Not your ordinary superhero

Chapter eleven

If you haven't heard the song she's singing below, I suggest you check it out. I added it up above.

"And I was shaking at the knees! Could I come again please? Yeah them ladies were too kind. You've been thunderstruck!"

"E, would you please stop!"

"Not likely!"

"You know I hate this song."

"Said yeah, it's all right. We're, doing fine. Yeah, it's alright. We're, doing fine. Thunderstruck! Yeah yeah yeah thunderstruck!"

"E. Stop."

I just give him a grin and keep singing. One does not simply interrupt ACDC. As much as he denies it, he knows I'm an amazing singer. If I ever stop this superhero business, I'm so starting a band.

We've been driving for five hours now. I could fly but my powers are exhausted. After a discussion, we decided on going to North Dakota. By 'discussion' I mean threatening to turn Kansas into a snail and flying him to France. No offence french people.

I remember going to a city in North Dakota called Killdeer. I flew over there once and crash landed. It's a small town, nice people, very, very small. Did I mention it was a small town? There's one school there with every grade in it. The population is roughly one thousand. It's a great place to hang low because of the lack of people. I'd have to be extra careful though because gossip travels quickly in those places.

We drive for a few more hours and pull up to a hotel next to a gas station. I have no money so I guess I'm just going to have to... convince the person to let me stay there. I really hate doing this, it makes me feel like such a villain. I'm not saying I'm a good person, I'm far from that. The things I could do with my powers would let me rule the Galaxy. Unfortunately I have a conscience and an annoying dog.
I walk up to front counter and give the worker a smile. Please work.

"Hi, how can I help you?" You can help me by not being so nice so I stop feeling guilty.

"Can I get a a double room for a couple weeks?"

"Sure! Staying long?"

"No, I'm just... traveling. I want to check out the sights around here."

"Oh, if you're a hiker, like me, I suggest Roosevelt park. It has great trails and it's perfect for seeing wildlife. We once had a wild horse stop in front of our car there and stare at us for ten minutes!" She says laughing.

"I'll have to check it out."

"Yeah, it's great. Now, are you paying with a card?"

"Actually, I don't have any money. Can you just let me stay here?"

"Sure, why not? Hold on let me get your key."

"Really?"

She gives me a smile and says "No. You have to pay to stay a hotel, sorry."

Okay freaky mind powers, do your magic. I tap into her mind and tell her that I am welcome to stay here for free. If anyone says otherwise, send them to my room.

"On second thought," she begins "Welcome to our hotel, enjoy your stay! Here's your keys."

She smiles at me and I'm hit with a pang of guilt. Stupid guilt.

I snatch the key card out of her hand, smile again, and walk to the elevator. I can feel Kansas glaring daggers into the back of my head. He stomps loudly behind me, throwing a fit. When I use my powers to manipulate someone, he gets really mad.

We get to the elevator and wait for the doors to close before we start yelling.

"You didn't have to do that!" He yells at me.

"What else was I supposed to do? There's nowhere else to go!"

"We could have stayed in the truck!"

"With no food, water, or heat? We'd die!"

"Well I'm a dog, I'll just pretend to be lost and get taken to a shelter!"

"First of all, you're a human now. Second of all, there are no shelters here! People just shoot stray dogs."

"What....?"

"We're in gun country now. Everyone is a hunter around here. Some family might take you in but that's not likely."

He just looks at the floor without replying. He may look like a human, but he's still a dog. Hearing that people just kill his kind must have hurt.

"Look, I'm sorry Kansas. I just didn't want you running off in dog form thinking that you'll be fine. I don't want you getting hurt."

"It's fine. Let's just get to sleep now."

"Yeah, okay. I'm just going to hop in the shower real quick."

He mumbles something and hops into bed. I just realized he's still in the clothes I gave him when he first transformed.

"Here, stand up."

He listens and stands before me with his arms spread out. I change his jeans and plaid button up into red flannel pants and a black Guns and Roses shirt. He says he doesn't like them but I still catch him mouthing along to Paradise City.

He gives a grunt when he sees his shirt but crawls into his bed without argument. Good dog boy.

I get into the shower and sigh. It feels like it's been years since my last shower, when really it's only been three days. Unfortunately showers leave room for me to think. Thinking is something that I've really been trying to avoid lately. But, no matter how much I try to avoid it, it's still good for me. Like vegetables.

A superhuman and a dog boy are running around the country, escaping people that we don't even know. We have no money, food, communications, or any plan whatsoever. How am I supposed to keep this up? Everyone thinks we're dead. What if someone recognizes me? How am I supposed to explain that?

I'll have to change myself. I'll look completely different; no one will recognize me. I'm going to be a different person, a superperson. A superbadguy, not a villain, a badguy. Villain is too mainstream. Look out world, here comes Elizabeth, the ticked off supergirl.

If you are annoyed by the band references, please leave because there's going to be a lot more coming. For those of you who understand the band references, congratulations! Here's a gold medal. Isn't it funny how a medal is made out of metal? Anyway...... what'd you think of this chapter? I'll admit, it's pretty slow but the next one will be better. I hope...