The Dark Path (Part 1/2)

Tyson Has A Sister?

[Miles' POV]

"Whoa...no way, dude. That...that's just sick to the core!" Tyson said with eyes wide open as he looked at me when I silenced his television with my powers.

"I know right? I blasted my stereo equipment back home. Broke every single thing that came in packaging with the words 'fragile' on the side." I boasted.

"Miles, this is just awesome. You could be like a superhero, wearing tights and..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Superhero? Tights? Really, Ty? I mean it's great that I have these powers and stuff but think about it. How is sound supposed to fight crime? How would I save people from a burning building? Heck, how can I rescue a cat stuck in tree? All I can do is make it meow silently. Face it, man. These powers just aren't superhero material." I said as placed my chin on my palms.

"Wow. I never thought about it that way. It's okay, man. I think its awesome and so does Archer. Say, speaking of Archer, where is he?"

"He had something to do. Can you believe the guy? He thought I was just full of bull. He acted like I was crazy. Okay, maybe I'm a bit of a retard but he totally wanted to call it BS. He didn't say it though."

"Harsh, man. Say, wanna shoot some hoops? That'll kick some of your stress away?" Tyson said as he stood up from his chair.

I nodded and we both left the living room and headed to Tyson's backyard. Tyson's backyard fills me with nostalgia. Our moms are besties since middle school so I hanged out with Tyson in the backyard when mom and Tyson's mom wanted to chat.

I remembered the old days in Tyson's backyard. When we were ten, we used to have a tree house and plan attacks. We planned to throw nuts at people who dared come too close to our tree house. We didn't attack a lot of people. We only attacked one person.

Of all people, it had to be Tyson's mom. We didn't hear her approach our tree house. So when I heard the sound of someone near our tree house, I told Tyson to prepare the nuts, thinking that maybe there was a burglar or something. What happened next was not so sweet. Tyson's mom blew her fuse. She told my mom and mom blew her fuse. Have you ever seen videos of atomic bombs exploding? Yeah, mom was ten times of that.

I chuckled thinking of the old times. Bad but at the same time, nice moments. Bittersweet moments, you could say. Tyson threw me the ball and I shot a few times. I sighed. Someday, I'll be looking back at this moment just like how I looked back at the nut attack moment. Time flies by so fast. We played some one-on-one quietly, the silence broken by us only when we taunted each other when we scored a point. As we were playing, Tyson's mom called him in.

I played basketball by myself for a while as I waited for Tyson to come back out. After some time, I got exhausted, so I decided to head in the house for nice refreshing glass of cold water. Archer, Tyson and I never drink anything but water. At least eight glasses a day. I don't know why, but I guess we were weird like that.

I picked up Tyson's ball and placed on a chair. I stepped in the house, feeling the breeze from the fan tingle against my skin. Suddenly, the wind felt weird. Like it was disturbed. It was almost as if the wind itself suddenly became alive. I followed the wind's movements into the living room of Tyson's house. The wind became stronger there.

To my surprise, Tyson, his parents and some teenage girl who, for some reason, had Tyson's features. The same gray-brown hair, the same 'I'm-about-to-laugh' face and eyes that seemed to hide something. I thought Tyson was an only child like me and Archer? Tyson was never one to keep secrets, but I just couldn't knock the feeling that there was something he was hiding. I hid behind the corner and listened to their conversation.

"Mom, I just can't accept this. How can I possibly have a sister?" Tyson said sounding confused.

"Tyson, I told you everything. I'm not going to repeat myself." Tyson's dad said with frustration. "I've had a few girlfriends in the past. I swear that I have never 'touched' them, if you know what I mean by 'touched' I'm not sure how, but she seems to be your sister. Well, half-sister actually."

"Argh! God. This is confusing!" Tyson said as he got up and went upstairs. I heard his room door shut.

"Tyson James Matthews! Come down here, now!" Tyson's mom shouted.

"It's okay, miss." the Tyson's half-sister spoke up for the first time. "I'll just pack my bags and go if you don't want me."

"No, Sylvia. We need you. I don't know how you came to be, but now that you're here, I need to take care of you because you're my daughter. I'll love you like how I love Tyson." Tyson's dad said.

"It's okay,...er, dad." Sylvia said sounding uncomfortable of calling Tyson's dad her dad.

"Sylvia, your mother died. She was a wonderful woman. Sorry, Kelly." he said and turned to his wife to apologize. "We'll take care of you and give you a home. Now go put your stuff upstairs in the spare room. We'll go to the furniture store next weekend to buy you some furniture, like a study table for instance."

"Okay, dad." Sylvia got up and picked her bags that were by the front door. She spun around and when she saw me, her eyes widened in surprise.

"Ummm...hi. I'm a friend of Tyson." I said as I offered my front my hand for her to shake.

Sylvia smiled but she smiled in a sad way. "Sorry, my hands are kind of full at the moment." she said as she lifted her bags a little bit.

"Oh right. Here, let me help." I said as I stretched my hands out to grab her bags.

"No, you really don't need to." she said taking a few steps back.

"I'll give you a choice. Let me carry your bags or you have to kiss me." I said and ended my sentence with a smile.

"Ugh. Fine. Here. Don't drop them, Don Juan." Sylvia handed me her bags.

I carried her bags up the stairs and into the spare room that was now Sylvia's room. I placed Sylvia's bags at the side of the room. When I turned to look at Sylvia, she was looking at me with her hand stretched out at me as if she wanted to shake my hand.

"What...are you...doing?" I said as I stared her hand.

"You wanted to shake hands, right?" she lifted an eyebrow as she spoke to me.

"Oh right." I smiled and shook her hand. "I'm Miles by the way."

"Sylvia. Not to sound rude, Miles, but could you leave, please? I'm really exhausted and I need to catch up with some sleeping."

"Okay. See you next time." I said and waved to Sylvia.

Sylvia was beautiful girl, but I don't think I want her that badly. Having Tyson as a brother-in-law would make family reunions awkward. I knocked on Tyson's door but there was no answer. I guess he's taking this all in slowly. I'll give him his solitude time. Every man needs their own solitude time. Interrupting it would be like another lion coming into another lion's territory. I said goodbye to Tyson's parents and left the house wondering what's for dinner.