I always knew I was different to other people my age. Stuff the damn cliché, I am different to other people, and they hardly knew it. I mean, I hardly knew it myself until Logan told us. Me. My brothers and I, that is. My parents would have massively freaked. Well, they did in the end, I suppose, but...Parents. They'll freak over anything if you tell them there's something wrong. Not that there was something wrong with me, just...I wished that they would have reacted a little differently than they had. Oh well.
I can move objects. Make them move with my mind. I can look into people's memories too, and nudge them into doing things that they may not have considered doing a second beforehand. I can also make them hear things that I'm hearing, and vice-versa. It's nifty, I've managed to get out of arguments with my brothers way more than I probably should have done. Once I realised that I was 'special' and 'different' from other people, I noticed another thing. I noticed others as well-others like me. It was small, but it was something. Then I noticed the voice. It sounded-polite. Asking me to notice him, Logan. The man with the claws and self-healing. The man called Logan. At first, I thought I was going crazy, but it did help me to notice him. Logan, I mean.
They said that they were in trouble, and that they needed my powers. And so I did what anyone would have done-I helped, and rediscovered myself. I became Slick.