The next day Roy skipped school and
decided to stay home.
Roy sat in his room, looking at the
hamster.
Where
do I start? He concentrated on the hamsters thoughts, nothing. Eat some food. But it just sat staring
dopy at Roy. What else can I do? It can’t
understand me, maybe instead of trying to use words I should use images. “Eat!” Roy imagined the
hamster’s feeding dish and the feeling of hunger. The hamster slowly walked to
its dish and started to eat. Okay let’s
see what else I can make it do. Maybe it will play dead. Roy went back into
the hamsters mind, he imagined it playing dead, the hamster soon laid on its
back and shut its eyes. Awesome! That’s
enough for now, I should try it on someone.
Roy looked in on the couple across
the street. He saw the wife in the bedroom with a man. “That’s not her husband.
I feel so sorry for him. Let’s make her a little more faithful.” Roy started
listening to her thoughts, he began poking around. Do I have to think of the action or can I just tell her it? In her mind he thought, “Get off
him.”
She ceased.
“Babe what’s wrong?” The man asked.
“I don’t want to do this.”
“Why?”
Roy then told her, “Because you love
your husband and don’t want to hurt him.”
“Because I love my husband, now
please leave.”
Roy read the man’s mind. Then I’ll just tell her husband.
No
you won’t. Roy thought.
Scratch
that I won’t.
The man departed.
Roy sat in his room, a cold sweat
covered his body.
“That’s... that’s not right.” He
said out loud. “I shouldn’t do that, but I will have to.”
Roy walked into the bathroom, the
faucet of the bath tub turned on, and the lever to prevent water from draining
turned over. He stripped down.
“I have to do something about this.”
He looked at the cut.
He started to remove the stitches,
it bled, but soon he stopped the bleeding. I
should be able to heal this. He concentrated on the wound and how it should
look and its basic anatomy. It began to heal, but hurt as it did it. Just a little more. Finally he was finished.
Roy’s attention then turned to his
hand. Making the cast split itself, it revealed an array of unhealed stitches.
It was trial and error, at first, as he peered through his hand, he fused bone
together and healed the cuts, which the surgeon had used to gain access to the
inside of the hand. Then it was to the other hand, which he did the same, but
to a lesser degree.
Sitting in the bathtub, it was like
heating butter, Roy melted in the tub, his body relaxed.
The water was considerably warm.
Steam filled the room, the mirrors fogged up.
I
can’t believe this. It’s like not only can I control the world around me but
also the people. I can do whatever I want. Roy stuck his head into the water. I can do whatever I want, but what do I want? He thought of Nina.
Roy sat in the bath for a few
minutes before he started to think. I
need to accomplish something productive.
He started to concentrate, he was soon seeing a crowd of people in a
plaza a few miles from his house, down town.
Roy looked at a young man, he had
just bought a cup of coffee from one of the venders. He walked away from the
vender, but just a few yards away his shoulder hit the shoulder of another man,
spilling the coffee on the others shirt.
“What the fuck man?!”
“I’m so sorry it was an accident.”
The man, dripping with coffee,
grabbed the other. He reared back his fist. Your
not going to hit him. Roy thought to the man. Now you two make up and go on with your business.
The man let go of the other. “I’m
sorry for manhandling you like that.”
“It’s okay, I did deserve it after
all I did spill coffee on you.”
“It’s okay man.” The two went on
their separate ways.
I
can’t believe I just did that.
Roy continued to patrol the area for
ways to use his new found power.
Soon Roy heard the sirens, police
cars sped pass the plaza, he followed.
The police stopped in front of a
bank.
“Let the hostages go!” A voice
sounded from a megaphone.
Yes!
A bank robbery, with hostages! Well it’s not like it’s a good thing, but I can
do some good here. Roy
looked into the bank.
“If you pigs don’t give into our
demands we’ll start killing hostages!” One of the robbers yelled. He pointed
his gun at the hostages. The police saw this through the buildings main window.
“What do we do?” An officer asked
himself.
Roy looked the hostages over, they
had something strapped to them. Explosives?
Damn these guys are serious. That one guy must have a dead mans switch
connected to his wrist, do the police know? The police had no idea about
it.
“Once you have a clear shot, take
them out.” An officer said into a CB.
“Okay.” A voice replied.
Shit!
Dude surrender!
The robber slowly settled the gun on
to the ground.
It did not change the officers
outside’s plans.
“He seems to have placed the gun on
the ground, first chance you get shot.” The officer once again said.
No!
Tell him not to shot! Roy commanded.
“Shooter stand down. Scratch that
shot.”
“Sorry no can do.” The voice
replied.
What
the fuck does he mean?! Shit where is he? Roy looked around. Damn it, if I can’t see him I can’t do any
thing. Shit! Dude, get somewhere where you can’t be seen. He directed the
robber to behind a counter that split the front of the bank from where the
money was held. Think, where would he be
at?
Bang!
The glass shattered and a hole
formed in the counter. Shit is he dead? He looked, the bullet had missed
him. Okay, they know where he’s at but
where is that sniper?
“The shot was a miss, I’ll try
again.” The gunman said over the radio. “Ready to take a second shot.”
Shit!
Fuck! What to do?
A count down started over the radio.
“3”
No,
don’t!
“2”
Where
is he?
“1”
Roy panicked. Stop it! Everyone stop! He commanded.
Everyone outside and in the
buildings around, stopped what they were doing. Many looked at one another
curious about what to do, they had all forgot what they were supposed to be
doing.
You
guys, walk out and tell them about the explosives.
The four robbers started to walk out
of the bank.
You
call the bomb squad. Roy
directed an officer.
The robbers spoke to the officers,
telling them about the explosives. The one wearing the trigger removed it from
his wrist, after deactivating it.
In just a matter of minutes the bomb
squad was there. A man wearing a thick padded suit walked into the bank.
One-by-one he removed a pound, or so, of C4 from each hostage.
Thank
God. Everyone can go back to what you where doing, just be nice don’t steal or
kill.
Everyone went back to what they were
doing.
But soon Roy felt his face submerged
and breathing becoming difficult.
Roy's eyes opened, his head had
slipped under the water. Roy sat up, water flowed from his nose. Damn trying to save people and I almost
drown.
He sat looking at the water. It was
cold from sitting for so long. Roy had been out for almost an hour. Roy placed
his hands above the water. He started manipulating it in various ways. It rose
in the shape of a cone, he made small waves and finally he made a small tornado
above the water, quickly picking up the underlying water.
It
doesn’t matter how many times I do stuff like this it will always amaze me. I
only wish I could share this with Nina. She would find this so cool. Or I wish
I could just beat the crap out of that father of hers. The little pussy, making
threats that’s just stupid. I shouldn’t think like that, I’m tired of fighting.
Every damn day it seems there’s always a fight. He looked down at his hands, again he started to manipulate
the water. I’m not going to fight again.
I vow to never fight again. With my power I should never need to. If someone is
in danger I’ll make the other person stop like I did today. Yeah that’s it, no
more fighting, no more hurting people.
He felt a peace fall over him and acceptance, but then he added. Screwing over that old bastard is not
hurting or fighting. He smiled.
From downstairs he could hear his
mother walk into the house.
“Hello?” She asked as she saw the
lights on. “Roy, you here?”
“Yeah it’s me!” He yelled so she
could hear him.
She walked up the stairs and stood
in front of the bathroom door.
She knocked on the door.
“Why are you home so early?” She
asked.
“I didn’t feel like going to
school.” He answered, “Why are you home so early?” He then asked.
“Just taking the rest of the day
off.”
“Oh.”
“See you when you get out.” She
walked back downstairs.
“Okay, see you.” He said, not
knowing she had walked away.
After getting out of the shower and
getting dressed he walked downstairs and sat in the living room, on the couch.
His mother sat adjacent from him,
she saw that he no longer had a cast on. “Where’s your cast? You didn’t take it
off did you?” She asked.
“Yeah, but my hands all healed.”
She looked at him, “Come here let me
look at your hand.” He stood before of her, while she sat. He held his hand
out. “Make a fist.” Roy made a fist, no complications. “Spread your fingers.”
He did as she said. She started to probe his hand with her fingers, “Does this
hurt?” she asked.
“No.”
“Let me see your other hand.” She
bent his fingers and examined them. “This doesn’t hurt?”
“Nope.”
“How is this possible? It did happen
a while ago, but still let me see you back.”
Roy lifted up his shirt, only a
faint scar remained.
“Is something wrong?” He asked, just
as a safe measure as to not look suspicious.
“You shouldn’t have healed this
fast. But seeing as everything is fine, we’ll just call it a miracle.” She
smiled at him. Roy sat back down.
“So how has work been?” He asked.
They sat and talked, everything was
perfect. It made Roy feel reminiscent of the times they had done the same
thing, but with Nina apart of the conversation. It was peaceful, but even with
this serene, harmonious moment Roy still wished to be with the one he loved.
And in that time of relaxation, that bliss, a plan started to form in Roy’s
mind. A plan that would make life perfect and allow him to stop thinking. To Roy
the only thing to come from his powers were the events that took place that
day, but he soon thought of another way that would be free from fault and soon
this plan would give way to that happiness he so longed for.
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