Not your ordinary superhero

Chapter nine

"Hey, girly. Want me to join you in there?"

I give out a groan and flop onto my stomach. I had a hunch this was going to happen but I was hoping it wouldn't.

"Just leave mister. There is no way you're getting in this truck."

"Oh, feisty. I like it." I can basically here the grin in his voice.

"Sir, I will warn you, if you try anything you will regret it."

"I'm not so sure about that."

I hear the canopy open and the back pop open and fall.

"Kansas." I pause and sit up. "Give him hell."

Kansas gets up from his spot next to me and snarls at the man. The stranger freezes and stares at my beloved dog. I internally grin at the sight but then he screams and a full-on grin takes over my face. Serves him right.

Kansas snarls again and lunges at him. The man, who's foot was still on the bed of the truck, tries to run away but his foot get stuck and he's left with his face in the dust and one foot on the truck. Ouch.

Taking advantage of the situation, Kansas locks his jaws around the mans ankle and superspeeds away. We don't take these things lightly.

I superspeed after them and meet them a quarter of a mile away. The mans face is scratched up a bit, but it doesn't look too serious. It'll probably clear up in a day or two.

I walk up to the man, put my fists on my hips, give him the most serious stare I've ever managed, and say "Okay mister, I'm guessing you learned your lesson now. Am I correct?"

At first he just stares at me with his mouth open but then he comes to his senses and raises an eyebrow at me. Now I'm fuming. This man suggests.... an activity and then has the nerve to look at me like I'm some sort of pouting child. I'm not much a feminist but I'm having an urge to slam my foot into his face and scream 'girl power!'.

"I said, am I correct?" I yell at him getting fed up.

"You?" He pauses and gives me an unbelieving look. "You think you're threatening? If you're done with this, my offer still stands."

"I don't want to have murder on my hands, but I think killing you would be equivalent to butchering pig. Oh wait, never mind, I actually like pigs." I say, I'll admit it wasn't that clever, or well said, but at least I didn't just stand there.

"Look girly, unless you're saying that we can go back to your truck, shut up."

Just as I'm about to Hulk out, an idea pops into my head.

"Okay," I purr "Let's go back to my truck."

Kansas gives my a weird dog look as I take the mans hand. I help him off the ground and he gives me a perverted grin. We start walking to the truck and after a few feet, I flip him over my shoulder.

He cries out and goes to stand up but I tap into his head and knock him out. I could have handled that a bit more nicely, but he's lucky I didn't pick him up and drop him in the Pacific Ocean.

I go into his head again and start to put thoughts, commands actually, into his head.

Starting today, you will be the perfect gentleman. You will hold the door open for ladies, you will always offer to pay for meals but you will agree to splitting the cost, you will be eternally loyal, and while you're at it, shave your beard. It doesn't look good with your face.

That should be enough. To whoever dates him next, you are very welcome.

The man starts to wake up, I found out his name is Jerry, and puts a hand up to his head in pain. Oops, my bad. Confusion clouds his eyes and he shakes his head.

"I am so sorry miss, I sincerely apologize for my actions. I know nothing that I do will make up for what I did." He says, his eyes sincere.

"It's no problem sir, you were drunk."

"I was? Yes, that explains the headache. May I ask, how did I end up on the floor?"

"Well, when you threw yourself upon me, I pushed you and you must have blacked out. Be on your way now, I suggest not drinking for awhile."

He gives me a slow nod, clearly still confused, and toddles off in search of his car. Now that he's gone, I start to feel a bit guilty. I must have hit his head harder than I meant to.

I turn to Kansas who was watching the whole thing. He's just staring blankly at me with wide, unblinking eyes. Yeah, I didn't know I could do that either.

I give a little cough and awkwardly rub my toe into the dry, dirt road.

"Well," I say while looking at my shoes "Shall we continue?"

I raise my eyes to look at him, not much because he's still just regular doggy sized, and he nods his head. We walk to the truck and he hops into the passenger seat. I sit behind the steering wheel and give a sigh. That was fun.

I reach behind me to grab the seat belt but an idea pops into my head.

"Hold on, I have an idea."

"I'm scared." I roll my eyes at that.

"I can change myself into animals and such, so I wonder if I can change other things."

He gives me a blank look and stares at me as if looking to see if I'm going to break out laughing. When he finds that I'm completely serious, he starts talking.

"Powers don't work like that, Liz. You can't give other people your powers."

"No, no not that." I say while waving my hands about wildly "I mean, like my turning inanimate objects into other objects thing, what if I can use my living transformation powers on other things?"

"You can't do that." He says flatly. I have such a downer dog.

"But I haven't tried."

"Because it's a stupid idea."

"No it's not, and I'm going to prove it. Get out."

"What?" He cries out.

"Get out, your going to be my guinea pig."

"No way! What if you turn me into a stuffed dog or something and kill me!"

"Then my question will be answered, now get out."

He grumble out something that resembles 'I better be a dang cute stuffed dog' and hops out my door that I've opened for him.

"Please don't kill me." He says and squishes his eyes shut.

"No promises."

I clench my eyes together and focus all of my attention on changing him. I start imaging him as his new form, with clothes obviously, and a crack of bones meets my ears. It's working! Oh my Chuck, it's working!

I snap myself out of my happiness. Focus Elizabeth. I keep imaging him transforming until I hear a yelp of surprise.

A few minutes pass then I feel a hand on my shoulder. Yes. My eyes flutter open and I turn around.

"Elizabeth. You did it. I'm human."