As we walked in the front door my mom must have heard us because she came running out in her pajamas, “How did it go?”
“He did it.”
“What exactly did he do?”
I held out my bird for her to see. Adam spoke for me,” About five minutes ago, it use to be wild and wouldn’t let you touch it.”
I placed the bird in her hands and quietly said, “I’m going to go to sleep now,” and headed down the hallway. I went quietly and quickly to my room, changed, and fell asleep. Physically I wasn’t sore or drained but mentally I was falling apart.
When I woke up the next morning the attack on my head was just starting to die down. By the time I had showered, dressed, and eaten it was close to gone. I was about to charge up to keep my level at full but I remembered Adam’s little rampage of loosing it all before it could grow, so I decided not to.
I walked to the subway station and rode it to the street that was only a few minutes away from my school. I walked to school and let my brain rest a bit. At school nothing much really happened. However in history I paid close attention because we started to talk about the beginning of the new century, 1900’s to 2000. I decided that if I we were heading back into time, I might as well know as much as possible about the subject.
At the end of school I went to my locker to put away my books, and as I opened it a piece of paper fell out that simply read, ‘Wait by the choir room, we’re coming to get you.’ I didn’t know what it was all about but I wanted to see what was going on so I decided to go.
As I stood next to the choir room I thought about who it could have been that wrote me the note: a bully, a teacher, or even possibly a girl? Mid thought I felt a hand grab onto my shoulder then in a quick instant the world was a dark blur of color. I looked to see if it was Mike or Johnny and saw Mike.
We finished up the teleport and we were in what I assumed was Mike and Johnny’s back yard, considering that when I looked behind me there was a lit up mansion and in front of me was a large grass field where Johnny was cleaning out the yard. It was definitely a weird was to clear out a grassy field. What Johnny was doing was throwing large balls of fire that burnt the grass down to the ground. I couldn’t exactly see how Johnny was doing all of it, all I could see was a large ball of flame, followed by a burning trail of black grass behind it.
Mike saw what I was staring at, “Hopefully by the end of this week you’ll be able to do that.”
I turned my attention to him, “Really?”
“Hopefully. It may be a longer time, and no matter what the ball will be a bit smaller but yeah, hopefully in the next week you’ll be throwing.”
I couldn’t wait, “Let’s do this then. What do I need to do?”
“Charge up. It may be a bit harder here, the energy isn’t as easy to access since we aren’t on the island.”
I didn’t care where we were, I stood there and with my eyes open and started to force energy into me. The yellow glow quickly surrounded me and lit up the porch around me. As I looked out into the grass field a green glow came from the field and whenever a fireball was thrown the glow dimmed just a bit.
The raw power that was flowing through me was almost full so I cut off the flow and the yellow light faded down. As soon I was done Johnny appeared next to me, “Trip, when did you get here?”
“Mike just teleported me here, from school.”
“We’re teaching him how to throw a fireball, right?” Johnny asked Mike.
“That’s what we’re doing.”
“This will be fun,” Johnny sarcastically said, “It only took us a week or two to learn it. It should be simple for us to teach Trip, who isn’t even a super sain.”
“At least we can start working now,” Mike said, “We start now, and then we end sooner. Hopefully he’ll also catch on with us teaching him. Needless to say I’m sure that we have a bit more experience than Zenif.”
“True, true, let’s get started,” Johnny, said walking over to me, “Lets start with the basics, and you’re all charged up, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You have all of that raw energy pulsing through your body and it wants to get out right?”
“It feels that way, that would explain why I’m so hyper with the energy inside of me.”
“Well, you need to learn how to let the energy out, but before you do you have to change it to something to throw around,” Johnny said trying to explain this abstract concept to me. “What you need to do is simple, take a part of the energy and in your mind convert it over to an energy type, or element, the simplest one to convert to is fire.”
“Let me get things straight. I have to take a chunk of my energy, change that chunk to fire, then… I … do what?”
He put his wrists together and slowly pulled them to the right side of his body. Quickly he threw his hands out in front of him and yelled, ‘Fireball!” Immediately a large ball of fire flew from his hands and went through the nearby grass burning down anything that got in the way. About ten yards later the fireball died down and the smell of burning grass filled the air.
“That was just a whole lot of heat right there, I would never use something like that in a fight,” Johnny said almost sounding like he was trying to cover up a bad job at doing something.
Him saying that made me want to see what he would use for a fight, so I asked. Again he tried to squirm around it, “I don’t want to burn down the entire field. You need something to burn up when you finally learn.”
“I’m sure that somewhere in this world there is an overgrown field of grass for me to burn,” I said hopefully, wanting him to show me exactly what he could do.
“Okay I’ll do it, but if something burns up that you wanted to keep around it’s your fault, just let me charge up first.”
I stepped back a few feet to give him some room. In an instant Johnny started to glow a faint dark green. As he charged up more the light became brighter and brighter, I finally had to shield my eyes from the light. Then just as quick as it had started it was done.
My eyes took a second to re adjust to the normal light that was around me and I saw that Johnny had walked out from underneath the overhand of the porch and was looking up into the sky. I walked over to where he was standing, “See anything interesting?”
“I’m trying to figure out how to place this bad boy without blowing up the house. I’m aiming up so it’ll drop on the field, not just pass it by and keep on going then blow up the nearby neighborhood.” He looked like he was ready and pulled his arms by his sides then threw them in front of him. A huge fireball arched up into the sky and then fell down on the field. Instantly a wave of fire and heat swept over the field. The only thing that was left of that once grassy field was a pile of smoldering black, burnt grass.
With all of his advanced planning, Johnny burnt exactly the grass that he wanted to burn. The fire stopped at the edges of the lot and didn’t go on, and from where we stood it come within two or three feet of us, then the raging inferno stopped.
When everything stopped, I looked over to him, “So that’s how much power you can throw around, I’m impressed.”
“Not really, that’s only the tip of the iceberg. If I give it everything and Mike does too we could possibly destroy the world, I say possibly because I haven’t tried to destroy the world, yet.”
“Now that’s something you could share at show and tell,” I said imagining a teacher in front of her class, ‘Okay Johnny, lets see your show and tell,’ then Johnny getting up and just blowing the school apart.
“Enough of my showing off, lets get to teaching you.”
The rest of the day both Mike and Johnny tried to teach me. They showed me a million examples of how it was done, but not once did I loose announce of the energy I has stored up.
When we stopped for dinner I pulled out my homework and started to work on it. Johnny went inside the house to cook dinner and Mike stayed out and helped me with my homework.
After about 45 minutes Johnny walked out, “It’s time to eat.”
We all headed inside. When I first walked in the house there was this smell. There was nothing I knew at that time that could describe this alien smell. When we walked in to the kitchen the room stank of the smell. On the table there were a few plates on one was a bunch of brown disks, on another it looked like some sort of leafs, the next was more disks however these looked red and juicy, and then on the last plate there were a bunch of white rings. Also on the table were three bowl full of some liquid, one was red, the other was yellow, and the final one was a chunky green. At the very end of the table there were these tan balls that looked to have seeds on them.
“What’s this?” I asked in amazement.
“This is the food of the gods, hamburgers,” Johnny said, “They’re high in everything except for what’s good for you.”
“Hamburgers?” I said repeating the word that seemed foreign in my mouth.
“Yeah, it’s made out of… don’t worry it’s good and that’s all that matters,” Mike said sitting down at the table, “are you going to sit down and eat with me or are you just going to stand there and look at us like we’re insane?”
I sat down and Mike and Johnny showed me how to make a hamburger. Basically all you do is take whatever is out there and shove it into a bun, or at least that’s what I thought it was called. You them hold it horizontal and take a bite, chew, swallow repeat.
My first bite was heaven. All of the flavors practically jumped out at me. It wasn’t like the goop that we usually had to eat. This had flavor, taste, and texture. It made my mouth salivate, this food actually made my stomach feel full.
With my mouth half full of food I passed my congratulations along to Mike and Johnny, “This food is like nothing I’ve ever had before.”
“It’s no Burger King, but it gets the point across,” Johnny said munching down on his triple decker hamburger.
I swallowed my food and took a quick drink of water, “Burger King?”
“Don’t worry about it, it’s something that’ll be part of the culture shock of the past,” Mike said biting into his sandwich.
I took his word for it and went back to devouring my hamburger. We all sat around the table for a minute or two and just talked about food. Mike and Johnny sounded like they were speaking a different language. Egg drop soup, foot long sub, hot dog, pop corn, sushi, and pizza were just some of the words that I didn’t understand.
Once we were done talking about food we all got up from the table and went back outside again, to see if I could throw a fireball. Even after four hours of trying to do it, I couldn’t get a single flame to come out of my hands, “I give up, we’ve tried for over ten hours and I am not getting this.”
“No, we’re not stopping,” Mike simply said, “try again.”
“No, it isn’t working we’re only wasting our time.”
Mike seemed a little ticked off, “I’ve not wasted half of my day just to see you quit.”
“Well then why don’t we stop now so I don’t waste any more of your precious time?” I snapped back at him ready to sit down and stop.
“I have all the time in the world, I just don’t want to waste it on a person that obviously can do something but won’t put his mind to it and do it!” Mike yelled obviously frustrated, and very close to blowing me to bits with a close range fireball.
“I have put my mind into it, it’s just not working. I push that hard when I do my mental ability and it works.”
“Yeah, it works on animals. Well I hate to tell you but you’re playing with the big boys now so stop thinking that mental powers are the only thing that’s out there. Mental powers are the geeky kid that gets beat up at school while the power is the straight A, all state jock, that beats up the little geeky kid, just for the fun of it,” Mike said, trashing my grandpa, and even me.
“Don’t you ever say that again,” I threatened with a very open threat.
“Or what, you’re going to make a bird fly away? Oh no, I’m so afraid, I’m shaking in my Vans,” I didn’t know what Vans were but I could tell the Mike was making fun of me.
At this point I was so upset that I just wanted to go over to him and just plant my fist into his face quickly followed by my knee to his groin. All of the energy I had stored up in me felt like it was boiling hot, making me want to just get ever for everything Mike had said. I didn’t know what come over me but I pulled my hands to my side and quickly threw them in front of me yelling out fireball. In the back of my mind I knew that this wouldn’t work and that I would only give Mike another reason to make fun of me, but that idea quickly got squashed because in front of me a small ball of fire came out of my hands. It was roughly only two feet in diameter but it was heading straight towards Mike.
Once it was out of me a thought flashed into my head of it hitting Mike and killing him. My sudden thought of his death was denied to me because Mike quickly threw a fireball of his own and the two countered each other with a flash of light.
As I realized what had happened I suddenly felt very weak. My legs suddenly felt weak and they buckled underneath me. Mike ran over to me and held me up before I collapsed to the ground, “Here, let’s get you to sit down for a second.”
He dragged my sore body to one of the lawn chairs on the porch, “Charge up. It’ll make it feel better.”
Anything could have felt better than how I felt right then. I felt like I had just ran a marathon, swam across the Pacific Ocean, and was in a ten round boxing match with a prize fighter, all within a 24 hour period. My legs were sore, my eyes were sore, even my ears were sore. If there was one way to say how I felt right then it would simply be sore. I kept my eyes closed, because they too were sore and I started to charge up. I charged up fully, which seemed to be a bit more than before but the soreness just wasn’t as intense.
I heard Johnny walk over to Mike, ‘That’s one way to get him to throw a fireball.”
“Hey whatever works,” Mike tapped me on the shoulder, “Trip?”
“What?”
“How are you doing, the first one is always the hardest on your body. After this, I won’t have to get you upset.”
“You did that on purpose?”
“Yeah, but it worked didn’t it?” “It did but did you mean any of that?”
“No. Mental powers are like the bread of a sandwich. Without it the sandwich isn’t a sandwich. They may not always taste the best but the bread is important to a sandwich just like mental powers are the bread to the power. They have to be around, to keep us power people in check.”
“So you didn’t mean any of those things? You did that just to get me mad?”
“I only meant that I hate people that quit on me, and of course I did it on purpose. It worked didn’t it?”
“It worked but why do I feel so sore?”
“Simple,” Johnny said patting me on the opposite shoulder, “You gave it all you had. But do you know what this all means?” I shook my head no trying to conserve energy, “You’re one of us now,” Johnny said sounding excited.
At that point I didn’t care, “Can I go home now?”
“Yeah, you should. An hour or twelve of good sleep is sort of recommended after your first fireball, just hold on, you’ll be home soon,” Mike said placing his hand on my shoulder. In an instant I was home in my bedroom. I didn’t waste time and I fell on top of my bed fully clothed and went to sleep.
Two hours later I woke up to my alarm clock. I slowly got up and turned it off. My alarm must have woken up Adam as well because he was right outside my door dressed in some weird clothes. I only caught a glimpse of him because when he saw me he relayed a message, “Go back to sleep. You need your rest and you don’t have to go to school today. Super hero’s orders.”
I chuckled lightly because they were not doctor’s orders and then I walked back into my room. I changed into my pajamas and crawled underneath my covers. I slept the entire day. I woke up twice, once to use the restroom and once to get a quick bite to eat. I didn’t wake up for more than a few minutes until 6:00 at night.
When I woke up I saw Bethany in front of me, “You’re alive.”
“Yeah, I try to do that occasionally.”
“Good, you’re okay. I’ve never seen someone go through this before so I wanted to see what was going on. Mike and Johnny swore to me that you were safe, but you never can really trust them all too often. They did tell me that you should charge up, they said it would take a bit of the hangover feeling away.”
I laid in my bed motionless and let the energy surrounding me slowly flow into me. Slowly as the energy came into me I started to feel a bit better. “Did it hurt this much the first time you shifted?”
“My hurt wasn’t a physical pain, it was more of a mental confusion. Trust me, you’d be confused too if you woke up one morning and when you looked in the mirror and you saw one of your good friends.”
“Whoa, creepy…”
A knock on my bedroom door interrupted me, without even asking if he could come in Adam walked in, “I heard that you were awake. I haven’t seen someone sleep like that since Mike and Johnny did their first.”
“Did you come in here to tell me a story or are you going to talk like a normal person?” Bethany asked Adam.
“Actually I came to get you, we’re trying to figure everything out so we can go to the past. If you want to come with me, you can.”
“Just give me a second to change and I’ll be out there,” I said not wanting to miss anything that involved heavy powers like Mike Johnny and Adam.
Adam walked out of my room and Bethany just stayed where she was, “Do you think you have enough energy to do this?”
“I’ll do it. My legs are a little weak but I’ll make it,” I said getting out of my bed.
“Once you change I’ll help you out, so you’ll be able to stand,” Bethany said heading towards the door.
I didn’t ask any questions about what she had in plans for me, I just trusted her. I quickly changed to my uniform that I always wore. When I walked out into the hall Bethany was standing there waiting for me, “Still a little weak?”
“A bit,” I simply said.
“Don’t be afraid with what I’m about to do, I’m just trying to help you.” Suddenly Bethany started to shift and she jelled out onto my arm, and started to cover my body. The more surface area of me that she covered the more strength that I could feel.
Hoping that she could hear me I said thanks, and then headed towards the living room. In the room were four people that I had never met before. Before we could get introduce or I could get a good look at the new people Mike and Johnny teleported all of us to their house in their large living room that could seat all of us. I looked around and there were ten of us: Mike, Johnny, Adam, my mom, Bethany, me, and the four other strangers.
Adam walked to the front of the room by the TV, “I’m glad that you were all able to come to this little meeting. The ten of us are going to change the past and save the future in the process. Just because not every one knows everyone in this room we’ll go around and introduce ourselves and our power, or area of specialty. I’ll start. I’m Adam, simply Adam I don’t have a last name, and I have telekinesis.”
A large black guy stood up. He had short spiked bleached hair, one eyebrow was half bleached and the other had the middle third bleached. He was huge. He wasn’t all too tall but he was just built. “I’m Cisco Alimar, known to most as the Red Dragon. I get that name simply because I can turn into a red dragon. Basically I’m like the Hulk but on steroids.”
Cisco sat down and the girl next to him stood up, “I’m the slayer, and my name is Natalie. Enough said.” I liked this, short and to the point and it did help that she was a little attractive. She had her perfect straight brown hair tied up into a tight bun behind her. She had on the normal regulation clothes but she made them even look good.
A red headed girl stood up next to her, “I’m Heather. To put it basically I’m a summoner and a pretty powerful wica or as some as you like to say a witch.”
An Asian girl that was sitting next to me stood up, “I’m Anna. My gift is that I can memorize anything. I know practically everything that there is to know. I do know things like Judo and Karate but that is only book knowledge, I have no first hand knowledge.
I realized that it was my turn, “I’m Trip, actually Timothy Miller, but please just call me Trip. From the limited training I’ve had I think I have telepathy and the power.”
My skin felt like it was crawling off of me and I realized it was Bethany, she shifting off of me, “I am Bethany to most people. If you couldn’t grasp it by now, I can shape shift.” She then returned back to a pile of goop and covered my skin in a soft coving infusing me with strength.
My mom was next, “I’m Michelle Miller, or as some of you know me as Michelle Walters. I can start fires any where and best of all I can control them.”
Mike stood up next, “I’m Mike, me and the dude next to me, Johnny, are the strongest people that harness the power.”
Johnny chimed in, “Yeah, he already introduced me and we can brag about being the strongest people with the power only because three people have the power right now.”
I realized that it was true and it gave my mood a well-needed boost. I could say I was the third most powerful person on the planet, which has powers. That to me sounded really nice that I was third, I just didn’t think too much about there only being three people.
Adam started talking again, “good now that we all know each other, lets figure out what’s going to go on. Anna, you can take the stage now, you’re the expert on this, and everything else.”
Ana stood up and basically told us that we’d go back to around 2004, destroy the leaders, and then come back to our time and live happily ever after. But, she used big words and complicated sentences. She rattled off facts, percentages, everything that could possibly put me to sleep, and at one point I almost did doze off. The only part I remembered o heard was at the end of it if we had any questions.
“When are we leaving?” Cisco asked.
“Hopefully by Monday of next week or four days from now.”
“How are we going to get around in the tows, I know that back then people didn’t take so well for kids dressed in khakis, white shirt, and tie. It looks like we’re going to church,” Mike complained, “We need to go on a shopping spree if we want to blend in.”
“We won’t have to blend in. If everything goes as planned we’ll just teleport straight there and then blow things up, then time warp back here,” Anna said.
“You’re saying that we don’t even get to play around back then?” Johnny said shocked.
“That’s right.”
“Can we at least go on a little tour?” I asked, “I need to do a history report and it would be really good if I could experience history first hand so I could write about it.”
“No, sorry. Not only are you dealing with the wrong part of history, but we are not messing with the time line. If we do more than just killing the leaders we could screw up everything we know.” I didn’t like the entire deal about time travel, and at that point I was to tired I didn’t think at all about all of the paradoxes that we would be dealing with.
“If that’s it, then I’ll touch on the last matter of business. By tomorrow we need to all be here to train,” Mike said, “This house has everything that you’ll need so after you all go home tonight just come tomorrow with nothing packed, and the clothes on your back. We need to train tomorrow because we’re all a little rusty, and we need to get you guys to get use to the time slip. From what I can tell only traveling back twice, it’s worse than teleporting.”
My mom spoke up, “Is that possible?” She had a good reason to say that. Teleporting was brutal, it’s like getting lifted up by your feet and violently shaken.
“It’s possible. So people just be here by tomorrow but until then just act normal, or at least as normal as we can get,” Mike said getting a slight pity laugh from us, “Now if there is nothing else we’ll take you home now.”
Mike walked over to Anna and teleported out with her. Heather stood up and started to chant in a strange language in a flash of light she was gone. Johnny walked over to Natalie and held out his hand, “May I have the pleasure?”
Natalie grabbed his hand, “Sorry I think you’re a few centuries too old for me.”
“But I’m only 14,” Johnny said.
“Yeah, 514 years old.”
“That doesn’t matter, I still look 14.”
“Yeah, but I’m 22 how would that look?
Johnny hung his head don, obviously defeated, then teleported out. I was stuck with Bethany, Cisco, Adam, and my mom. Adam headed out to the back yard, my mom stood up and started to follow him. Mid way to the door she turned around, “Come on Trip, it’s time to train.”
“Are you serious?” I’m still sore from that fireball I threw.”
“You have to, if we’re going to save the world, we need as much fire power as we can get.”
I reluctantly stood up getting out of the comfortable chair, “You just have to throw that whole ‘save the world’ thing into the argument don’t you? If it wasn’t for that I would have fought training today.”
“At least you know your priorities, hurry up before Adam leaves us.”
I walked out into the back door onto the back porch. In front of me was a completely different back yard than it was only 12 hours before. There was a few trees growing, the ground was covered in a nicely mowed carpet of grass, and in the middle was a clear pond that had a few koi fish in it. Adam was standing next to the pond with his eyes glowing an intense blue. As I got closer I could tell what he was doing. Adam lifted a part of the pond up into the air and it had a fish in it. It looked like it was just a hovering fish tank but with a second glance you could tell that there was no tank.
He noticed us walking up to him. As if gravity finally applied to the sphere of water the fish and the water that surrounded it, fell from the air and safely landed in the pool of water.
“Sorry, got bored,” Adam said pointing to the fish, which was now swimming with the other fish. “I’m so use to always having to do about something, just waiting for someone bores me. That’s why I can’t wait to go back in time; I’ll spend hours upon hours on those nice beaches of Hawaii. I’ll just sit and finally relax.” Adam who usually looked young and spry in this brief moment showed his age. In his eyes you could see him remembering the good times in Hawaii. It was like he suddenly aged to the age of an old grandparent that always tells you how good the olden times were. Just as quickly his eyes snapped back to reality. “Lets get to work on you projecting your thoughts.”
“You want me to talk to the fish?” I asked Adam, questioning his sanity.
“No I want you to talk to your mom, while she’s sitting on the porch,” Adam said, “Sorry Michelle but you get to go sit on the porch this time.”
My mom started to walk back to the porch, which was a good 15 years away, “Trip don’t make me sit over here for too long.”
When she finally reached the porch Adam started his lecture, “This is going to be just like before, just do what you did last time and see if it works. If things go a way that we don’t want, we’ll fix it, if it works the way that we want, we’ll move on.”
“What should I say to her?”
“Whatever you want, I don’t know. Say hi, or do the ever classical, testing one two three, just do something.”
I stood next to the pond and tried to empty my mind. I closed my eyes and like my previous attempt the mental voice in my head yelled in the general direction of my mom, “Can you hear me?”
I heard my mom yell back, “Yes!”
I opened up my eyes and Adam was almost smiling, “I even heard that.”
Mike and Johnny who were both back by now came out of the back door. Johnny yelled over to me, “Trip was that you?”
“Yeah, it was me.”
My mom, Mike, and Johnny by now were all standing near me and Adam. “It is weird to hear that,” Johnny said, “I was just standing in the room next to the porch singing a little song in my head when suddenly it was like my thoughts got split in two. One half was singing the song while the other was you asking me if I could hear you.”
“Were you trying to just talk to Michelle?” Mike asked.
“Yeah, I didn’t want everyone to hear it but you all seemed to hear me.”
“This could be a problem,” My mom said, “if you’re going to be our eyes and ears connecting everyone, we don’t want people listing in.”
“Well then what am I suppose to be doing?” I asked obviously out of the circle, not knowing what they had planned for me.
Johnny tried to explain it to me,” When we time hop we won’t always be together. Instead of using radios or some other thing that could get tapped into we planned to use you. You would pay attention to our thoughts and if we had anything to relay to other people you would do that.”
“All you’re using me for is so I can link you together? I don’t even get to fight? I don’t get to even battle with a single one of the leaders?”
“Sorry but that’s what we want, or rather, need you to do, so either take it or leave it, because we don’t need another person with a power,” Adam said very bluntly.
Johnny shot Adam a look, “What?”
In some other language Johnny started to yell at Adam. The two of them went at this verbal sparing for a while, and then Mike stepped in and started to try to calm them down. It didn’t work. The three of them just started to go off on each other bickering in some other language.
I looked over to my mom, “Do you want to break them up or do you want me to?”
“You can try, if everything else fails I’ll roast them.”
I tried to project my thoughts but it just wasn’t working. I looked over to my mom, “Sorry no go.”
“No need to say sorry, that’s why we’re here to test your limits,” Her eyes started to glow red then a wall of fire separated each one of the feuding super heroes. It separated them, one to each section, like a pie, but with only three slices.
This got the yelling to stop, “Will you guys be civil now?” my mom yelled.
“As long as Adam isn’t teaching Trip any more,” Johnny spat out. This just brought the yelling to a brand new level.
The walls of fire that were previously almost warm flared up into an immense heat, and then died back down, “Will you guys be nice now? Johnny let Adam teach his way, Adam don’t threaten Johnny with the end of the world, and Mike for all of our sakes, don’t push Trip too hard, I don’t like my son hibernating. Am I clear?”
A slight mumble of voices came from the circle, “Sorry I didn’t hear you,” my mom said.
In unison the three of them in all said, “Okay, we won’t fight any more.”
“Thank you.” My mom dropped the walls of fire, “Times like that make me wonder if you really are in control of your sanity. For a while there you didn’t sound like three 500 year old friends you sounded like you looked, three teenagers that shouldn’t be friends,” my mom said.
“We’re really good friends in fights, it’s because we haven’t killed any one lately that we have some differing opinions. Enough about us, lets figure out what’s wrong with Trip,” Mike said smoothly changing all eyes to me.
“How do we do that?” I asked hopping that something weird wouldn’t happen, but I knew that was unlikely. Hopping for a normal solution with these people would be like asking the leaders to be nice and give the world back.
“Since none of us know how to do this, lets think it out. Trip, why do you do to get all of us to hear you?”
“I just mentally yell in the general direction of the person I want to hear my thoughts.”
