James Knight: Teenage Superhuman - Book One

Samual: The Power Project - Chapter Six

"What did you do to my child, Samual?" Matthew growled, stepping forward, his hand hovering near his gun holster. Matthew and Henry were just rookie cops, barely at the base level, but the other officers immediately accepted my brothers into the force because of our father's reputation. Despite his kind heart, I still feared Matthew because of Alexander. I knew the extent of his capabilities if I angered him, but I would choose Matthew's wrath over Alexander's narcissism any day.

I leaned back against the couch, avoiding eye contact with my brother. I had angered him, and I couldn't blame him. I was the reason James had superpowers.

"What have you done to my child?" he demanded again, his fingers inching closer to his gun. "Sam!" he roared.

"I didn't mean for it to happen, okay? I took my eyes off him for just a moment and—"

"And what?" His gaze locked with mine. "He could have died, Samual," he said, taking a deep, stressed breath.

"Grace isn't my only child, Matt," I pleaded. "I have eight sons, and Alexander, he..." I hesitated. "He's a monster, Matthew. He has kept them away from me and used Danielle, my children, and me as lab rats. I didn't want James to suffer the same fate as my other children."

"What?" Matthew grumbled. James and Derek entered the room, saving me from my brother's wrath. "Hey, Dad," Derek greeted us.

"Hey, Sam," James exclaimed, waving at me. Both boys slung their backpacks off their shoulders, placed them by the front door, and wandered into the room.

"We'll discuss this later," Matthew muttered. He called the boys over. "How was school?" Matthew asked them.

"Wow, not even a 'hey, Happy Birthday, Derek'?" Derek looked at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Ms. Kendall told me he wants to talk to you, Dad," James interjected, leaning against the staircase.

"Happy Birthday," my brother smiled at Derek before his gaze turned back to me, filled with anger. "We'll celebrate later."

"Can Sam bake the cake?" Derek asked. Aside from Sasha, my sister-in-law, I was the best cook in the household. It had been three months since Alexander freed me from the government project and three months since I last saw Max, my son.

"Yeah, buddy. I can bake a cake for you," I assured my nephew.

"Awesome!" Derek exclaimed. Silence fell as Derek clasped his hands together, staring at James with a raised eyebrow. Then Derek dashed upstairs after James.

"Dad will be furious when he finds out you have powers," Derek remarked.

"Quiet, Derek," James hushed him, giggling, and I heard a door slam as both boys chuckled. Dear God, does Derek know too?

"I'll talk to them," I offered, my gaze shifting away from my furious brother.

"Go. Do whatever it takes to teach James responsibility with these powers, but don't think I'll hesitate to shoot you if you do something I don't like."

"I'm invincible, Matt. Bullets can't harm me."

"I know," he replied, his scowl deepening. "Go talk to them, and don't let James know I'm aware of his powers," he ordered. My eyes drifted away from my brother towards the staircase as I took a hesitant, deep breath. Here goes nothing.

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"You boys must not breathe a word about James's superpowers to your mom or dad," I said, standing in James's doorway.

Both boys looked at me, surprise evident on their identical faces. "How did you know Derek knew Uncle Sam?" James said, a hint of excitement in his voice.