Artist Arthur [Mystyx 03] Mayhem [Kimani TRU] (epub)

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.Unfortunately my dad isn’t trying to hear any of that.He’s what they call an ordinary human, I guess.No powers that I know of is what I mean.I guess they skipped him like they did my grandpa.But my great-uncle, William, had them and I have them.Now if I could just figure out how to handle them, then maybe I could be of some help to the Mystyx.In the meantime, I’ve got Dad’s “to-do list” to deal with.He wants me to take down the back fence, the old, dilapidated piece of crap that should have been taken down long before that tornado swept through town a couple of months ago and ripped it apart.Yeah, Lincoln, Connecticut, had a tornado, and for the first time in all the years that I can remember, the residents of this small town finally recognized the weirdness that goes on around here.They couldn’t believe it.The car they’d parked in front of their house ended up three or four blocks down the street.The winds even blew the roofs off some houses.There was a lot of talk around town about global warming and even the world possibly coming to an end.I wanted to tell them that it had nothing to do with global warming, but they’d never believe me.Half of them don’t even acknowledge me.But get this, just a few weeks ago New York was hit by two tornados in the same day.And before that, Maryland had an earthquake.Right in the middle of the hottest summer ever.Nobody would ever believe it had to do with the supernatural.To be honest, about a year ago I wouldn’t have believed it myself.But now I know.Scratch that, I feel the change.I’m different now, the air I breathe, the things I see, everything is different.I don’t know if that’s for better or worse, but we’ll see.Back to the fence or Dad’ll be spittin’-nails mad at me when he gets home.The walk from one end of the yard to the other isn’t far, and on any other day this chore would have just been tedious.But today it’s downright miserable, with the humidity choking the life out of me.I glance up toward the sky and wonder if there’s someone I can communicate with up there—tell them to turn the thermostat down a couple of notches to give me a break.Of course that doesn’t work, but the brilliance of the sun burns my eyes.I keep staring though, wondering if somewhere in that big sky there’s a place for me—a purpose that only I can fulfill.Lately my thoughts have been drifting along those lines.Not that I’d tell anybody, because I’m not the philosophical type.Still, I can’t help but think about all the changes I’ve been going through.And I’m not just talking about adolescence.That’s to be expected.What I’m mostly concerned with is the freaky stuff, like my physical strength and power, and how it’s growing as I get older.I gained a few pounds over the summer, not like fat, but muscle.When I step out of the shower and look into the cracked mirror on the back of the bathroom door, I can see the changes.My arms and legs look like they belong to an athlete, maybe a track star.Except I think I’m a little on the heavy side to be a runner.Still, I look like I’ve been working out, but I haven’t.And the things I can lift are just crazy.I know I’m not supposed to do anything in public, nothing that will draw attention to me.But when Dad was changing a tire last week, the old worn-out jack started to slip and I actually had to hold the front of the car up while he slid from underneath.Had I not done that Dad would be dead.But the look Dad gave me after that incident wasn’t good either.However, I’ve lived with that look of disapproval and confusion for a long time now.I’m used to it.Me, Dad and Grandpa have been living together forever.My mom left when I was six and Grandma died a couple years after that.So it’s just been the three of us, in this old dilapidated house with one raggedy twelve-year-old car and now, no fence.I don’t know where my mom Cecelia Ann Kramer is.On good days that thought doesn’t bother me.Today, it didn’t until this moment.I pick up a few two-by-four planks, actually ten.There’s nobody out here to see how easily I carry the long, heavy wood and walk with ease across the yard to the big pile accumulating on the other side.It’s important that nobody knows about our powers [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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