Enemies of Power

The Boy

The boy. Roman stared at the child. He noticed the shadows seemed to grow around him.

"I...I.." Roman stammered. I have to get away from here. It's him. The guy. Or at least a younger version. The boy. Does he know what had happened ten years ago? I have to go. The shadows were changing, deforming. Just like ten years ago. And no one seemed to notice.

"I'm sorry once again for bumping into you," Roman said. He ran from them; his mind still racing from the encounter.

Roman got the costume and went to rehearsal.

"Roman, I'm glad you got here," The director, Laura, said upon seeing him. Roman absentmindedly nodded and handed the costume to the theater dresser. He then walked off to get his own outfit on.

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"Roman can I talk to you for a minute?" Laura asked. Roman nodded and walked towards her. "Are you okay?"

Roman put a smile on his face," Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?" Laura sighed.

"We have this play to put in a couple days and you're forgetting your lines or else coming in late. Not to mention you are not you usual cheerful self," Laura explained to him. Roman distractedly nodded.

"Did you hear what I was even saying?" the director asked.

"Uh...yeah, I need to try harder," Roman mumbled. Laura chuckled.

"Let's take today off. Hopefully tomorrow we'll do better," She smiled at him. "Okay?" Roman nodded.

He walked off to take his costume off.

Roman decided to head home. He sent a quick text to Joan.

'Call me when you get off work' Roman sighed.

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Roman's mind was full of questions, by the time he unlocked his front door. Why now? Who was that kid? And did he know? But something else reignited in Roman's chest. Rage, Anger, Revenge. He finally found what he was looking for. Well not exactly, but close enough.

"Besides," Roman mumbled to himself. "That boy can tell me where the guy is. I'm sure they know each other. Now all I need it to get the boy," Roman walked to his desk. Time to do a bit of research, now that he has more information.

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"Are you sure you are okay?" Patton closed his eyes and seemed to focus on something. Virgil felt a strange sense of relaxation run through his body but it didn't stay there for long.

What was that? Who was that guy? He looked like he knew me. Why did he hesitate? Did I do something wrong?

"Hey Kiddo?" Patton looked at Logan.

"Virgil breathe," Logan instructed.

"I...can't," The boy gasped. Logan noticed it getting darker. If they didn't do something soon people would start to get suspicious.

"Patton," Logan looked at his husband.

"I don't know if I should. I already tried but it didn't last long," Patton looked at Logan then back at Virgil.

"Patton," Logan said more sternly. The bubbly person caved.

"Just this once," He mumbled and grabbed Virgil's hand. The shadows started going back to normal and the boy relaxed.

"Sorry," Virgil mumbled before collapsing into Patton's arms.

"You know I don't like doing that," Patton turned to Logan. They carried him out to their vehicle.

"At this point it was a must," Logan replied getting into the car. "I'll drive home, you make sure Virgil stays calm." Patton nodded glancing at the boy.

"What...happened?" Patton asked.

"I don't exactly know. I'll have to do a bit of research," Came the reply.

"Did you notice the shadows?" Logan nodded.

"We'll eventually have to question Virgil about that, though I don't think know would be a good time. The stranger seemed to notice the shadows to though I can't be sure."

"We have to teach him to control his powers somehow." Patton stated. "I don't want to do this to him every time he starts to panic." Logan nodded in agreement.

"We both learned and together we can teach Virgil. And besides we know who we can go to if we can't help him."

"But just because he helped us doesn't mean he knows anything about Virgil's powers," Patton insisted.

"Do you not remember what his power is and why he became a therapist?" Logan explained. "He loves helping people and he knows anyone's powers just by touching them. Do you not remember that?"

Patton giggled. "All I really remember was Dr. Picani love for cartoons." He admitted.

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Roman groaned and put his head on his desk. Nothing. He had found nothing. He searched everything he could think of but it still wasn't enough. 'It's like the kid just appeared out of nowhere.' Roman thought to himself. 'Maybe I'm looking for the wrong thing,' He sat up and searched some more.

After ten minutes Roman finally cheered. He found some new information. About a thirty minute drive from here was an orphanage that Roman was sure the boy came from.

"Must mean he recently got adopted," Roman mumbled to himself grabbing his keys and walking out the door.