I didn’t widen the gap between fingers, but I did pump up what I thought was the electricity flowing out of me. It shouldn’t result in a bigger arc, but it did. A fat stream of white lightning danced between my fingers. But it was more jagged than normal lightning, too, or at least . . .
“It’s fuzzy,” I said.
“Yeah,” Nat said.
“Like Kylo Ren’s lightsaber,” Kate said.
“Never mention those movies,” Jack said.
“I didn’t say I liked them,” Kate said.
“They’re definitely explosions,” Nat said.
“What the fuck is exploding?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s not like he’s packing C4 or something,” Kate said.
“Packing, heh,” Jack said.
“It feels like lightning inside you?” Nat asked.
I thought about it, then nodded. “As far as I can tell.”
“The charge is the same?”
I hadn’t thought about that. Never had to think about the charge, before. Even positive lightning was really negatively charged. It just moved down a different pathway than typical lightning, from the top of the cloud to the ground instead of the bottom of the cloud.
I closed my eyes and thought about the lightning inside me, feeling the charge move around my body. Electricity swirled around my stomach, as normal, exactly the same as every other time . . . except the direction it moved. I had never noticed before, never even thought about the direction the electricity flowed until now, but it went clockwise through my stomach. But not now. Now it mostly moved counterclockwise, and it did so automatically.
“Um, I don’t know, but it’s moving the opposite direction,” I said.
“What?” Nat asked.
I shrugged. “Beats me.”
“That’s fucked up,” Jack said.