going to be, we are going to all be dead if nobody stops Richter. Right now some guy in Indiana is more capable of doing that then all the world’s militaries, and so I’m going to side with that dude. The only person, I might add, who has ever been able to get close to Richter and survive, much less deal an amazingly powerful uppercut that sent Richter packing.”
I smirked at this part, but did my best to contain a chuckle. Mom and Dad were freaking out, so if they saw I wasn’t taking this as seriously as they were, they might get a little upset. But I was taking it as seriously—no— more seriously, than they were. I mean, it’s me who was on every television, phone, and computer screen around the world. I was the most popular person on the planet at the moment, and the second most-sought-after one, second only to Richter himself. Just the attention I was receiving alone terrified me, much less not knowing what was actually going on inside my body. I wasn’t totally afraid I was going to die; Richter seemed to have been just fine. Still, there was a chance that my body was doing whatever the hell it was doing, and it would eventually just explode or something. Plus, I had no idea how I was going to use my powers, both literally and figuratively. Or whether or not by being around me, my parents would get some sort of radiation poisoning, or something like that, and die.
There were so many unknowns, yet everyone had an idea that they knew exactly what was going to happen next. I would be a knight in shining armor, come to the aid of the world, and defeat Richter, restoring peace in order. Me, on the other hand, I had a feeling I just got lucky and caught Richter off guard. I had no idea how I was going to take him on again.
Still, despite all of that, I just couldn’t help but try not to chuckle every time I heard someone mention my “killer uppercut.”
M OM , Dad, and I sat around the dinner table, picking at our food. We were all processing what was happening. The only thing I could keep thinking about were the things that happened to Richter’s family when the world found out his identity.
As is obvious to most, Richter was always very open about his powers, even from the very beginning. He had no problem with letting people know who he was, because he thought he was invincible. And he was until I came along. However, one thing he didn’t take into account was his family.
A group of people made up of family members and friends of some people Richter had killed in his escapades, decided to take revenge on Richter and hurt him the same way he hurt them. They found his parents and younger sister, and killed all three of them in their home. Furious, Richter tracked down the people who killed his family and slaughtered all of them. There weren’t even any bodies left intact.
People were terrified of me, because they didn’t know if I’d be like a Richter 2.0. If they knew who I was, they’d act preemptively and foolishly. I was terrified that somehow someone would figure out who I was and come find my family. I’d already saved my parents from intruders in our own home once, and it wasn’t exactly an experience that I wanted to go through again.
“Listen, Kane,” my dad said, breaking the silence.
I found it hard to look him in the eye. For some reason, I was terrified at what he might say.
“I think we should lay low for a while. You shouldn’t be using any of your…” he searched for the word. “ Abilities, at least not right now. There’s about to be a lot of attention on Ebon. We don’t know who could be watching.”
I nodded my head. “Yeah, I understand.”
“I don’t want you going to the shelter either,” Mom said. “Someone might recognize you.”
I slumped back in my chair and let out a sigh, obvious in my disappointment.
“Is that really a good idea, Heather?” Dad asked.
“Yeah, Mom,” I said. “I just,” I paused, trying to think of the right words to say. “I
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