Max's POV
Light shone down on Matt through the drapes. His handcuffs were still pinning him to the heater vent when he awoke. One of his hands snapped free with ease, and he ripped the second cuff off his other wrist and tossed them to the ground as he rolled out his wrists. I guess super blood did something after all, like Alexander said it would. That was interesting.
"You evil little son of a bitch. I will fucking take you and your father down. If not me, James will." He spat on the floor in front of himself. I smiled, leaning down in front of him.
"You don't know who my actual father is? I mean, I guess you know Alexander. After all, he's your brother. Are you that clueless?" I pushed him back against the wall. "Uncle, Matt." I patted his cheek and wiped crusted blood from his face. Matthew stared at me with utter disbelief.
"So, you're telling me you're my nephew? Which one of my other brothers is your father?" I moved closer to the light; we glared at each other, and our noses touched.
"Sam keeps more secrets from you than you think, mate." I scuffed the dirt from my shoe on the floor before him. Mia walked in with fresh clothing for my uncle.
"I robbed the thrift store down the street like you wanted, babe. It was like taking candy from a baby." I beamed with satisfaction.
"Good job, babe," I said. She tossed the clothes at Matthew, watching him flinch as they showered down on him. "Put those on, Knight." I barked. "We're going out."
"Where's Mark?" Mia questioned with abrupt confusion. She searched the room, but the pretty boy, Mark, wasn't there.
"He's busy with the plans. Tomorrow we will have James, Noah, Derek, and Sam where we need them."
She unzipped her hoodie and handed me the rubbing alcohol. "I also got you this. I thought you could use it to wipe the blood from Matthew's dirty face." She gestured to my uncle.
I took the bottle, opened the cap, and smelled it before taking a small drink. "It's better like this." I grinned wide, gurgling the alcohol and letting it trickle down my throat. She rolled her puppy eyes and pouted.
"That's dangerous, you know."
"Babe." I amused her, taking another swig of the rubbing alcohol. "I don't bloody care."
I helped Matthew off the floor and accompanied him to the bathroom, ensuring he didn't flee. I made peace with him for the time being because he looked to have much more power than before. I waited outside the hotel restroom for him, and he emerged wearing baggy jeans, a black shirt, and a dark hoodie. James resembled his father. It irritated me. I pushed him out the door by shoving his shoulders and nudging him.
"Let's go," I hurried Matt forward. We raced out of the hotel room and shuffled down the long hallway to avoid getting caught as the police took refuge on the first floor. I threw my hoodie over my head and flung Matthew on, too. Mia pushed past us.
"Mia, what are you doing here?" One cop questioned as she drew the police to the room's opposite corner.
"I was seeing a friend," she said, knocking over a freshly watered plant. "Whoops," she laughed.
"Go," I demanded Matt, shoving him forward. We snuck behind a nearby lobby desk, and I wrapped my arms around his waist, ensuring he didn't run off, before charging out the doorway as another cop opened the glass door for a hotel employee coming inside. We sped through buildings and suburban city streets before collapsing on the cold, damp grass in front of my school, where I held him steady before he could make a mistake.
"You do something I don't like, and I'll kill you," I threatened. Matthew stayed on the ground, not moving a muscle, unnerved by me. The school wouldn't open for about another four hours. But Mark, Mia, and I had other plans that morning involving James-Everett-Knight. Dare I repeat that bloody bastard's name?
I met up with Mark at the front entrance, with Matthew under my supervision. I yanked on the metal bolts on the school doors, and we entered the school's broad hallways.
"You won't get away with this, " Matthew spoke up. I glared at him, annoyed.
"Uncle Matt, I already warned you. Now, shut the fuck up." I let out a loud bark. He struggled under my telekinesis for a few seconds before giving up.
After dragging him through the halls, I hauled him into the school monitor room. Mark handed me an old school phone and an aux wire as I rummaged through James' file and accessed the school's tv monitors with just one last click of the mouse. James and Noah were in for a big surprise that morning, expecting they would come to school.
As if I were the puppet master of a live body, I walked my uncle out of the room, manipulating his feet with my mind. Mark followed behind us.
"You stand guard at the school while I head back to the hotel," I ordered. Mark whined. Ugh.
"Why do I have to stay here?" He sighed. With a single stare, I took him out.
"You don't have any superpowers." He scowled but avoided a confrontation. He knew well that I was far too powerful for him. "When Noah and James return to school, I'll return to finish the plan. Don't be such an idiot." I snarled.
Mark made a mental note of it. "Sure," Mark remarked. I looked at my uncle before dragging Matt back to the hotel.
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James's POV
"Good morning, James," Sam stood in the doorway, walking in. He flipped on the light with a grin.
"Good morning," I replied. Derek and Noah piled into the room after Sam. I smiled, leaning against the bed's headboard, hiding my eyes from the light source.
I pulled off my covers and lifted to my feet. Derek dangled the car keys before me, twisting them on his finger, and nodded.
"Hurry, James." He urged me to speed it up.
Ten minutes later, we were in the car. Noah sat in the back with me; Derek glanced at him occasionally in the reflector, checking on him.
"Take care of him, Noah." Derek smiled, pulling up in front of the school. I rolled my eyes, watching Derek walk over to the side of the car and open Noah's door.
"I sure will, mate," Noah winked. I slid out of my seat. I walked past Noah toward the school. Noah rolled his eyes, following close behind.
As we walked along the school hallway, students gave us a transverse glance. The television monitors drew the students' attention in the hallways. An explicit video of Noah, Derek, and me arguing in the interrogation room flashed across the screens.
Mark watched us smugly, forming his lips off to the side. Then he pulled off the wall and closed in on us. We watched him, furious. Everyone turned their attention to Mark.
"Pretty entertaining, right?" Mark smirked.
"I'll bloody kill you!" Noah growled, trying to stay calm. Mark pulled closer.
"Is that a threat, Superboy? Oh, wait?! That's the freak's nickname." Mark chuckled, pointing in my direction. He looked at me. Noah's knuckles clamped into fists. Mark chuckled, clicking his tongue.
"You know what's worse? Daddy Knight isn't even here to see this, and your brother is preoccupied now."
"Stop!" I yelled. Mark's grin grew wider.
"Hmm, nope. I want to see how this plays out."
"You know what I'm capable of," I threatened. Mark broke out in laughter. It was annoying how much of a jackass he was.
"I know what you used to be capable of?" He paused, clicking his tongue again. "Follow me, " he said, waving us outside.
Noah and I gazed at Max, hovering over my father about ten feet above the school. My dad squirmed. But he had no power over Max. Instead, he grinned wide-eyed at Noah, then at me.
"Welcome, cousin, brother. You're just in time." He said with a big smile. That's when the madness started.
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Derek's POV
While off duty, I caught up with Grace, the coffee enthusiast at Phoenix University's Macville. Grace smiled as I walked inside the cafe from the opposite end. I was still wearing my uniform since I needed to get to work immediately. I made my presence known as she gnawed on a burger and fries while staring at me.
"You're a cop. I thought your uniform was just for show," Grace grinned from ear to ear, looking surprised, pushing on the stool with her feet from under the table she sat. I pulled up next to her.
"Yeah. Sorry, I'm late," I consented with Grace. She blushed, gazing into my eyes with her gorgeous brown ones. My fingers stroked a piece of her hair behind her ear, and I blushed when she smiled. My palms dragged together on the table, and I leaned back in my seat, releasing a deep sigh. I hadn't been on a date since high school. My dad let me take my first crush to the fairgrounds, just like James did with Mia. I was a complete mess; my stomach felt gutted.
"So, what are you studying?" I asked her. Her smile brightened, and she shifted in her seat.
"I'm a film major, but I study scriptwriting." That's adorable, I thought. I tried to picture Grace in a movie, particularly with me as the hero. Her thin hands wrapped around me as I carried her out of a burning building to safety. I got jealous of my courageous brother in the limelight and wanted superior climacterics. Still, I also often felt that he despised the fame his heroic acts brought him.
"Sounds incredible." I tried to sympathize with a smile. She seemed amused.
"Are you hungry? Do you want something?" she asked. I was famished. I ate little and was on the move, so work always made me hungry, but I felt guilty when she offered me food. However, I couldn't turn her down. I was an authority figure, and as much as it made me uncomfortable to say yes, I did.
"Thank you for the offer. I think maybe a side of fries would do, I guess." I suggested something small, so I only took a little of her money. "But next time, I'm buying," I added. Grace grinned, raising an eyebrow.
"I believe I will accept your offer, officer Knight." I tapped my fingernails against the table as she rose from her seat and walked towards the dining line.
Grace returned, juggling a bottle of Dr. Pepper, a burger, and another full plate of fries. Next to her half-eaten burger, she placed another plate of fries and a bottle of Dr. Pepper. I grinned. It was a thoughtful gesture.
"I'll race you, mate, " she teased me with bright eyes and a half-smile. Another sly grin broke across my lips, and she challenged me with her eyes.
"You think you can beat me? I'm a busy cop, always on the run after criminals." We challenged each other with only our eyes. She and I panted. Her eyes narrowed, and her smile illuminated.
"You're on, rookie," she said, her lips tugging into a wider grin. It took seconds for the race to begin and a minute for Grace to clean her plate.
"Done," she said, slamming her plate across the table before me. She had eaten a dish of fries and a beverage and finished her burger. That was the sexiest thing I had ever seen a woman do. She was an absolute machine. I will not lie, but that was hot and unfair. Grace was a complete mystery to me, and that surprised me.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I fished for my cell phone, looking at the caller's I.D. "I have to take this," I said, excusing myself from my date. Grace nodded, pursing her lips, dismissing me as I rushed off.
"Max is causing trouble at the high school. He has Dad with him. Sam is on his way," James informed me in a panic.
I looked towards the television, hanging off the wall where breaking news interrupted a talk show, and I lowered my voice, avoiding a brief gaze.
Shit.
"What's his ETA? I'll be there as soon as possible," I informed.
James sighed. "He was about five minutes from the school, but it could be two by how Sam drives."
"I'm on my way," I said, ending the call with panic flashing as I returned to the table, but Grace disappeared. Then, instead of worrying about my date, I took off, bolting across campus and sprinting to my car.
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