushes against the ceiling, yet I remain suspended.

"Y-you're flying, Lucas," Jemma says in awe.

Helen has her phone out, recording video, unaware that D.A.I.S.Y. will automatically delete any sensitive content about me.

"He isn't flying; he's floating or hovering. The bubble around him acts as an Anti-Gravity field," Amara explains, studying the data from scans.

It's not just Anti-Gravity—it's Anti-Force, as the name suggests, it must be able to negate various forces.

I cancel the power and land gracefully on my feet.

After satisfying the curiosity of the doctors with some more tests with this power. I move on to the last one.

Woosh

The doctors watch, puzzled, as I use a simple punch that looked just like Colleen's technique from before.

"Not only Susan's; you copied Colleen's powers too?" Amara asks in wonder.

"Did you do some kind of ritual when you went away with her, to copy her powers?" Helen asks, looking skeptical. Jemma's gaze follows, waiting for my response.

"Something like that," I reply vaguely, avoiding the topic.

After they were done with the tests, they started focusing on their work of analysing the data. When I thought about starting my own work in Basement 3, my watch buzzes, and I check to see that it is MJ.

I answer, "Luke, I'm at your penthouse. Where are you?" she asks.

"Alright, I am on my way," I reply, ending the call.

After letting the others know that I will be back soon, I head towards the elevator, feeling like today might just be spent going up and down the Tower.

As I exit the elevator, I spot two girls waiting for me.

"Luke!" The redhead instantly latches onto me, her assets pressing against me. It's MJ, my sister.

"Did you find out who kidnapped her?" she asks, concerned.

"Yes, don't worry, Red. There's a plan in motion. It might take some time, but we will bring Toni back safely," I assure her, rubbing her back.

"That's good. I was so worried when I heard about it," MJ sighs in relief.

"Ahm Ahm," a girl behind her clears her throat.

"Oh, right, this is my friend, Elizabeth," MJ pulls back and introduces the girl, who's wearing a short, eye-catching cheerleading outfit.

"Call me Liz," she says, hugging me tightly, making me feel all the young girl's curves intimately. "I am your sister's best friend!"

"Nice to finally meet you, Liz," I say with a polite smile, although my little brother is almost about to wake up with these constant attacks.

"So MJ did mention me at least!" she exclaims, then stands close to me, giving MJ a signal with her eyes that I pretend not to notice.

MJ rolls her eyes. "Luke, I will go and meet Skye. It has been a long time since I have visited her," she says, her expression softening into a smile.

"Alright, and tell her to get some sleep. She probably hasn't slept since last night," I sigh.

"Okay," she says, heading for the elevator and giving Liz a warning look before leaving.

"So, Liz, why the cheerleading outfit?" I ask, taking a better look at her now that we are alone.

"Oh, nothing special. I had cheerleading practice for the last class," Liz explains, her demeanour becoming a bit shy. "I am the head cheerleader at Midtown High, and MJ wanted to meet you so quickly that I didn't get a chance to change."

"Head cheerleader? Impressive," I reply with a small smile.

"I hope you don't mind it, and that I made a good first impression on you," she says, raising her arms in a stretch, inadvertently emphasising her assets

"Not at all. You look amazing," I assure her, appreciating the view. "And my first impression of you has been… very 'impactful.'"

"Hehe," she giggles, blushing at the compliment.

"Let me show you around," I say, offering my hand, which she takes eagerly.

"Wow, you have an indoor swimming pool, a game room, a gym, a spa, and even a cinema all on your floor!" Liz exclaims. "I can't believe you have achieved all this, and you are only two years older than me!"

I smile, simply accompanying her, while enjoying her lively spirit.

"I don't even know what I will do after school," she admits, her smile turning bittersweet. "After my Mom died, Dad remarried. Dorris, my stepmom, is nice, but her focus is on my stepbrother. I went to her for advice, but it's hard to know if it's the right one," she says, staring absently at the pool.

I hold her hand, listening closely.

"Sorry, I don't know why I am telling you all this," Liz says, snapping back and looking embarrassed.

"It's okay. I like hearing you talk," I say with a reassuring smile.

"Thank you, Luke. It's just that everyone around me—Mary, Gwen, and even Penny—have all their lives planned out, and I feel like I'm just wasting my time," Liz expresses with frustration. "Dorris told me that I should first get a boyfriend in school and then go to college, or I should get married to him after school and get settled," she explains, tightening her grip on my hand.

"And I would have done that too, but from the moment I heard about you, I feel like I've been obsessed with you," she admits shyly, looking away from me. "Knowing that such a perfect guy existed, and that too, he was my best friend's brother, made me feel like I had a chance. So here I am, wearing my best clothes, and hoping that even though there's such a humongous gap between us, by some fluke, that the guy I like would also be interested in me," she confesses quietly, observing my reaction from the corner of her eye.

I listen intently, offering her a supportive smile.

Liz takes a deep breath, intertwining both of my palms with hers. "Luke, I'm not here to be your friend or to have a tour of the Tower. I am just here to ask: will you date me?" she says boldly, closing her eyes in apprehension.

An involuntary chuckle escapes my lips.

She opens her eyes, her face pale with uncertainty.

"I just couldn't help it, you looked too adorable," I say, smiling as her expression turns from shock to embarrassment.

Closing the gap between us, I murmur, "You wanted to know if I would date you?" I lean in closer. "Here's my answer."

I tenderly capture her pink lips, as she stands there, eyes closed, it seems she has no experience in this.

I gently hold her slender waist, drawing her closer until her breasts press against my chest, eliciting a soft gasp from her. My lips open hers, exploring the taste of her mouth, and I feel her hesitant tongue meet mine, turning the chaste kiss into a french one.

My right hand automatically slides to her ass which was already sticking out from her short skirt. I grab her butt eliciting a surprised yelp from her, but my lips do not stop kissing her fervently.

Meanwhile, my other hand cups her soft, large breast, feeling its firmness through the fabric of her tight shirt.

Sensing her growing weakness, I break the kiss and release her, allowing her to catch her breath.

"Haah Haaah … that was amazing … I feel lightheaded" Liz says resting her head on your chest.

"You feel lightheaded because you forgot to breathe," I state with a chuckle.

"That was because it was my first kiss. I will definitely do better the second time," Liz admits, her face flushed as she unintentionally brushes against my erect dick. "Let's try it again," she says eagerly, tiptoeing towards my face.

"Luke, Liz, where did you two go?" MJ's voice abruptly echoes from the front section of the floor.