Geogrands #12

(Continued from Entry 9)

“AAHHHHHH,” Logic screamed as he fell through the darkness.

“Calm down and focus,” Density shouted somewhere from above him. “You’re a telekinetic. Use your power to levitate yourself in the air!”

“I can’t!” Logic shouted. “I can’t concentrate.”

“Don’t think about falling,” she coached. “Think of yourself as an object that you can move through the air and you won’t fall. You’ll be able to catch yourself.”

“I’ll try,” he said, scared as hell. He took a deep breath and felt his telekinetic field buzz around him. He imagined he was standing on solid ground, and he stopped suddenly, jerking his body.

“OW! I feel like I just hit a brick wall!” he exclaimed.

“Oops, sorry,” Density said next to him as he jumped back in surprise.

“Where did you come from?” he asked.

“By altering my density to almost ghost-like, I can float through the air.”

“Oh, yeah. Forgot,” he replied.

“I meant to tell you to gradually bring yourself to a stop so you wouldn’t jar yourself,” Density said. “My bad.”

“I’ll be sore for a day, but that’s better than being splat on the ground. But the others…”

“They are fine. Remember, Elle is a shape-changer so she can grow her own wings, and Buff is invulnerable. It will take more than a fall to hurt him.”

“Where are they?” Logic asked.

“I’m assuming Elle went after Buff to make sure he landed okay. We should go join them,” Density said.

“But we need to go up,” Logic said. “The force I feel is behind that wall with the golden triangle on it.”

“Okay, let’s go up there first,” Density said. “I’m sure the others are okay. Hey, why don’t you check on them? You are the team telepath. You can keep us all mentally linked together.”

“Kinda advance don’t you think?” he said. “But I know how to broadcast my thought self or astral form now. Ummm,” he said closing his eyes to help focus his concentration. “They are okay. Elle is flying back up toward us now. She says we can go on ahead.”

“Great job,” Density said encouragingly. Logic smiled. He felt like he was finally getting in control of his powers. Ever since they entered the dome he felt more in control but also still drawn to this force that was inside the pyramid.

Logic flew up rather quickly, and he looked down toward Density. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to go so fast. I feel like I’m flying and I can shoot myself waaayyy up if I wanted.”

“It’s not you. Floating through air is much slower than levitating through it,” she replied.

“I can carry you telekinetically if you want, but you’ll have to solidify yourself,” Logic suggested.

“No, I don’t want you to overdo yourself,” Density said. “Remember you had to carry Buff all the way in the air when we got shot down and you were really straining yourself. It’s going to take time to build up your telekinetic strength. Theoretically, you should be able to lift tons with your mind, but it’s going to take you awhile to get there.”

“Cool,” Logic said. “Well here we are back at this golden triangle.”

Density went over to touch the triangle. “It’s pretty solid,” Density remarked.

Logic went to touch it to and expected the same solidness, but instead his forearm went through it. He looked toward Density, who was just as puzzled as he was.

“Maybe it’s because you’re a psychic or something,” Density wondered out loud. “I mean, you are the only one who can feel this ‘force’.”

“Should I go see what’s behind it?” he asked.

“Well we won’t know unless you go. The others probably can’t go through it either, but when they make it back up, I’ll have them try. Go ahead,” Density said.

So Logic, went levitated himself through the air and passed through the triangle into a room shaped like the interior of a pyramid. A pyramid inside a pyramid, he thought to himself. He let his feet touch the solid ground so he wouldn’t have to levitate anymore and began examining his surroundings.

On the walls were repeated sketches of eight geometric solids in an octagonal pattern. Logic recognized them as the GeoGrams, but the Good Pyramid in each arrangement was prominently larger than the others.

As Logic approached the middle of the room he noticed thirteen pedestals arranged in a circular manner with different colored books on each pedestal. Eight of the pedestals had normal color covers on them with a jewel of the same color on the front in this way: the red book had a ruby, the orange book had an opal, the yellow book had an amber; the green book hand an emerald, the blue book had a turquoise, the indigo book had a sapphire, the purple book had an amethyst, and the brown book had a topaz. Logic opened each one of these first, but they were all written in a language he had never seen before. Strangely, as he thumbed through some of the books, he could read some of the words.

Next he thumbed through the remaining five books which had covers completely made of some precious stone or metal. He opened a pearl embossed-covered book first, but while he flipped through it, he could not find anything he could read or understand. Next he opened an ebony covered book, and surprisingly he could read every word in the book. He began reading the first sentence in the book, “Vare-Akoo-Fet-Obag-” suddenly he felt a warm feeling slice through his body while in front of him a small black, translucent orb appeared on the floor before him. As he continued reading the strange words the orb suddenly burst into a small flame and Logic dropped the book in astonishment. The flame was too large for him to simply stamp out so he hurriedly read through the book and then began to read the sentence he originally said backwards, letters as well as words. As he read backwards, the fire slowly dissipated.

Logic quickly put the book back on the pedestal and went to the next one. This book was gold-covered and much thicker than the other ones. Once again some of the words he could read, and others he could not. There was also a thicker book with a platinum covered binding, and the thickest book which was also very heavy because its cover was made of pure diamond. These last two books were the same as the gold one. Some of the words he could make out, while others he could not. When he opened the diamond covered book however, a huge slab rose from the center of the pedestals and on it rested a translucent pyramid. Logic’s heart beat fast! Could that be the GeoGram, the Good Pyramid?

As he entered the interior of the pedestals toward the slab, he noticed some strange markings on the floor that connected the pedestals. All thirteen were connected by a circle but the pedestals with the pearl, ebony, gold, platinum and diamond books on them were also connected in a pentagram. With the way the slab appeared the diamond book was at the head of the pentagram.

Logic went toward the slab to grab the Pyramid, but his hand passed through it. So he went back to the entrance of this strange room to let Density and the others know what he found, selectively skipping the fact that he could read some of the words in some of the books and could completely read the ebony book.

“I wonder what that means” Density said aloud. Elle rolled her eyes.

“So do you think what Logic saw was the Good Pyramid?” Buff asked.

“I don’t know,” Density replied. “I’d have to see it for myself.”

“Can’t Logic show us by using his telepathy?” Elle asked.

“I don’t know if I can,” Logic began. “Especially with so many people.”

“When you go back in,” Density said, “Just try to link with me, so I can see what you see.”

“Ok,” Logic began. “I’ll try.”

Logic went back into the pyramid room, and began to focus his telepathic energies outward, he could feel the others’ minds, but he didn’t know how to merge with Density’s mind so she could see what he was seeing.

I can do this in two ways, he thought to himself. I could just project what I’m seeing, or I can establish a psi-link. But how do I that? He projected his astral from his body and floated back through the wall to the others.

“EEEKKK,” Elle screamed, as Logic’s astral form flew through the wall.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle y’all,” Logic said, his southern drawl emerging very strongly at the end of his sentence.

Logic’s astral form reached for Density, and slowly her own astral form separated itself from its body. However, when that happened, her body began to fall.

“Catch her, Elle!” Logic exclaimed. “Without her mind in her body, her power has shut off.”

Elle grew bigger and more muscular so that she could handle carrying Buff and Density and flew down the shaft, as Logic brought Density’s astral form into the pyramid room with him leading both forms back to his body.

“Can you see what I see?” Logic asked.

“Yes,” Density replied. When Logic went back to his body she automatically went back to hers, but now they were linked psychically and by closing her eyes, she could see through Logic’s eyes. “Those are definitely Emthira trademark symbols,” Density said. “I wonder how they got here, and this pyramid for that matter. Oh my! It is the Good Pyramid!” she exclaimed, as Logic’s eyes shifted to the center of the room. “Logic you have to figure out how to get it.”

“I’ll try,” he said and he let the psi-link go. He looked around again, and the only thing that made sense to him was the ebony book. Then he thought about how he was drawn to this place, the fire that he made with the words, and the how the pedestals were connected.

This is a magic place. It has to be, he thought to himself. There’s a pentagram on the floor, and I made fire appear and disappear by chanting those words. If this is a true pentagram, then… Logic picked up the ebony book and the diamond book and switched their places figuring that the black book should be at the head of the pentagram since it was the only one he could understand and surprisingly use.

He turned back toward the slab and now the Pyramid was solid. He went to grab it, and as he did, a bright light flashed and blinded him. When his eyes readjusted he was standing in front of Density, Elle and Buff on sandy ground. The entire pyramid had vanished!

“What happened to the pyramid?” Buff asked in astonishment.

“I don’t know,” Density replied with a huge grin on her face, “But we have the Good Pyramid, and that’s good enough for me.”

“Yeah, but we’re in the middle of nowhere, with no way to get home,” Logic said, and the four of them looked at each other with grim looks on their faces.

GeoGrands #11

(Continued from Entry 8 & 10)

Glitter’s heart was racing in her chest from the sudden humongous growth of Chakra, and she was trying to figure out what was going on when she heard a voice that made the blood in her veins run icy cold. It was HER voice. The enemy of Emthira, the exiled Duchess Grandiosa, Switch!

“If you don’t tell me right now,” she began from just outside the conference room, “where the GeoSphere is, I’ll make you grow so huge Mr. Chakra that you’ll smother yourself and mush lil’ Miss GeoPhysm.”

“We…don’t…know…where it…is,” Glitter heard Chakra huff. She was deadly worried for him. The strain of all that weight on his heart must be unbearable, she thought to herself.

“You have one second,” to tell me, Switch continued, narrowing her eyes. “One….” KA-BOOM!!!

Glitter closed her eyes, startled from the sound of what sounded like a huge laser cannon going off, wondering if Switch had indeed made Chakra grow so large that he exploded!

“Leave this place at once,” she heard a familiar female voice say, “Or my next shot might not be so randomly aimed.”

Glitter opened her eyes, and to her amazement, both she and Chakra were at their natural sizes. Chakra was lying on the floor, trying to catch his breath.

“What happened?” Chakra asked Glitter.

“I don’t know. Are you okay?”

“I just need to rest. Where’s her royal nastiness?”

“Still outside,” Glitter replied. “I think Soleil and Plasma are back.”

Suddenly the power returned to the GeoDome. “Whatever happened,” Glitter continued, has put Ohm out of action, because the power is back on.”

“Are you okay, guys?” the female voice that Glitter heard earlier asked from the entrance to the conference room.

“J-9!” Glitter and Chakra exclaimed at the same time. J-9 was the unofficial ninth GeoGrand; unofficial because the team’s charter only made room for eight members, and she didn’t participate actively on missions. She instead served as support personnel for the team using her ability to invent machines and technological devices. J-9 wasn’t a genius though. Her abilities allowed her subconscious to figure out how to piece things together and perceive the potential and functional use of any machine she came in contact with. She often remarked that she had no idea how she invented her machines but she just put things together and they just seem to work out. If someone, including J-9 wanted to figure out how to replicate any of her devices, they would have to disassemble it to see how it was pieced together.

“No time for pleasantries,” J-9 replied quickly. “Where are the rest of the PolyGens? We need to activate the security protocols to chase them out of here.”

Glitter watched J-9 hurry to the conference room control console and punch in the codes that activated the GeoDome’s AI security system. “They will leave in a hurry once the security droids chase after them,” J-9 said. “Before I entered, I activated one of my Neutral Nets over the dome to neutralize all powers.”

“Oh, that explains what happened with Chakra and I regaining our natural sizes and why I haven’t been able to move my wings or generate any dust,” Glitter replied. “How do you feel now, Chakra?” Glitter asked.

“Better and better, he replied. “We should split up and make sure the PolyGens are gone.”

“Here take one of these,” J-9 said, handing Glitter and Chakra each a small laser gun. “It’s set on stun. Remember, no one has their powers, but we are outnumbered.”

“Thankfully the security droids won’t bother us,” Glitter said. “Let’s go!”





“I’m winning!” Soleil shouted over her shoulder as she skimmed over the Atlantic Ocean waters that bordered Coney Island. She and Plasma, in his cloudy-form were racing each other to the GeoDome after their shopping excursion in Manhattan.

“Not fair!” Plasma shouted back, partially materializing his flesh and bone body so he could respond. “You can almost travel at the speed of light!”

“Well, if you knew how to use your powers better, you’d figure out how to make yourself one with all of the Plasma on Earth, and just teleport to the Dome,” Soleil replied in a condescending tone.

Plasma didn’t respond, but took note again on another change he noticed with Soleil. Soleil was not an analyst. That is too say she wasn’t ditzy, but she never before displayed an ability or interest in the knowledge of how Geomen’s powers worked. As the GeoDome came into view, he suddenly became panicked.

“Soleil, wait!” Plasma shouted as he struggled to catch up to her.

“Uh, uh, you’re not tricking me!” she shouted gleefully.

“No! Something’s wrong!” Plasma explained. “What is a PolyGen ship doing next to the GeoDome?”

“Oh, no! Glitter and Chakra were alone! How did they find us?” Soleil said worriedly.

“Let’s go in to help, but be sneaky. Even with the two of us, and as powerful as we are, we’re still outnumbered.”

“Okay, she said,” in her normal quiet, submissive way. Plasma noted the quick shift in her mood again. “What should we do?”

“I’ll sneak us in by traveling through the air. Come here so I can convert you into your plasma form.”

Soleil was about to oblige, when she stopped and said, “Isn’t that your sister and Raptor flying away from the dome to the ship?”

“It is, and they look like they are in a hurry,” he replied.

“Look, there’s Switch, and the rest of ‘em,” Soleil said. “They look like they are retreating.”

“And now the ship is taking off,” Plasma said. “I hope you were right when you said they look like they were retreating. I’m worried about Chakra and Glitter. I wish we could follow them to see where their base is, but our teammates well-being is priority. Let’s go.”

After a few minutes, the two arrived at the GeoDome and were greeted by two security droids perched outside in guard mode. I know the security system is top-notch, but I find it hard to believe that the PolyGens retreated so easily, Chakra thought to himself.

As they entered the Dome, Soleil shouted, “Glitter!” and began zipping thorough the dome like a ray of light that suddenly entered the room after someone let up a window shade.

Plasma made his way toward the conference room where he saw Soleil almost near tears hugging and caressing Glitter, and J-9 and Chakra trying to comfort her. She really loves Glitter, he thought to himself. She also seems more like her natural self, which is good. “So what happened?” he asked.

After the explanation of the failed PolyGen burglary, and how J-9 had saved the day by surprising everyone with her sudden appearance and her NeturalNet, Plasma asked, “It’s great that you happened to be here when you did J-9, but why are you here?” He still wasn’t comfortable around his ex-.

“For two reasons,” J-9 replied, as she avoided looking Plasma in the eye. “The queen wants the GeoGrands to come back to Emthira permanently. I heard the teleporter was broken so I’m here to fix it.” Then she hesitated as if she were searching for the right words. “The rest of the team is missing. They were supposed to be in Emthira two days ago, and the queen can’t locate them telepathically.”

Suddenly the mood in the room shifted from one of relief to one of panic. Plasma closed his eyes and thought, When will this ever end? From one crisis to the next. The others have to be all right. “We’ll find them,” he finally said breaking the silence. “They are alive. They have to be.”

GeoGrands 10

“Are you sure you want to take the train home?” Plasma asked Soleil. “We could easily cab it.”

“No,” Soleil replied. “I want just want to be normal for today, and do normal people things.”

“Taking a cab isn’t normal?” Plasma said, cocking his head slightly to the left.

“Everyone can’t afford to take a taxi,” she said, standing her tip-toes to stretch her legs. They had finished their shopping excursion on 5th avenue and were at the southern entrance of Central Park .

“Yeah, but then, we’ll have to take a bus from the train station,” Plasma groaned.

“I’ll compromise,” she smiled. “I don’t want to do the bus either. At least not carrying all of these bags.”

“So powers once we get back to Coney Island ?”

“Sure,” Soleil replied, as she headed down the subway entrance to the N, R, and W trains at 59th St . Plasma followed behind her, and on the side of the turnstiles leading to the train platform was a man asking people who were exiting the station if they could swipe their Metrocard to let him in. Most people bustled past him or ignored him. Those who deemed to pay him attention simply walked past him or turned their nosed upward. Some people couldn’t even hear him because they had headphones in their ears listening to their iPod or some other MP3 player.

Soleil reached into her purse and pulled out her Metrocard. She motioned to the man to come over and she swiped him in.

“Thanks so much, miss,” he said as he went thru the turnstile and then towards the platform.

“What did you do that for?” Plasma asked, a little annoyed. “Now we have to wait fifteen minutes before you can swipe your card in.”

Soleil looked intently at Plasma before she answered. Then she said, “Sometimes doing a good deed for someone, even someone you may not know, may save a life or make a difference. Besides, it just makes me feel good.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it a big deal. You’re right. It’s not like we have to rush home to anything.”

“Exactly,” Soleil said, smiling. “Besides, it gives us more time to just be normal. Our lives as GeoGrands can be so demanding sometimes.”

“I know what you mean,” Plasma said. He thought about his sister Ohm, and how she had decided to join the PolyGens. He hoped she was safe and would eventually realize she was following a cause that was wrong.

“What’s wrong?” Soleil asked. She had noticed the sudden shift in Plasma’s demeanor.

“Just thinkin’ about my sister. I miss her.”

“I’m sorry,” Soleil said, as she gently stroked Plasma’s hand. “If you want to talk about it, I’m here for you.”

Plasma blushed a little and turned away from Soleil so she couldn’t see. He didn’t understand what was happening, but he was beginning to feel a spark between him and Soleil. Soleil was in a committed relationship and was a lesbian besides, so nothing could ever happen between the two of them. Still, Plasma couldn’t help but acknowledge how beautiful and sweet Soleil was, and how it would be nice to have someone like her in his life.

Plasma pushed the feelings he had aside and said, “I’ll be okay. I just need to realize that she has to live her life the way she sees fit, and be here for her if she needs me.”

“Aw,” Soleil said, as she grabbed Plasma’s muscular arm and intertwined it with her own. She leaned her head on his broad shoulder, and said, “One day you will be in her life again. And when that day comes, we are going to have the biggest celebration. Just wait and see.”

Plasma was getting a little excited from Soleil being pressed up beside him so he said, “Why don’t I just buy a one-way fare card. We do have all of these bags, and I’m ready to sit down and relax.”

“Okay,” she replied. So Plasma went over to one of the automatic vending machines, slid his Visa card through the slot, and waited for the paper card to come out. He retrieved the card and his receipt, and then they both went through the turnstile toward the platform.

It was late in the afternoon, so the platform was packed. However, when the downtown N train pulled into the station and stopped, there were surprisingly seats available. Plasma and Soleil scrambled onto the train and sat down near one of the train doors.

“Whew, we were lucky,” Plasma said as he collected his bags between his legs.

“I’m glad we found seats,” Soleil replied. “My legs are a little tired.”

“Too tired to be normal,” Plasma teased.

“Oh, stop pickin’,” Soleil answered with a laugh.

While the were riding the train from midtown Manhattan , Plasma observed Soleil sweetness in overtime. A Mexican quartet hopped on the train at 14th street , and serenaded the customers, much to the chagrin of some of the passengers, and even Plasma was a little annoyed, but Soleil cheered them when they were done and tipped them generously.

A teenager was trying to stuff down him McDonalds, and accidentally spilled his Dasani all over his clothes and bags. Soleil secretly used her power in a tight sunbeam when the train went over the Manhattan Bridge to dry the water. The boy, a little warm, but no less more comfortable, was astonished.

When the train pulled into Pacific St , an old bag lady came on, and began begging for money. No one seemed to be paying her any attention, but Soleil stood up, approached her, and pressed a one-hundred dollar bill into her glove-tattered hand.

“God bless you,” the woman said joyously.

“You’re welcome,” Soleil said, smiling warmly on the old woman.

Shortly after the train had left 59th street , it stalled on the train tracks. An automated male voice came on over the loudspeaker and said, “We are momentarily delayed by train traffic ahead of us. Please be patient.” Some of the patrons groaned. Plasma closed his eyes to give them a rest when suddenly Soleil burst out and said, “What the fuck is going on! We’ve been sitting here for almost five minutes!” Then she got out of her seat and went toward the end of the train car and began pounding on the door. “What the fuck is taking so long!!” she screamed.

Plasma was shocked. He had never seen Soleil behave in such a manner. He quickly got out of his seat, and ran toward Soleil. “What’s wrong Soleil? Calm down.”

“What’s wrong is this inefficient train system!” she shouted.

“It’s okay,” Plasma said, trying not to look anyone directly in the eyes as he pulled Soleil back towards their seats. “See the train is starting to move again.”

When the train stopped at the next station, an elderly couple got on near Plasma, and he nudged Soleil while he got up to give one of them his seat.

“What’s wrong with you?” Soleil said, in a slightly annoyed toned.

“This couple needs our seats,” Plasma replied.

“Why do we have to give up our seats?” Soleil said. “There are plenty of other people on this train who don’t have half the stuff that we have to carry. I’m not moving she said,” and tossed her head and hair away from Plasma, diva style.

Plasma could not believe what he was witnessing. He had never seen Soleil act in such a manner. “You can have my seat,” Plasma said, turning toward the old woman.

“I don’t want to sit next to her,” Soleil said in a condescending tone.

Plasma ignored her, and the old woman sat down next to her.

After about a minute, the old woman said, “It’s too hot over here. You can have your seat back. Thanks anyway.”

“Too hot…,” Plasma said as another guy got up to give his seat to the old woman so that she could sit next to her husband who had already found a seat.

Soleil smirked confidently as Plasma sat back down next to her. “What did you do?” he asked.

“I decided to let off a little steam so I made emitted some solar energy. I feel marvelous,” she cooed.

Plasma didn’t know what to think. He had never seen Soleil act so selfishly, almost bitchy. And she used her powers in public to get her way. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Soleil replied.

“You’re just acting very weird. Not like the Soleil I’m use to.”

“Maybe you just don’t know me as well as you think,” she replied in a haughty tone and turned away from Plasma.

Confused, Plasma took out his iPod touch, and Rihanna’s song Disturbia came on. Perfect song for what I’m witnessing right now, he thought as he looked toward Soleil who was checking her makeup in her compact. Beautiful nightmare by Beyoncé came on next, and Plasma hoped that whatever was going with Soleil would end in the sweet dream he was use to instead of the beautiful nightmare he just witnessed.

GeoGrands 9

GeoGrands #9

Buff felt a little uneasy as he, Logic, Density and Elle was walking around exploring the inside of the pyramid. It wasn’t that he was afraid of exploring a strange place. Rather, it was the apprehensiveness that just as he was about to get a taste of the good life, he found himself stranded in the middle of nowhere with a boyfriend he didn’t really love and the boyfriend’s overprotective best friend. He was intrigued by Density however. Her royal pedigree and influence made him want to ensure that he always remained on her good side.

The interior of the pyramid reminded Buff of the inside of a church, except everything was made of gold. The floors, the walls, the tall columns, the light fixtures, and the ceilings are shimmered with gold. The columns themselves were shaped like skinny isosceles pyramids with the vertex touching the floor. The pyramid-shaped light fixtures hung suspended from a chain of gold triangles, and the light fixtures were designed as a chandelier with gold colored crystals. On the walls and floor were triangular designs of many shapes and sizes. The doors of course were equiangular triangles pointing upward. The whole design was breathtaking as it was eccentric and obsessive.

“How long do you think it will be before someone in Emthira will miss us?” Elle asked, breaking the silence.

“Not long hopefully. The queen will start telepathically scanning for us and hopefully send help our way,” Density replied.

“If she can,” Logic interrupted.

“What do you mean?” Density asked.

“Ever since we’ve landed on this island, my telepathy seems to be closed off from the outside world. I’ve tried to reach out beyond the island, but I can’t. I don’t know if that is from my own lack of control or if there is some barrier that protects the island from psi-probes.”

“Ooohhh,” Density said.

“Are you still getting that strange urge you felt when we landed?” Elle asked.

“Yes, and it gets stronger the closer we move toward the interior of the pyramid,” Logic said.

“Can you tell us how far away we are from the center?” Density asked.

“I don’t think it is that much farther,” Logic replied.

“Buff, you’ve been awfully quiet,” Elle asked, turning toward him.

“Oh, no reason. Just thinkin’ it’s weird that we haven’t seen another person or animal since we’ve gotten on this island,” Buff said. He didn’t want them to know that his silence was a focus in concentration on keeping his thoughts safe from Logic. He knew Logic would never intentionally read his mind without permission, but Logic’s lack of control conflicted with his intentions.

“You’re right,” Density said. “I wonder what that means.”

“Have you all noticed that as we go from door to door, that the rooms get smaller and narrower?” Logic asked.

“I wonder what that means,” Density replied. “I noticed that a few rooms back.

“It’s almost like another triangle. The room at the front is the base, and we’re approaching the tip,” Logic explained.

“I think this is the end,” Elle said. “There’s no door at the other end.”

This last room was a single long corridor. Instead of a door at the end there was only a wall with a huge triangular hole in the middle. Directly in front of the hole were several small triangles of various sizes and shapes.

“I wonder what this means.” Density said.

“Girl,” Elle said. “If you say that one more time…” as Logic laughed. He was thinkin’ the same thing and was glad that Elle said it as it would have been shady if he didn’t say it, but then the thought popped out.

“I’m sorry,” Density replied defensively. “I’m just nervous I guess.” She felt a little sheepish. Here she was the leader of some of the most powerful of the Geomen, not to mention heiress to the kingdom of Emthira , and she was acting like a neophyte.

“It looks kinda like a puzzle, doesn’t it?” Logic asked, studying the pieces. He knelt down on the floor and starting moving pieces around.

“What are you doing?” Buff asked.

“I think if we arrange these pieces into a triangle, and figure out how to get it into the wall, we may be able to move on. I have a feeling that whatever has been drawing me to this place is just beyond the wall.”

“Humph,” Buff replied. He was a little jealous that Logic maybe had figured out what to do. Nerd. He thought to himself.

Logic continued to work. He heard what Buff thought, and he tried to block it out of his mind. I hate my power, he thought to himself.

“Why?” Elle asked, as her and Density knelt down to help Logic.

“Why, what?” Logic replied.

“Your power,” Density asked.

“What about my power?”

“You said you hated it,” replied Elle.

“I did?” Logic said.

“I didn’t hear him say anything, Buff said, looking just as confused as Logic.

Logic sighed. Density and Elle probably heard his thought, and because he was trying to keep out of Buff’s mind, he didn’t hear it.

“It’s just hard sometimes, knowing how people really feel about you,” Logic said slowly, trying really hard not to look up. He didn’t need telepathy to know that Buff was now looking at him wondering if he had heard his thought earlier.

“Why don’t you try moving the pieces with your teke?” Density suggested. “You need more practice maintaining fine motor control of smaller objects.”

“I’ll try,” Logic replied.

Soon, with a mix of telekinesis as well as a good old-fashion pick up and place, the puzzle was nearly complete.

“I can’t get this last piece to go in,” Elle said, with a struggle in her voice.

“What’s wrong?” Density asked.

“It’s like some force is pushing it away, like two similar magnetic forces,” Elle replied.

Density started to say I wonder what that means but caught herself. Instead she said “Why don’t you place the last piece, Logic? Your telekinesis might not be affected it.”

Logic laughed and looked at Density. He had heard her thought. Density smiled back, as Logic concentrated his focus on the last triangular piece. It slowly spun through the air and over the space in the triangle.

“Uhhhh,” Logic groaned as he struggled against the force to fit the last piece in. Sweat began forming on his brow, as the others looked on in bewilderment. Logic felt like he was climbing a rope, moving one hand slowly over another to get to his goal.

CLICK! went the piece, and as Logic collapsed on the floor from exhaustion, the pieced triangle began to glow brighter and brighter until it grew so bright that the four GeoGrands could not bear to look upon it. Then, the light vanished, and the room returned to its eerily dimness once more.

“The pieces became one!” Elle exclaimed.

“I was right,” Logic beamed.

“Now we just have to get it into the hole on the wall,” Density said. “Whew, it’s heavy,” she complained, as she tried to lift a corner of it.

“Let me try,” Buff said, flexing his chest. He bent over and easily picked up the triangle, but try as he might, he could not move toward the wall to put it in. “It’s like something is pushing me backwards,” he said, perplexed.

“I’ll help you,” Logic said. He focused his telekinetic power on to Buff and the triangle and slowly pushed him toward the hole.

“It’s working,” Density said softly.

Just as Buff had placed the huge triangle into the hole, suddenly the floor fell out from under them, and they all went plummeting into the darkness below.

GeoGrand 8

“What’s going on?!” Chakra exclaimed. He was sitting cross-legged in his room meditating and chanting, when the GeoDome’s alarm began screeching loudly.

“INTRUDER ALERT. INTRUDER ALERT,” the computerized woman’s voice said over the speaker system.

Who could have infiltrated the Dome, and how? Chakra thought as he raced to the control room of the GeoDome.

“We’re under attack!” Glitter shouted, as she was hurriedly punching commands into the control center’s computer. “I’m trying to activate the Dome’s offensive security parameters, but they’re not coming online.”

“That would be thanks to me,” a female voice from behind Chakra and Glitter cackled gleefully.

“Ohm!” they both shouted. Ohm was a member of the GeoGrands archrivals, the PolyGens, and Plasma’s younger sister. She could control the flow of electrical current thus using her power to block electricity from reaching the security protocols of the GeoDome.

Standing next to her was four more of the PolyGens: Aerial, who could control wind; Phobia, who could induce or intensify already present fears in an individual; the liquidmorph, Fluid; and the Geophysmic Raptor, with claws, leathery skin and agility to match his namesake.

“Hand over the GeoSphere, and we’ll leave you in one piece,” Raptor said, coldly.

“You know us better than that,” Glitter snapped back.

“Seriously, girl,” Raptor replied, brandishing his sharpened claws. “You’re hopelessly outnumbered. Do you really think the two of you can take all of us down?” Glitter despaired for a moment and wondered how the PolyGens knew where the GeoDome was hidden, and if it was a coincidence that they attacked when half of the team was gone, not to mention that Plasma and Soleil had not returned from their shopping excursion into the city. Her glitter dust was absolutely useless against Aerial since all Aerial would do is blow it away. She looked toward Chakra who made a pinching gesture. It didn’t go unnoticed.

“What are you doing?” Raptor demanded.

“You won’t get us or the GeoSphere,” Chakra responded defiantly.

“If you won’t give it to us willingly, maybe we can convince you through your tortured screams,” Raptor threatened lunging forward while the other PolyGens prepared to evoke their powers.

Suddenly, both Chakra and Glitter seemed to disappear as Raptor missed them entirely and crashed on to the floor.

“Where did they go?” Aerial asked.

“Find them!” Raptor shouted, and the PolyGens scrambled out of the conference room in a frenzy.

“That was close,” Glitter said to Chakra as they huddled in a small corner of the room. The two had used their powers to shrink themselves; Glitter reducing herself to her miniature fairy-like size and Chakra evoking his Vishuddha chakra which controlled his own size.

“We need to figure out a way to reactivate the security protocols,” Chakra said. We could take them down one by one, but that would take too long.”

“Let’s look for Ohm. If we can subdue her,” Glitter replied, “then the power should be restored to the security grid. Make yourself a little smaller so I can carry you, and then we can fly around and look for her.”

“Here goes,” Chakra said, as he prepared to shrink himself smaller.

Suddenly he grew enormous almost crushing Glitter, who just managed to get out of the way.

“What are you doing?!” she exclaimed in a panic.

“It’s…not…me,” Chakra said between breaths. He had grown so large and fat now he could hardly move as his body seemed to fill every space it could in the conference room.

“Oh, no,” Glitter said somberly. “She’s here. Switch.”

Switch, or the Duchess Grandiosa, was Density’s aunt and the leader of the PolyGens. It was thought that she was behind the king’s disappearance so she could seize control of the GeoGrams and the kingdom and was thus exiled from Emthira. She later formed the PolyGens to aid in her quest to find the missing GeoGrams so that she could depose Queen Eleanora and rule Emthira.

Switch had a unique talent that made her a very dangerous adversary to any Geoman. She could seize control of a Geoman’s power, and make him or her use it anyway she desired. Sometimes, depending on her particular target’s abilities, she could also make the powers have opposite effects. Speedsters would suddenly move very slowly or strongmen would get so weak, they couldn’t pick up a piece of hay much less stand on their own two feet. In this case, she took Chakra’s size changing power and made him grow to gargantuan, obese proportions.

“If you don’t tell me right now,” she began from just outside the conference room, “where the GeoSphere is, I’ll make you grow so huge Mr. Chakra that you’ll smother yourself and mush lil’ Miss GeoPhysm.”

“We…don’t…know…where it…is,” Chakra huffed, straining to speak.

“You have one second,” to tell me, Switch continued, narrowing her eyes. “One….”

GeoGrands #7

“You’re doing just fine, Logic,” Density said in a coaching voice.
“My head feels like it’s going to burst open,” Logic replied quietly. He was using his telekinetic power to levitate himself, Buff and Elle through the air over the ocean. Density was using her own power to float through the air.
“Breathe deep and concentrate,” Elle said. She had miniaturized herself and was perched on Logic’s shoulder.
“Where are we at anyway?” Buff asked. “We need to find someplace to land soon before you drop us.”
“Not…helping…,” Logic said through clenched teeth.
Density was a little worried. As a telekinetic, with the proper time and training, Logic would have easily been able to carry massive amounts of weight with his mind that he couldn’t physically carry. He was nowhere near that level of expertise, however, and he wasn’t very strong physically. Density was still slightly impressed that he was handling his own weight and Buff’s albeit just barely. Elle had shrunk herself as small as she could to ease the burden.
“Do you think we lost the Polygens?” Elle asked.
“I hope so,” Density replied. “We dropped low enough out of airspace that hopefully their radars won’t pick us up, or if they do, they might mistake our mass size for a flock of birds.”
“I see land!” yelled Buff causing Logic to temporarily drop altitude suddenly.
“Do you have to yell?” Elle fussed. “He’s trying to concentrate.
“That’s weird,” Density said. “We’re not quite near Emthira yet, but we do need to land.”
Logic wanted to respond, but all of his concentration was focused on just keeping them aloft in the air. I’m going to drop altitude, he thought as hard as he could, hoping the others would hear his thought via his telepathy.
“I don’t know if I’m ever going to get use to hearing your voice in my head,” Elle said.
“At least that means he is getting more control over his telepathy,” Density said as she smiled and gave Logic a reassuring look.
Soon, the foursome landed on a beach of what appeared to be a tropical island. Off the shoreline were a row of thickly arranged palm trees and behind them was a huge pyramid.
“Where are we?” Logic asked wearily as he collapsed on the beach.
“I’m not sure,” Density said. “Let’s rest a minute and then we’ll go exploring. That pyramid up ahead looks as good as any place to start. How long do you think it will be before you can morph again, Elle?”
“Awhile, yet,” she replied. “My arm is still very sore, and changing shape could reopen the wound. I don’t want to risk it. I’m just relieved that morphing into another shape usually takes care of serious injuries.”
“What’s wrong, Logic?” Buff asked. “You looked like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I don’t know. I get a strange vibe off of this island. And the pyramid, I feel drawn to it. Like I have to get there no matter what.”
“Are you rested and ready?” Density asked.
“I just have a horrible headache but I’ve been dealing with headaches all my life,” he replied.
“Alrighty, then. Let’s go see what’s up with that pyramid,” Density said.

GeoGrands #6

“Thanks for coming into the city with me,” Plasma said to Soleil. “I needed a break from the GeoDome.”
“I did, too.” Soleil replied. “Plus, Nina is ranting again about not being made team leader. A few hours apart is just what I needed.”
Plasma smiled. “I don’t believe I’ve ever heard you complain,” he said.
“Oh, I’m not complaining,” Soleil said, smiling back. “Just stating a fact. I understand why she feel s so strongly about it, and I can appreciate it. I just need a break from it,” she continued, laughing.
The pair were taking a shopping excursion in midtown on fashionable 5th avenue, shopping at such stores as Bergdorf Goodman, Lord & Taylor, and Fendi. Together they were quite the attractive couple; Plasma with his tanned skin, dirty blonde hair, lean muscles and a chin that could crack walnuts, and Soleil, whose long legs carried her thin body quickly and powerfully making her long, thick ebony hair, that constrasted with her ivory teeth under her angular cheekbones, sway gracefully from side to side. In every store they entered, the attendants treated them with dignity and respect, and the two GeoGrands graciously and politely interacted with them, asking them about their day and their loved ones and leaving genorous tips whenever they would leave one department to began shopping in another.
While Soleil was examining a bright, yellow velour suit in Juicy Couture, and young toddler-aged girl ran up to her and said loudly, “You’re pretty!! Are you a model?”
Soleil smiled sweetly and replied, “No, sweetie. But thank you for the compliment. You’re very beautiful yourself.”
“Can I have your autograph?” the girl asked, beaming as Soleil knelt down to talk to her and Plasma patted her soft curly hair.
“Miriam! How many times have I told you not to bother people you don’t know?” a woman scolded coming from around a display of sunglasses.
“I’m sorry,” Miriam said sheepishly as she head her head.
“It’s alright,” Plasma said. “She’s very adorable.” Miriam beamed.
“Is she your girlfriend?” Miriam asked.
“Yes, yes she is, Plasma replied quickly. Soleil smiled again but wondered why Plasma lied when he knew full well she was dating Glitter.
“I’m sorry again,” Miriam’s mother said looking down toward Miriam with a scowl on her face. “Thank you for being so kind. We really must be going.”
“Do we have to?” Miriam said. She grabbed Soleil’s hand tightly and would not let go.
“I’ll tell you what,” Soleil said as she removed her gold encrusted sun hairpin from her hair. “Here’s a present for you to remember me by.”
“Oh, wow! Thanks!” Miriam yelled again, the sparkle returning to her eyes.
“Thank you,” Miriam’s mother said, as she dragged Miriam away through the crowd of patron in the department store. Soleil watched them as long as she could before they disappeared from sight.
“You love children, don’t you?” Plasma asked, as Soleil stood in a trance.
She replied wistfully, “Yes. I would love to have a couple of kids one day.”
“Your time will come. I’m sure you’ll make a wonderful mother.”
“Maybe,” Soleil said as she sighed.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m a lesbian so my options of bringing a child into the world are somewhat different.”
“I’m sure it’s easier than two men having a child together,” Plasma replied. “Lesbian couples in Emthira have children all the time.”
“Yeah, but they’re not dating Nina,” Soleil said softly.

GeoGrands #5

“I should be team leader instead of Grandolyn,” grumbled Glitter to Chakra. “We both have been on this team much longer than she has. We know what works and what doesn’t. We’ve had nothing but failures on missions since she took over.”
Chakra sighed. Glitter’s almost daily rants about why she should be team leader and not Density had worn out his ears weeks ago.
“Not to mention that she let Buff the bum and Logic the lame on the team,” Glitter continued.
“Maria,” Chakra began, “The Princess was the Queen’s chosen. There’s nothing we can really do about it so why worry over it.”
“Nothing like nepotism,” Glitter replied shaking her head. “I still don’t understand why this doesn’t bother you.”
“As I have told you before, being leader is not my style. And honestly, I don’t think Grandolyn is doing that bad of a job considering what major hits we’ve taken lately that was beyond her control. We lost two mainstays as well as a leader from the team and they were replaced by neophytes. Not to mention that J9 is on a leave of absence and we are working from a place none of us are familiar with except the neophytes. One day Grandolyn will be queen so she will have led us eventually anyway.”
“Oh, who asked you,” Glitter stuck out her tongue at Chakra. “At least Grandolyn could have done what she promised, and admitted some more GeoPhysms. Emthira treats us like we’re second class citizens. If more of us were in the celebrity spotlight it would give us chance to equalize things a bit and give our cause a voice.”
“Are you sure that is the only reason why you want to be leader?”
“Well,” Glitter smiled. “There is a huge benefit from being the leader; the celebrity status that comes with it, getting invited to all of the major entertainment events, modeling clothes for designers. Grandolyn gets all of that anyway since she is the princess. It would help the cause of the GeoPhysms if one of us were at that level of stardom and exposure.”
The GeoPhysms were Geomen whose powers and abilities came from physical differences in their bodies such as claws, fur, extra appendages or wings like the ones Glitter had. In the Geomen culture, the GeoPhysms were looked down upon because they could not conform to the standard of beauty the Geomen, or humans for that mattered, embodied.
“I hear you,” Chakra replied. “The way the GeoPhysms are treated as inferior is a crime.” Chakra reflected on how he himself had been guilty of believing in the GeoPhysm stereotypes or watching GeoPhysms suffer discrimination while he sat idly by and did nothing.
“To me,” Glitter said, “The GeoGrands represent the best the Geomen can be. We are the face of power and prestige on Emthira but not having any GeoPhysms on the team is not a true reflection of our people.”
“But you’re a GeoPhysm,” Chakra replied.
“Yeah, but I’m the only one, and I can pass for what is considered normal. All I have are my wings and I can hide those under clothes. And the markings on my face and body are not tattoos but birthmarks. Since tattoos are accepted, at least by our generation, I can slide by. I feel guilty sometimes because I can pass,” Glitter said despondently.
“I understand a little better now,” Chakra responded and he reached over and gave Glitter a hug.
“Thanks.” she said. “Now if only all the Geomen would understand,” Glitter sighed.

GeoGrands 4

“I really don’t want to do this,” Elle complained. “Isn’t there any other way?”
“If there were, we wouldn’t use this option,” replied Density. “You know the GeoGlobe is broken so we can’t teleport to Emthira, and J9 is on a research expedition so she isn’t here to fix it.”
“When is J9 coming back anyway?” asked Buff.
“I’m not sure,” Density said. “I just hope that whatever she discovers helps us find the remaining GeoGrams.”
“It’s going to be okay,” Logic softly said to Elle. “We’re not heavy at all, and we’ll be very careful.” Elle was going to shape herself into a helicopter, and Buff, Density and Logic were going to ride inside of her to get to Emthira.
“We should have our own jet like the X-Men’s blackbird or somethin’,” Buff stated.
“And where we would keep such an aircraft?” Density explained. “I know we have been in New York several months, but as you and Logic will soon see, we never stay in one place for too long before we are off on the next lead to a GeoGram.”
“Why have we been in New York so long?” Buff questioned.
“Partly to get you and Logic adjusted to the GeoGrand life, partly because the queen thought it best if we laid low for awhile to ensure the Great Sphere remains secured in our possession. I have a feeling that this meeting she has requested will affect our current status quo, though.”
“I feel kinda weird not packing anything,” Logic said.
“Don’t worry. Everything you will need will be taken care of when we arrive in Emthira.”
“Plus,” Elle began, “I don’t need any extra weight to carry. Its bad enough I have to fly all the way there and carry you all besides. You know I’m delicate a flower,” she cooed. Logic was about to open his mouth to say something, but Elle cut him off. “And don’t you even start tryin’ to read.”
“Well don’t leave yourself open,” Logic snickered.
“Let’s get this show on the road,” Elle said. Suddenly her womanly figured expanded into a neat, pink helicopter.
“Why does it have to be pink?” Buff groaned.
“Because today, I’m channeling Lil’ Kim,” Elle replied while Logic and Density laughed. The three Geomen climbed into the helicopter and took their seats. “Please prepare for takeoff,” Elle’s voice said coming in thru a speaker system.
“I knew you were a powerful shape changer,” Logic began, “But I didn’t know you were this powerful. This is like a real helicopter!”
“The only limits to my shape changing are my imagination,” Elle crooned through the speaker. “Okay here we go!” The propellers slowly began to turn faster and faster, lifting the helicopter into the air.
“We have our own Ellecopter!” Logic said excitedly.
“That’s cute,” Density replied.
“Don’t name me like that,” Elle said. “I don’t plan on making this a habit.” Elle was now flying over Coney Island and headed in a southerly direction toward the Caribbean. Emthira was located in the Southern Hemisphere on an uncharted landmass a lil’ over halfway between Africa & South America.
“How is it that no one has discovered Emthira?” Buff inquired.
“When the Geomen settled in this dimension thousands of years ago,” Density replied, “The Geomen magicians banded together and cast a spell over Emthira so that only Geomen could see it.”
“Why don’t ships bump into it accidentally?” Logic asked.
“That’s part of the spell. Anyone who isn’t a Geomen subconsciously avoids Emthira as they approach it. Sailors who chart their course through Emthira avoid it without realizing that their subtlety sailing off course.”
“Wow, that is amazing,” the couple both said, astonished.
As the foursome moved toward the south, they were all absorbed in their own thoughts. Elle was eagerly awaiting the chance to see her boyfriend again and enjoy the celebrity status that came with being a GeoGrand in Emthira. Buff was happy to finally get away from New York on his own terms without depending on anyone. Density was anxiously anticipating seeing her mother again. Logic was thinking about his powers and meeting others like himself in Emthira.
Suddenly, the Ellecopter dropped sharply, and Elle screamed over the loudspeaker. “Someone is shooting at me!” she shouted.
Density hurriedly looked out of the window and saw a sleek black jet hot on their heels shooting at them.
“Can you shake them?” Density asked.
“I’m a helicopter, not a jet, but I’m gonna alter my backside to give us a boost. Get ready,” Elle warned. The three Geomen were thrown back on their seats as Elle doubled her speed.
“They’re still gaining!” Buff exclaimed as the unmarked jet continued to shoot towards them.
“It’s the PolyGens!” Logic shouted. “I can feel their presence!”
“How did they know we were even on our way to Emthira?” Density wondered.
“Arrrgh!!!” Elle cried out in pain over the speaker system, “We’re going down! I can’t maintain this shape!” The helicopter fluttered and then began a speedy descent towards the clear, blue waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

GeoGrands #3

“Let’s get this meeting underway,” Density began. “The reason I called you all here is that I will be taking a trip to Emthira, and while this may not be the best time, considering what happened with the PolyGens recently, our leader, Queen Eleanora, has requested my presence to discuss the future of the GeoGrands and our failures at finding the remaining GeoGrams.”
“Are you worried that she may replace us or disband the team?” Chakra asked. Chakra, or Micah Ebenezer, was the most experienced and longest serving GeoGrand on the team. Of Indian descent, he had the ability to harness the mysterious forces known as chakra which gave him various abilities over his mind and body.
“Not especially,” Density replied. “I had hoped that recruiting Logic and Buff into the team would restore her confidence in us, and even though Buff has contributed admirably, Logic’s lack of control over his powers makes him a liability on the team.”
“I really am trying Density,” Logic defended.
“I know you are. That is why I am taking you and Buff with me to Emthira. My mother herself is an exceptional telepath, and maybe she can help you or lead us to someone who can. Besides, you two have never been to Emthira, and it would help you if you knew more about where you and your ancestors came from.”
“I’m going also,” Elle said. “I miss my boo, and this will give me a chance to see him.”
“Okay, so it’s settled then,” Density replied. “Buff, Logic, and Elle will accompany me to Emthira. Chakra, Glitter, Soleil, and Plasma will stay here and make sure things run smoothly and nothing happens to the GeoSphere.”
“When are we going to go after the GeoCube?” Plasma asked. The Abercrombie Plasma, whose was born Johnathan Alcot, had the ability to transform his body into living plasma allowing him to become almost invisible and get around most barriers by sliding through very narrow spaces in his plasma state. He also wore a magnetic field simulator so that he could partially affect electronics and generate lasers.
“I will discuss that with the Queen as well,” Density replied. “We are not ready to take on the PolyGens just yet. When we do, I want us to be on top of our game. We can’t afford another misstep like last time.”
“How long will you all be gone?” Soleil asked. Soleil, a modelesque Japanese woman, got her name from her sun-like powers. She could manipulate solar energy giving her such abilities as super speed and a beam of pure sunlight which she could generate from her body. Soleil was the sweetheart of the group, which sometimes made her hesitate to use her powers offensively.
“Does it matter?” Glitter, Soleil’s girlfriend replied, in her usual short-gruff tone. “We got this covered until they come back. Miss Logic needs to get her head fixed so she can actually be of use to us on this team.”
“I done told you, you don’t know me like that to be calling ‘miss’ and ‘girl’,” Logic snapped back.
“Ooohhh, the lil’ queen is tryin’ to get a spine now,” Glitter mocked. Elle looked on waiting to see if Buff was going to defend Logic, but he just sat there with an amused look on his face.
“I’ve been tryin’ to be nice to you for Soleil’s sake, but if you really wanna know what I think of you…” Logic began.
“That is enough!” Density shouted. “These petty squabbles have got to stop. I know everyone is on edge since we lost the GreatCube to the PolyGens, but we have to pull together if we intend to make it right.”
“It’s all my fault,” Logic said. “My telepathic powers failed us, failed me, when we needed them most.”
“Don’t worry, honey,” Elle said, stroking Logic’s hand. “The Queen will help you, and everything will be okay, won’t it, Glitter?” Elle turned toward Glitter and asked going from sweet to street in a millisecond.
“Yeah, whatever,” Glitter mumbled.
“Okay, now that everyone is on the same page, Buff, Logic and Elle, let’s prepare for our trip,” Density said. “Meeting dismissed.”
As the GeoGrands filed out of the conference room, a lone figure lingered behind and pulled out a cell phone. Speaking in whispered tones, “Half of the team is leaving to go to Emthira soon. If you want the GeoSphere, now is the time to strike.”

GeoGrands #2

Princess Grandolyn Emthira twirled a lock of her strawberry-blonde hair, looked out of her window at the sprawling skyscrapers of New York City and sighed. How I wish I could just live a normal life among normal humans, she thought to herself as she shivered nervously in her GeoGrand uniform. Every time she held a meeting with the GeoGrands a feeling of uneasiness sprang up in her and settled in the pit of her stomach. She never dreamed she would be on the GeoGrands, the team her late father founded to protect the GeoGrams and the kingdom of Emthira or that she would actually be leading them. It hadn’t been that long since leadership of the team passed down to her, and it was a position she didn’t want. However, as her mother pointed out, it was her responsibility, as heir to the throne, to ensure that the power that gave the Geomen their wondrous abilities was recovered and restored to its rightful place to ensure that the planet was safe from harm.
She thought about her teammates, some she barely knew, and some that were not even natives of Emthira but were Geomen none the less; a consequence of the GeoGrams being spread out over the planet instead of remaining inside of the hidden kingdom of Emthira. When the first Geoman manifested outside of Emthira’s borders, the Geomen’s worst fears were realized. Geomen that had left Emthira years ago to live among humans had their powers, but since their children were not born in Emthira among the GeoGrams, they received no powers and lived as normal human beings. The genetic quirk, Gene ExpressiveOsis, was still present in the children and their descendants, but without the GeoGrams, there were no outward manifestations to separate a Geoman from a normal human. Now that the GeoGrams were lost and spread out over Earth, the descendants of the wandering Geomen were developing powers and it was only a matter of time before the secret of the Geomen might be discovered or a Geoman not raised in the Emthiran ways would abuse his power over normal humans.
When they were on missions, Grandolyn’s code name was Density because she had the power to alter her body’s density making it as hard as diamond or as thin as air resulting in a myriad of effects and abilities on Grandolyn’s body.
“Density, Buff and Logic are here. We’re ready for you,” Glitter, another GeoGrand, spoke out over the loudspeaker, breaking Density out of her thoughts. Glitter, or Nina Pilar, was the outspoken roughneck of the team. Contrary to her nature were her fairy-like powers. Glitter could miniaturize her body to almost 3 inches and fly with the help of fairy-like wings that grew from her back. She could also generate glitter dust of various colors that each had a unique effect. For example, her red glitter caused sneezing fits while her yellow glitter possessed healing properties.
“I’m coming down right now,” Density responded, pressing the gold button on the wall near her bed to relay her response over the intercom system of the GeoDome, the headquarters of the GeoGrands.
As Density descended down toward the conference room, her nervousness returned. Her mother wanted her daughter to come home to Emthira, and going home meant facing everything that had made her sad since her father’s passing. She didn’t know if she was ready to face that or her mother for that matter.

GEOGrands by Hayward Aaron

“Baby, wake up. You’re doing it again.
“Huh,” Logic mumbled as he brushed his small right hand over his closed right eye. Something didn’t feel right, and his body was tingling all over. He slowly opened his eyes, and “Oh my God!” Then all of a sudden, Logic, his boyfriend Buff, and everything in their bedroom clamored back to their original resting places from where they had been suspended in the air.

This is not going to be a good day, Logic thought to himself. Already he was faced with the number-one issue of his young life; the control of his telekinetic power.
“You really need to learn to get that under control,” Buff complained, sitting up in the bed and rubbing his broad, muscular back. “I don’t know if it is even safe for me to be sleeping in the room anymore.”
Oh sure, Logic thought. Another excuse for us not to have sex.
“What did you say?” Buff turned toward Logic with an ‘I know you just didn’t go there’ look on his face. Despite his best efforts, sometimes a little queenie would slip through his overbearing machismo.
“I didn’t say anything,” Logic replied, with a confused look on his face.
“No, but you thought it,” Buff retorted. “Don’t worry, I have plenty of enough reasons for us not to do that,” he said as he walked out of the room.
Logic sighed, and he fought back tears. It didn’t matter that he loved Buff unconditionally, and that he showered him with love, affection and whatever Buff wanted. If Buff wanted new sneakers, Logic got it for him. If Buff wanted a new video game, it would be waiting on the TV screen when he got home. If Buff wanted a night on the town, Logic gave it to him while he stayed at home since he couldn’t afford for both of them to go out, have nice clothes and extra luxuries. The only that kept Logic from breaking down was his pressing concern over the control of his mental abilities. Now he was unconsciously projecting his thoughts, and if those thoughts were meant to be private it could get him into a lot of trouble.

As Logic prepared to get out of bed, the black cordless phone on the nightstand on Buff’s side of the bed began to ring. At first, Logic was going to stretch across the queen size bed to get the phone, but then he decided to try to use his telekinesis to bring the phone to him.
He looked toward the phone and squinted his eyes to help him focus. He began to feel a force emanate from him in what seemed like a million different directions. Slowly he tried to bring that force into one direction between him and the phone’s receiver. It was working! It seemed like an invisible arm was reaching outwards from him towards the phone and the nightstand. Logic tried to focus his telekinesis on the phone only, but it wasn’t working and now the nightstand and everything on it was suspended in mid-air.

The phone stopped ringing and Logic slowly brought the nightstand back down to the floor. Well at least I can bring objects back down instead of them falling to the floor now, he thought to himself. He reached for the receiver and checked the caller ID and saw that it was his best friend Elle who had called.

Elle was Logic’s oldest best friend and they both were on the GeoGrands, a super hero team charged with guarding the GeoGram, the Great Sphere, as well as searching for other GeoGrams. The GeoGrams are tuned into Earth’s delicate life system and misuse of the Grams would wreak havoc on Earth and all of its inhabitants. Elle is a polymegamorph, able to change her body into any shape, size or material she desires.

Logic dialed Elle’s cell phone number, and listened to Trina’s song, ‘I Got a Bottle’ play, while he waited for Elle to answer.
“Chile, why you just now calling me back?” Elle questioned.
“What do you mean? You only called just now,” Logic replied.
“I’ve been blowin’ up your cell phone, all night.”
“ Girl, you know I had cut it off ‘cuz I needed some privacy.”
“So did you get some?” Elle asked excitedly.
“Naw. He made up some excused about being tired,” Logic answered sadly.
“Tired from what? That nigga don’t work, and all he does is play video games and eat up all your food. I oughta come over there and…”
“Girl, leave it be,” Logic cut her off. He didn’t want to go there again defending his relationship with Buff to Elle. “Wassup? Why did you call?”
“Oh yeah. Density has called a meeting this afternoon. Apparently, another lead on a GeoGram has surfaced.”
“I hope it wasn’t like the last lead. We almost lost the Great Sphere because of that. And I really didn’t like missing class for that.”
“Well, Miss honey, if your telepathy would work the way it was suppose to, we would’ve known it was a sham from the PolyGens,” Elle said.
“Don’t remind me. And speaking of which, I’m having trouble keeping my thoughts from projecting outward. You know what that means.”
“I do?” Elle questioned.
“Your secret. It could slip if I can’t keep my thoughts under control.”
“Well then don’t think about it,” Elle responded pensively.
“Easier said than done,” Logic replied. “I can’t help but think about it every time I see you and your homophobic boyfriend all hugged up together. It makes me sick, and I can’t believe you’re actually in love with him.”
“Well even more motivation for you to get your telepathy under control,” Elle responded. “I need you to do that for me please. I’ve never been more happy.”
“Are you ever going to tell him?” inquired Logic.
“I want to, but I’m afraid I’ll lose him.” Elle responded sadly.
“You know I will never let you down, girl. I’m going to get these powers under control if it kills me.”