Not your ordinary superhero

Chapter seven

"The house... It's gone?"

"Yeah. They have a super working with them. His names Inferno, lit the house up and turned it to ash in seconds."

"Inferno?"

"Yea, stupid if you ask me. It literally means a large fire out of control. Except it's Italian and who doesn't like Italian?"

"Not the time for jokes K."

He mumbles out an apology and we start walking back to the road. My feet slowly drag in the dirt, ruining my shoes, no doubt. I'll just change a brick or something into a new pair when I feel like it.

"E, the back of your shoe is falling off." Kansas says quietly.

I don't reply. My mind just seemed to have shut down. My mouth won't move and the only thought in my head is 'the house'. It keeps ramming into my head giving me a headache. I feel nothing, I hear nothing, I am nothing.

Everything was in that house. My entire life. I grew up there. All of my books are gone, my camera, my hero outfit, family pictures. There are some things that you can't just make. You can't pull sentimental value out of thin air. Those things don't just come from rocks or twigs.

"Liz? Come on, we've got to go before they wake up. We need to get out of here." Kansas tries talking to me.

I keep on walking, blankly staring ahead. What if my parents come home. They'll think I'm dead. I can't stay here, people know where I am. They'll all think I burned. I know my family, they'll blame themselves for it but I can't see them. If I talk to them I'll put them in danger.

"Elizabeth Marie Taylor. You stop that right now or you're going to get us all killed. That was my house too and you don't see me turning into a vegetable do you? I get it that everyone is going to think we're dead but atleast they're safe! Now snap out of it!" Kansas yells at me.

"Do you really care? Huh? You're just a dog! A stupid, butt sniffing, canine. You weren't even a part of my family! You were just there because mom wanted to get me friend so I didn't kill myself! Go away, mutt. You're not wanted here."

He looks at me for moment before giving a quiet whine and hanging his head. He doesn't move though. He just stands there.

"Did you here me? I said go away! Shoo! Buzz off you blasted mutt!" I yell and kick at the ground next to him.

Finally he superspeeds off, out of the woods. I don't need him. He's just a stupid canine. All he did was get me in trouble with the neighbors and pulled on the leash like a regular flea bitten pest.

I fly out of there at five hundred miles per hour. I have no where to go, no one to be with, and no idea what to do. Everything I knew is gone and everyone thinks I'm dead. All I have left are these stupid powers that keep trying to kill me.

I keep flying until I get the top of a skyscraper somewhere in New York. Rain is pouring down on my head, chilling me to the bone. I could dry off easily or make an umbrella, but the rain just seems to fit right now. I welcome the chill because I deserve it. I'm a terrible person cursed with too many gifts. And now, I've gone and kicked at the only thing that kept me sane.

The only thing that seems right is to curl up and cry, so that's exactly what I do. I don't cry though, tears make my powers go haywire. Last time I cried I knocked all the power out in my city and started a mini flood in my house. The neighbors also started a conga line in the middle of the road but I'm not sure if I had anything to do with it.

I feel myself start to shiver from the cold but I force myself to sleep, probably with the use of powers, and drift into darkness.

Ooh, drama. What do you think? To dramatic? Not dramatic enough? I love comments, even more than votes, so if you you have anything to say, please do!