(Tobias POV) Verse 11- Days with Powers (Final)

The next morning I awoke expectantly within my own flabby body.

But I was completely torn within myself between the events of last night.

Choosing not to dwell on the past I decided last night’s events opened a door into a future I really didn’t want to ever live again. So I carried out the only thing I could possibly do after that experience with Mom, I wrote a goodbye letter from Greg, explaining why I had to leave the country and apologised for all the times I was a complete douchebag to her.

Oh, I also showered myself with praises and made sure to mention I Tobias was the greatest son he never had.

As you’d expect, once my Mom discovered such a letter she was left distraught and broke down into tears. And as tough as that was for me to hear. I had to make sure Greg was dead and would never come back.

The next few days were a little annoying, Mom cried during the night and slept throughout most mornings. But thankfully I had my own host of things to busy with.

One day whilst I was eagerly waiting for the cool down timer to wear off. I discovered something incredibly interesting which kept my mind occupied for the next 4 days.

I managed to roll “lucky Simon’s” dice of abilities again and I earned a second out of fourth ability because of it.

“Human Gizmo- Electronic Manipulator Level .2 .”

Now if I thought my earlier ability was amazing. I would dutifully discover that Human Gizmo was a complete game changer. Just as it said on the tin, I had been granted the ability to control devices powered by electricity. This meant, ATM’s, hand held devices, appliances and Cameras were all under my disposal.

I felt like I had truly stumbled upon a power which meant I could perhaps control the world! Of course I was getting way ahead of myself considering their were Marvels who could catch planes and breathe ice out of their mouths.

Being able to communicate with electronics wasn’t what I would say could help me rival some of the strongest heroes I was aware existed . But nonetheless I was going to use this to make my life so much more interesting.

Unlike the Mimic ability, Human Gizmo lasted for an entire 48 hours with a cool down buff of only 12 hours. It felt way too good to be true but I wasn’t prepared to wait around and figure out the drawbacks. I immediately got to work and planned a visit to a somewhat far away ATM machine.

Of course I was covered in a face mask and a dark hood when I made this trip. And much to my complete delight I withdrew $37000 in cash! I almost laughed like a bloody maniac afterwards. But then realisation swiftly hit me, wondering if

A) this was somehow traceable to myself

and

B) where do I put this amount of money.

Questions for another time as I quickly ran back home and fell asleep almost instantly. A second fault about using these powers was the fatigue it placed on my body and mind. I didn’t notice it as much when using the Mimic ability, but using the Human Gizmo certainly placed a toll on my mind.

The next morning I woke up midday to a string of voices within our apartment.

“Mom? "

She’s usually sleeping until the evening but why can I hear someone else’s voice?”

I rubbed the tiredness away from my eyes before putting on my robe and proceeding out to the front room. No one was here surprisingly, but I was quickly bombarded by loudening chit-chats from the kitchen.

My heart lightly fluttered once I placed a divine face with that familiar voice carrying an South American accent.

Tobias Delusions

Mrs Parker : Jacqueline you need to let it go, this isn’t healthy for you. He’s g-gone…but that doesn’t mean your life has to end. Trust me, I know what its like to feel alone. There are…other ways to get over it.

Mom: b-but why? Why would he just leave when things were going to well waaaa! I miss him so much

Mrs Parker: Dear-dear girl, it’s going to be alright. Things will get better for you, I just know it. Sigh…life is filled with so much unexpected turns, I know how difficult it can be to adjust.”

Mom: sniff-sniff oh my! look at me! Babbling like a child when you’ve got your own heap of problems. H-how is the young Prince? Has he woken up…

Mrs Parker: sigh, not yet…I’ve had the best doctors I know take a look at him, and they cant say when he’ll wake up. But it looks like it’ll be soon. I tried to prevent this from happening b-but I-“

Mom: hey you made this decision based on what you felt was best for him. If…if this is his time to acquire his powers. Theres nothing else you can do but support him Alina... it'll be ok, he wont necessarily turn out like...

Mrs Parker: I know-I know…but hes hard headed, just like his father. And if he was to ever discover what I done…I know he wont ever forgive me.

'So Jason hasn’t woken up? Damn it! what did that bitch Nubia do to us? Shall I pay her a visit. What did she even do with Greggs body.'

I was also concerned with what Mrs Parker meant by what she had done.

Whilst I tried to remain as quiet as I possibly could, my eyes flashed with wide as I noticed two phones placed side by side against the table.

Alarm bells started to ring, Surely my luck couldn’t be this good. I glanced once more towards the direction of the kitchen before I tip toed towards the table. I snatched the phone up and pressed the home button, a picture of both Mrs Parker and Jason was on the front of the lock screen. A deviant smile formed across my face.

‘Lets test out the extent to these powers of mine.’

I closed my eyes and focused, seconds passed on until the screen eventually unlocked upon my mental request, allowing me to roam free around Mrs Parkers phone.

My heart started pounding, I knew this was definitely one of the most devious things I had ever done. But somehow I reasoned that exploring the depths of this skill by far greatly outweighed any kind of moral code.

‘Yeah maybe I can find out what happened to Jason. Hmm lets see now.”

I decided to click on her messages. And a row of names appeared, mostly unopened chat boxes. I didn’t think anything’s of it at first until a familiar name caught my interest.

“Quincy Pollens?”

I knew that name from the numerous fashion shows and galas which were held across the world. He was a famous designer who actually designed a lot of the famous heroes costumes and formal wears.

I clicked on the message, but nothing prepared me for what I was about to read.

After five minutes of reading their back and fourth. I was completely stunned into silence. Firstly, what kind of insanely long cock was that! Th-that has to be some kind of trick, I couldn't imagine how that even fit into anyone. And more concerningly why was Mrs Parker obviously enticed by it

“She’s cheating on…the strongest…hero?”

****The notion was completely absurd, but these messages were proof that her relationship with Quincy was far from simple. I wasn’t sure why but I felt annoyed after reading that. Not only was it quite obvious that scumbag was coercing her and manipulating her to send him all these sexy photos. I had a feeling there was something else at play here.

‘She was so beautiful and strong she could have anyone she wanted? So why the fuck was Quincy the one she spoke to like this?’

Maybe it was jealousy, but I felt it wasn’t right that this was taking place. I clicked out of her messages and swiped the screen a few times.

‘Ah she’s got a Uzone profile?’

Uzone was one of the most popular apps for networking or meeting new people. I tapped on it out of curiosity and for the second time I was completely flabbergasted but what I found there.

Rather than expecting a family friendly hero profile. Mrs Parker was almost certainly using this to find men and her being specific about ‘large dick’ men was enough evidence for me to gather the type of profile this was. I blinked several times wondering if this was the same woman who always fed me well, seemed so sweet and slightly gullible but overall her morals seemed to be on the right spectrum.

I clicked on the tiny message icon, where I discovered a flood of new messages from potential guys trying to meet up with her. Luckily it didn’t look like she had opened any of them.

‘Sheesh, who would’ve thought my best friends Mom is starved of cock.’

I felt a little uneasy about what I had just discovered but my first thought was the situation between her and this Quincy fellow. So I swiftly locked her phone again and searched for this designer’s address.

‘He lives in Metro City, the base of his business is also there.’

I knew I was pushing it so I placed her phone down and tried shuffling back to my room trying to not make a peep. I was halfway along when the unexpected sounds of the doorbell startled me off my soles. My mothers head quickly arrived around the corner of the door.

Mom: “Ah Tobias! Yo-you’re awake? Would you get the door for me please dear.”

I wore a nervy smile, glad I had decided to abandon my covert mission when I had done. I moved towards the front door and opened it.

“We aren’t interested in what you’re selling.” I said out of habit before I even realised who was on the other side.

???:“Ahem! Excuse me but are you Tobias?”

I heard a stiff voice echoing above me. My throat almost fell into my gut as I noticed a set of tall and broad shouldered fellows aligned in front of me. They were dressed in dark tailored suits, beefy chests and chiseled jawlines. T

hey looked like a well paid and fed gang. Which sent alarm bell’s cycling through my mind.

‘Should I deny it? What about if they make a fuss? B-but wait Mrs Parker is here? What could they possibly do to a ranked hero.’

And suddenly I felt confidence like no other birthed within me.

I folded my arms like the lord of a manor and asked them with a stifle tone of my own.

“Yeah! Who’s asking?” I even puffed a few breaths of warm air from my nostrils.

I wasn’t exactly sure what sort of reaction I was expecting but it certainly wasn’t the one I had gotten. The three tall and very toned men looked at one another with searching glances. Before they held a chance to speak I heard a more delicate voice sounding behind the trio.

Delicate would be a stretch, considering I sensed rough undertones which gradually turned more rude.

???: “Oi fatty who do you think you’re fooling.”

A face swiftly appeared out into the open, a short girl with golden pigtails dressed in the same kind of smart tailoring as the trio. Only she wore a short skirt with high knee socks and shiny red shoes.

She looked me once over before tiptoeing around my head, where she bizarrely started to sniff me?

????:“Yeah he’s definitely a Marvel. He reeks of Zyno Genes.”

I heard her say to the men behind her. By this point my palms were covered in sweat and I couldn’t stop blinking. Trying to piece together whether or not these fellows were part of the law, or perhaps some kind of hit squad. The faces of those punks came to mind and my neck instantly started forming beads of sweat against it.

The girl with golden locks placed her narrow gaze upon me again.

???: “Don’t look so petrified gosh why do they all pull the same type of face whenever we arrive like this.”

She twisted her neck around to face the three towering gentlemen.

???: “You guys need to stop looking so scary. It’s bad for business.” The three tall men exchanged pitiful glances whilst remaining silent, I could somehow relate to their plight right now.

This little miss was actually the one making me feel nervous, not those three.

???: “Anyway you better go pack your bags and say your goodbyes. We’ll be waiting for you downstairs.” She announced without even asking me anything elsed

“Wait…why-where are you taking me?” I questioned her slightly dazed by the entire conversation.

???: “Hm? Where else you idiot. Metro City. You’re a Marvel so you’ve been chosen by the Heroes Association to attend the crash course Exam with a bunch of other youths on being a Hero. And if you pass you'll enroll to our academy for 6 months where we'll shape you into a formidable hero. Of course you can refuse, which will mean I...

A) wipe all your memories which poses a 67% chance of leaving you like a vegetable. Or

B) I kill you and well…then you’re dead.”

The word’s metro city resonated throughout my mind like a beating drum. I hadn’t the slightest clue what she was on about. But a feeling of excitement almost instantly bloomed within my gut.

‘M-metro city?’

“Fuck yeah I’m in!”