Mrs. Monihan marches straight to her bedroom and pushes the door open with all her strength. Mr. Monihan, who was relaxing in their bed, looks up at his wife.
“What the hell are you coming in here like a crazy person for. Oh, for goodness sakes wipe those damn tears out of your eyes,” he barks.
“No! You listen to me. Our son is in his room dying all because you want him to be more of a man. You made me an accomplice in my son’s murder, my only son!” She screams as tears run down her cheeks.
“He’s just weak. That’s what the drugs are for, to toughen him up. He acts like this when he sneezes. You need to relax Roz. You know we’re raising a little pus-” He is cut off by his wife leaping over to his side of the bed and grabbing him by his shirt collar.
“You will not insult my son while he is laying sick because you decided to poison him. If he dies I will kill you, William and that is a promise. I will shove all of the remaining pills down your throat while still in the damn packaging,” She threatens shakily before jerking her hand away and going into their bathroom.
She leaves her husband laying there speechless. She rests both hands on the counter while shaking her head. She splashes cold water on her face before silently reentering her bedroom to lay down. She turns out the lights without even glancing in her husband's direction and he doesn't say a word to his wife. He just eyes her suspiciously before turning over to get some sleep.
Back in Jett’s room, he has woken up again, but this time he can move. He sits up and stretches since he hasn’t been able to do that without pain in about a week. He grabs his covers and flips them off of him before watching them fly to the other side of his bedroom. He raises his eyebrows, wondering how he managed to do that. He hops off his bed which knocks violently against his wall. He walks over to pick to his blanket, but it’s still dragging on the floor so he tosses it up in the air a little. He planned to catch it in the middle so it wouldn’t be on the ground but he tossed it too high and it gets caught in his ceiling fan. Confused and slightly irritated he grabs an end of his blanket. When he pulls on it his whole fan comes down with it. He leaps forward and catches it in his arms.
He looks down at the appliance in disbelief before slowly setting it down on his bed. He walks over to his bathroom but when he tries to open it the door comes clean off the hinges. He freaks out after he gently lowers it to the ground. He walks into the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. He doesn’t look any different and his body doesn't hurt anymore. He runs his hands along his face before letting them drop to his counter. His hands sink down as the countertop caves in under them. He quickly eases off the counter to see his handprints imprinted in the marble. He stares at his hands as panic starts to rise through him. He slowly backs out of the bathroom before sitting on his bed. He reaches for his cell phone but he stops.
“Call Best Friend,” He commands as he leans toward his phone.
He holds his breath as the phone rings.
“Hello?” A groggy voice on the other line picks up.
“Dude, you said I could call you if I needed you and I need your help right now. I am like super strong and destroying everything I touch. Come help me, please! My bedroom window is open. Come as fast as you can,” Jett whisper-shouts.
There is a pause on the other end.
“Who is this?” Stevon asks through a yawn.
“JETT! Just get here fast!” He whispers fiercely into the phone.
He hears another yawn on the other line before he hears the sound of the call ending. Jett brings his knees to his chest as he waits for his friend to arrive. About 10 minutes later a pajama-clad Stevon is dangling outside his window. He walks across the room and grabs his friend by the hand. He pulls hard seeing as though it always takes all his strength to pull his friend through, but Stevon flies through the window and lands upside down on Jett’s bed.
“Holy crap, I am so sorry. Are you okay?” He asks rushing over to his friend.
“Yeah, you popped my shoulder but it was tense anyway,” he replies while sitting upright as he rotates his arm. “So how did you go from hurting to Hercules all of a sudden?” He questions as he stands and Jett takes a seat on his bed.
“I have no idea. I fell asleep feeling damaged and woke up feeling fine but I broke everything I touched,” He explains.
“What else besides the fan?” Stevon asks gesturing towards the ceiling.
Jett points towards the bathroom. Stevon raises his eyebrows when he sees the bathroom door laying on the ground. He steps over it and turns to see his friend’s handprints indented in the counter. He runs his hand over it before going back to his friend.
“I’m really scared. What if I hurt someone? What if I hurt myself? What if I can’t control this? Did you see the things I broke?” Jett rambles nervously.
“Hey, it could have been worse. At least you found out before you hurt anyone and I’m sure we can fix these things without your parents knowing, “ He says as he messes up his friend's hair. “Let’s worry about the real problems here. What are you going to do when you wanna jack it, huh?” He jokes.
Jett lets a laugh escape despite how he’s feeling. Stevon was always the dirty minded one and the best at cheering him up. He could make light of any situation. Jett lets out a long sigh.
“I’m gonna need your help,” he mutters at last.
“Well sure. Do you have some lotion or maybe a-,”
“No Stevon, what the hell? Not with that. I need help figuring out how to control my strength or at least finding out what caused it,”
“Oh, right. Well then let’s go for a walk,” He suggests as he opens Jett’s room door.
They tiptoe down the hall so they don’t wake up his parents. They start to go down the stairs and out of habit he grabs onto the handrail only to feel it buckle under his strength. It his the stairs with a loud thud.
“What in tarnation was that?” Mr. Monihan shouts seconds later.
The two boys sprint out the door as they hear Jett’s angry father approaching. They run away from their community and up the hill before stopping at the top to rest. Jett leans against a tree and it leans towards the other side of the hill. He reaches out and catches it before it falls towards his neighborhood and flings it to the other side of the hill. Stevon watches in awe as it tumbles down until it gets tangled in the other trees.
“You have to admit this is cool as hell. You have a superpower Jettson!”
“Heros can control their powers,” He reminds his excitable friend.
Stevon is about to reply when he hears loud murmuring. They turn back towards their cul de sac to see a crowd around Jett’s house. They slide down the hill and slowly approach the gathering.
"Oh no, this can't be good," Jett mutters to Stevon as his friend gives him a quick squeeze on the hand.
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