Wonder Child

Meet the Parents

This was going to go horribly.

This was going to turn into a shit-storm of epic proportions.

I had kicked Xavier out of bed, shrieking for him to get his ass in gear. He took one look at my no doubt maniacal expression and proceeded to do as I said. As he popped to wherever the fuck he pops to to get ready, I flew (literally) downstairs, gathering all of the trash and shit we had left all over the living room. We had decided that it would be best if Xavier wasn't here when my parents arrived.

Dad is quite skilled with weapons.

Looking out of the kitchen window (dammit, daddy's Lucky Charms!) and gaped. How the fuck am I going to explain the battlefield of a backyard?! Dirt was on the porch, and mud trailed into the house. Trees were knocked over, and patches of grass were scorched to all hell! Praying to the Goddess this would work, I materialised a mini-storm cloud, just big enough to wash away any evidence on the porch.

Better. Not perfect, but better.

I was able to use my new elemental powers and smooth over some of the soil, but the trees were too big to do anything with.

After furiously scrubbing the carpets, put everything, garbage, bucket, rags, into a giant bag and threw it into the bin. I came back in and collapsed on the sofa. I felt like I was at a crime scene. I heard the car roll up. Just in time. I looked around and froze.

My clothes.

I was covered in evidence! I snapped my fingers and was in my room in seconds. I wrestled off my dirty outfit and hopped in the shower. I relaxed, taking my time to make sure nothing incriminating was on me. Aunt Cristina had told both of us not to use our gifts without her present, but we proceeded to anyway.

After I finished, I walked downstairs (it felt weird, seeing as how I was floating everywhere) to greet my parents.

"Dad! Daddy! You're back!"

"Hi, pumpkin."

"Hi, sweetie!"

Daddy crushed me in a hug, but then he went still. He looked at my face, then stepped back. He blinked, but to me, I could tell he was using his powers. He zeroed in on my previously injured arm. Then he looked around the room. He looked shocked, then angry. Before I knew it, I was between them, daddy's winds taking on a dangerously blue hue, and dad wielding a red axe which glinted dangerously in the light.

"There's a demon presence in the house, Jaden."

"Really? Where?"

"Everywhere. The kitchen, the living room, from the look of the stairs, upstairs, outside HOLY SHIT WHAT HAPPENED."

"ZACHARY! WHAT!"

"THE BACKYARD LOOKS LIKE A WAR HAPPENED! THE TREES ARE LITERALLY BROKEN IN HALF, JADEN. BROKEN IN HALF."

"WHAT ON EARTH?!"

"I can explain that."

Both of their faces whipped to me, and I shrunk down under the pressure.

"I was practicing, and, well, that happened."

Dad scrunched his eyebrows.

"That can't be. Cristina would never let this happen."

At my guilty silence, his look hardened.

"You didn't. Natasha Cristina Styrke, tell me you didn't."

I looked at my feet.

"How many times have we told you not to practice unattended?"

"A lot?"