MISFIT

Chapter 7: Training to Be Better

Where to start? The question that made Arthur ignore everything that went on in the classroom and dedicate all he had to improving his powers to stop the killer, the man in white, from striking again.

He had no idea how his powers worked, his limitations, or anything to go on. Arthur needed a place to start, a foot in the right direction to help him begin the change he desperately needed.

Arthur never wanted anything more than he did right now. His powers called to him doing everything they could to crawl their way out, but Arthur suppressed those feelings deep within himself. The time wasn't right for that yet.

The strange thing was the random killings seemed to stopped after his encounter with the man in white. However, no doubt came to Arthur's mind that somehow the man in white was getting stronger lurking somewhere in the shadows while he remained the same and clearly out matched for another fight if he ever did run into him again.

"Why do you just sit here on your ass and do nothing?" The voice in his head screamed trying to knock some sense into Arthur. "What are you so afraid of?"

How about dying? Or failing again to do something good when all he seemed to do was make things worse for people he tried to help. He did want to quit and just forget he had powers, how he fought the killer behind it all and lost, but he couldn't.

The voice in his head was right, he needed to do something but what? Maybe his brothers had the answer to his problem, not as if there were other people to talk to about his situation.

When he got home that day Arthur told them all that happened that night he went out looking for the killer and why he locked himself in his room for the rest of that weekend. Nothing more needed to be said as the five of them put it quickly behind them and started coming up with ways to make Arthur stronger.

"Have you tried seeing how your powers get activated?" Oliver asked. "There has to be something that triggers them right? Maybe if we find that switch then we can figure out the rest."

"Genius! Genius! Genius!" James mocked his brother. "It's fool proof. Oh wait, how exactly do we do that again when we don't even know how his powers work."

Oliver opened his mouth to say something but closed it just as fast not wanting to start anything. Arthur remained silent as his brothers continued to bounce ideas off each other resulting in nothing to show for their combined efforts.

The sound of the doorbell ringed throughout the house making its way up to the attic bedroom. Arthur insisted on getting the door, while his brothers continued to think on how his powers could be enhanced.

Rushing down the steps he reached the door and swung it open to find a tall man in a nice clean, crisp grey business suit standing on the door step holding a small package. His mom told him it was rude to stare but something felt off about him, his eyes seemed to give it away being a blue so pale they looked almost white.

"Good afternoon is there a Arthur Paragon here?" The man in the suit asked nicely enough peering into the open doorway.

"Y-y-yes I'm Arthur Paragon," Arthur replied nervously not looking at the man in the suit but at the ground and his shoes. "May I a-ask how y-y-you know my name?"

"I'm part of the postal service of course what kind of question is that. Your name is on the box."

Arthur took a gander at the man's face and saw why he felt off about him. It wasn't the clearly fake smile that stretched the man's perfectly clear, smooth skin but the eyes were shifty moving everywhere but directly at Arthur.