Glitches

Chapter 3- Break In's And Glowing Blood

Chapter 3- Break In's And Glowing Blood

I walked into my bedroom quickly, grabbing my Yankees baseball cap to hide my face. Dr. Frame leaned on the doorframe, gazing at all the superhero posters I had plastered over all the walls.

"You sure love your superheroes" Dr. Frame gawked. I prompted the hat on my head, tilting it over my black eye. This surely hadn't been the first time I've had to hide a black eye from someone. I usually get one black eye a month.

As I wiped the blood off my cheek, I said, "yeah. I guess." Dr. Frame whistled and said, "neat. I had a thing for collecting space ship models when I was little." I nodded and followed Dr. Frame out of my room, seeing my dad waiting by the front door.

He opened it, letting Dr. Frame out. Just as I stepped forward he put his hand on my chest, stopping me. For a moment, he just looked at me with a worried expression. Then be croaked, "j-just be careful, Luke."

I smiled and said, "don't worry. I'll be fine." He nodded and let me walked away from the house. My dad watched me climb into the front of Dr. Frames truck.

I waved to him as we drove away. He sighed and said, "please come back, Luke."

...

I watched the world go by as Dr. Frame took a left on main street, passing McDonalds. Kids from my school mingled in front of the restaurant, talking and laughing.

I never really got to have one of those moments. See, I don't have many friends. Actually I have zero friends, unless Dr. Frame counts.

As I stared at the kids the sounds of an ear piercing siren made Dr. Frame pull over. An ambulance hurled past us, heading directly for my school. "Crap" I muttered under my breath. I was going to be in some serious dodo soon enough.

Dr. Frame sighed and slammed on the gas pedal, causing us to zoom down the street. "I'm pretty sure we don't have enough time before someone comes looking after you. So we should hurry" he said gripping the steering wheel.

He swerved past some cars, then making another turn into a little run down neighborhood. Kids walked down the sidewalks, coming home from school.

Part of me envied that. They were living normal lives. No worrying about what you are, or being caught.

I was snapped out of my trance when Dr. Frame pulled the truck into a small driveway of a two story house on the corner of the street.

It was...original. To me, it was just an average, white painted house with cans of garbage out from waiting to be picked up and newspaper sitting for days on the front porch. The lawn had a great need to be mowed, and a single window just on the side if the house needed to be replaced due to the large hole in it.

Dr. Frame turned off the truck, silencing the humming and shaking. We climbed out of the vehicle and treaded up the porch where Dr. Frame pulled out his keys and unlocked the door.

As we walked inside I examined the casual, but messy living space. A small couch sat in front of a fireplace with a television mounted above. Clothes, newspaper and other scientific tools were scattered around.

Just as I peered upstairs a clinking noise made Dr. Frame and I jump. It came from the kitchen. Dr. Frame frowned and held his finger to his lips to silence me. I nodded as we both carefully tiptoed to the opening into the kitchen.

Dr. Frame mouthed, "one...two...three!" We jumped in the kitchen to catch a man off guard. He yelped and stumbled over the counter top, letting pots and pans fall on top of him. Dr. Frame sighed and said, "oh. It's just you."