A few days passed since that mysterious incident. Aneira doesn't remember much of that dreadful day. She was walking back from her part-time job. A flash of neon green blinded her, knocking her clear off her feet. A cold, excruciating sensation clawed at her soul, ripping inside her maliciously. After she regained consciousness, she was laying on the street. A splitting migraine pierced through her skull, leaving her nauseous. After she returned home, Aneira collapsed on her bed, exhausted. Unbeknownst to her, that explosion mutated her DNA.
A sigh escaped her lips. Aneira was currently watching the news, listening to the ridiculous broadcast about ghosts. Her expression twisted with a scowl. Despite the imposing evidence, she didn't believe in ghosts. Most civilians evacuated the town, leaving only a few brave souls. Her mother was currently on a business trip, away from this madness. Aneira was in charge of protecting her younger brother, Kian. He may of turned thirteen a month ago, but Aneira didn't care. She watched over him, nonetheless. Over the years, they formed a close bond. She practically raised Kian since their mother was always busy. At one point, she was bothered by her mother's schedule, but she learned to endure. Once she entered high school, Aneira stopped caring. Due to her uncouth nature, Aneira didn't make any friends. She wasn't the type to trust easily. After an incident in the past, her trust in humanity dwindled. Family was more important to her than friends.
"Hey Niri, do you have a s-" he cut himself off.
Aneira tilted her head back. "What's up?" she inquired.
Kian stood there, stunned. He lifted his hand and pointed at her body. "W-what-how are you doing that?" he replied incredulously.
An eyebrow raised in response. "How am I what?" She peered down at her waist. Her eyes widened completely. She was standing in the middle of her kitchen island! It wasn't towards the side, but in the center. A scream tore through her throat. "Vhat in ze hell is zhis!" she snapped, slipping into her accent. Aneira stumbled backwards, phasing out of the island. She remembered pacing around her kitchen, contemplating on the broadcast. She didn't finish watching the news. Aneira inspected her waist. The lower half of her body was intangible. A few seconds later, she returned to normal. Aneira averted her attention to her brother. She winced at his terrified expression.
"H-how-" he stammered.
Aneira shook her head. "I don't know. One minute, I was pacing. I wasn't paying attention where I was going," she explained. Aneira brushed past her brother. She needed fresh air. She was panicking inside, but she didn't let it show. Aneira slipped on her signature leather jacket, pulling on a pair of combat boots. Her outfit consisted of a pair of ripped skinny jeans, an old graphic short-sleeved slim tee, and her boots. She ran a hand through her short, cropped hair. What was happening to her? Aneira recalled that ominous light. Did something change when she was engulfed in a sea of green? Aneira exited her house, leaving her younger brother alone. She jammed her hands in her pockets, sauntering down a street. She didn't have a destination in mind. Aneira was trying to grasp her new found ability. Intangibility only occurred in ghosts. That was preposterous, however. She wasn't a ghost! Last time she checked, she was a live, not dead. Aneira grumbled a few words underneath her breath, switching to her native tongue, German.