Ode Codi

My name is Ode Codi and odd as it sounds, I am a psychic crime consultant. If truth be told however, I’m not a very good one. My attention to detail is surely lacking and my psychic ability is pretty much crap. What can I do, you ask? I smell the past, present and sometime the future. Pathetic, I know. You're probably thinking - What does the 'past' smell like? Well, it actually smells the same as the present and the future. It's hard to explain what happens, but I smell aromas that were (or are or will be) in the air when a violent act is committed. I know it's in my head and not my nose, but when it happens it smells so real, I forget that they are non-existent to others. Not very impressive is it, barely worthy of being called a “Gift”. In fact, I have virtually no control over my ability what-so-ever. The phantom smells, as I refer to them, are random and seemingly unrelated to the crime in question. To make it even more frustrating is that sometimes they are from the past, sometime from the present and quite often from the future, and for the most part I can’t distinguish between which "time" the smells are from. Basically, in the psychic world I am the “Storm” of the X-men. You’ve thought it, I know you have “The ability to make it rain? What good it that?” Especially compared to some of the others: telepathy, telekinesis, transformation into someone else (my personal favorite), even the laser-eye thingy is better than being able to create a summer breeze.

Recently though, I’ve sensed some changes in my abilities. The smells seem to be getting stronger, more distinct. They seem to linger a little longer than they used to. I think I am beginning to be able be to identify a phantom smell from an actually smell. Up until recently, the phantom smell would just waft passed me. It didn't feel like it was happening to me, but happening around me. As soon as I realized it was happening it vanished. It was gone before I had a chance to understand what (or when) it was.

I've noticed recently my abilities are developing. I'm beginning to have some control over what is happening. Yesterday, I was in line waiting to order an extremely unhealthy lunch, the kind that has more grease and calories than a 'fit' person would consume in a week, when I was hit with the thick putrid stench of rotting meat. It surrounded me like a fog. I gagged uncontrollably. The people around me began to scattered as I retched and spat the bile that forced its way up m