This Can't Be Real (A Superhero Story)

5

It was roughly 6 am when Aspen came knocking, but it took until almost 8 in the morning for Sabrina to build up the courage to leave her room. She walked the warmly lit hallway towards the main room- spotting Noah from afar. She took in a harsh breath before approaching him.

Noah sat at the kitchen island, eating a bowl of cereal from atop a tall bar stool. He looked up at her, slightly confused as he put another spoonful in his mouth.

"I wanna learn about my powers."

"Well, aren't you... active today." He mumbled through fruity grains.

"Save it, Robocop. I want to know how to use my gift." She sassed, peering at him.

"Yeah, okay, Madrigal. Let's slow down for a minute, alright? You need to know more about yourself before learning how to control what you're capable of. Take a seat. Not everyone has three powers." He stated, taking another bite as she pulled out a stool across from him, sat down, and began to stare at him again.

"One quick question before we start."

"Yeah, go ahead."

"Why do you eat?"

"...because I'm hungry?"

"I thought you were a robot?"

"Cyborg. Okay- skin, muscle, blood and guts, right?" He asked, pointing at Sabrina.

"Until corrected- yes." Sabrina nodded.

"Skin, robot gunk, muscle, blood and guts. I can basically rearrange my body to bring the robotic stuff to the surface and make it usable. Otherwise, my body is built just the same as you."

"But built different."

"Yeah, I'm built different. Can we move on? We should start with the basics- how you got your powers."

"My parents gave them to me."

"No shit, Sabrina. I mean why- the whole story? I remember you being more patient."

"Just tell the story, dude."

"I will... But not because you told me to." He groaned, taking another bite of cereal.

"This can't be–"

"It's not." Alina interrupted, looking at her husband. He blinked a few times before he ran to the glass door. It sounded like helicopters were roaring in, but he saw nothing in the sky.

"Kids. Get your emergency bags."

"But-"

"Now." His voice echoed with a booming tone as the kids ran. "Alina, get the patches. This is it."

"We can't–"

"We have too." He answered, turning to a photo frame on the wall. It was of the family. He grabbed it off the wall, revealing a small hole. The cube from before was inside, untouched for years. He pulled it out, blowing it off before examining it. Faded colors he couldn't determine.

"I called Maverick and sent out a signal to evacuate the city. I told him we're staying behind." She remarked as Cyrus nodded, choking back any tears he was holding onto.