The Dreams

Chapter 10

[The next day]
I let Eugene keep my bed and I slept on the couch. Bub slept in his room, and I didn't want to be near mom's room at night. I woke up before everyone else. Thankfully the electric and water still worked, so I started up breakfast.
"Pancakes... Or bacon and eggs?"
I asked myself.
"Pancakes."
I mixed up the ingredients and dumped half a bag of chocolate chips into it. I began to put the in the skillet and flip them in the air. I kinda chuckled when one got stuck to the ceiling.
"Well.. Shoot."
When I finished Eugene walked down the stairs.
"Mmmmm is that pancakes?"
"Yep."
He came over and got a plate and the pancake from the ceiling fell and landed on his head. I couldn't help but belt out laughing. He looked at me and chuckled. He took it off his head and some of the dough was in his hair. I laughed harder. I held my sides and doubled over. Eugene's eyes widened and started laughing too.
"We are going to wake Pete."
He said trying to shush me. I tried to stop laughing but I managed to quiet down to giggle. He grabbed a few pancakes and sat on the couch to watch some news. I then sat out my own plate and Peter's. I poured some syrup on mine so he would know the difference.
"I'll be right back."
I said as I went upstairs and got different clothes and took them to the bathroom. Before I got in the shower I wondered if I should take off my necklace.
'It's just the shower, it'll be right there.'
'But what if something happens and I forget it? Or if someone is in trouble and I need to dash.'
After my debate I decided to leave it on. So I hopped in the shower. I pulled the curtains to a close and hummed 'Yours To Hold' by: Skillet. Soon there was a knock on the door.
"What?"
"Ivy, Peter is throwing up."
Eugene said. I gasped.
"I'll be right out!"
"Ok!"
I finished up dried off and pulled on my dark, blue skinny jeans and my big 'Stand Back I'm Allergic To Stupidity' shirt and bolted out the door and down the stairs. Peter was hovering over the trashcan ready to puke at any second. I ran to the kitchen and got a cold tag and put it on his neck. He barfed again. After that he lifted his head up. I took the rag and wiped it on his face.
"What made you puke?"
He pointed to the pancakes. It had syrup on it.
"Bub those where my pancakes."
He slightly smiled and said.
"Woops."
He went and grabbed his food and went to eating. I took my pancakes and dumped them. I looked down at my hands. They weren't green. But they looked different. I flexed them a little bit 'till I heard Eugene shout.
"INVADERS!"
My hands ignited to a bright green.
"Where!"
"Outside!"
I looked through the peephole on the door. It was the guy from the hospital. He knocked on the door.
"Hey Freak! You in there?"
Wow ain't he charming. Like I was going to answer. He started to rattle the doorknob. I opened the door and he looked at me.
"Hi again."
I said.
"Oh lookie the freak lives."
"After the beating I gave you last time, I wasn't sure you'd wake up."
The guy's friends went 'oooooo'.
"Well I wanted to show you you're place here. Like behind bars, in the kitchen."
I cracked my knuckles.
"Wanna run that by me again, Horsehead?"
I say. He flinched at the sound. I raise up my hand toward him.
"If I remember correctly, I healed your friends after stabbing them. I also took your gun out of your hands and dodge a bullet too. Aaaand I escaped it all. So either you think about what you say and leave or I will turn you into a human pretzel you stubborn, spoiled momma's boy!!"
I say as my hand forms into gun. He stared at my wide eyed, as did his friends.
"S-sorry."
He stuttered out.
"Let's go Rus."
One of 'em said. As they walked away so did the mist. I closed the door and locked it. Eugene walked down the stairs with Peter behind him.
"Wow."
Is all Eugene could say.