(Tobias POV) Verse 8 - Day's with Powers Pt 1

[“1/4th of Lucky Simon. Once per day Roll a Dice and harness one of four Simons stolen powers]

[Current Lucky Simon unlocked? ¼ Mimic and Steal...]

• Mimic & Steal- Copy the appearance of anyone you choose by making skin contact for more than 60 seconds. A 25% strength boost is added to mortal users who are copied. If user is a Marvel, Host can steal and harness 30% of user's ability. Mimic and Steal at Level 1 lasts for 48 Hours, after which Host will not be able to copy the same user for more than seven days.
• Mimic and Steal [Reapers Sentence] - If user is killed whilst Mimic and Steal is active host will permanently inherit the ability to change into chosen user. At Level 1 Mimic and Steal [Reapers Sentence] lasts 24hrs with an additional 48hrs Cool down before next use. Host also has three slots. To acquire more previous users must be overwritten.

I stood there breathless almost, waiting until those floating boxes had faded.

I felt my heart pounding within my chest as a stir of excitement conjured a string of different emotions through me. Was I dreaming? I had actually...gained powers.

“heh...h-eh-hahahah...finally...I finally did it!” elation filled my entire body. I couldn’t help but touch this face I was wearing, filling my dark room with my resounding laughter shortly afterwards. Not before long tears even began to well in my gaze before softly trickling down the side of my face. For so long all I ever wanted to do was gain powers. And tonight I had finally achieved that feat. Albeit it came at a price, I glanced over towards the dead body sprawled horribly against the rubble that was once my bed. I swallowed the spit in my mouth harshly before I shook away the fears threatening to invade my thoughts.

“Now then what do I do about this problem.” I said to myself almost hoping I could somehow make his body disappear without a trace. But unfortunately for me, the events which took place today would alter the course of my life forever.

The next day I did enjoy waking up to the warm sun falling against my body. I somehow had one of the best sleeps I had ever had in quite a long time. Other than the circumstances of the previous night, a certain indisposed angry drunk and of course the state my bed, i was still feeling rather drunk on glee in regards to finally getting powers. I managed to clear the broken pieces of wood and light debris to one side of my room before I could even think about resting my eyes in top my punctured mattress.

During the middle of the night, I also managed to relocate my stepfather's body to his...trunk. As morbid as that was, I had no other choice as I was completely in the dark about what to do next. My initial thinking was centred around the idea that perhaps a nice sleep would help stir some sort of creative ideas within me. Of course, that was far from the truth as I woke up pacing up and down with little to no ideas and anxiety growing with every step I took.

I held onto my phone tightly, hoping Jason might’ve replied to me by now. I had bombarded him with at least 5 missed called and a string of cryptic messages but surprisingly, no response yet. That was somewhat odd to me, considering he was a notorious quick reply to text sort of person, I couldn’t help but feel slightly worried. “I hope something didn’t go wrong with the potion he took?’ I said aloud, if his awakening was anything like my own. I dread to think what he's going through.

Whilst Jason’s wellbeing was currently at the forefront of my thoughts, amidst the turmoil in my mind, my ears captured the near distant sounds of a car slowly rolling into garage residing on the ground floor of the apartment complex. Realizing the time of the day, I pieced together that perhaps my mother was just arriving home after working during the long hours of the night.

“Shit-shit what do I do now.”

My mind fell into another frenzy of how to handle this situation, I couldn’t lie about my stepfather not being at home. His SUV was parked in the garage which I'm sure she would notice. Then what do I do? Tell her I have no idea about where he might’ve gone? No that wouldn’t stick, I nervously took another look at the digital numbers showing me the current time against my phone. No new messages had appeared. Fuck! I have no other choice. I quickly calculated some simple mathematics within my thoughts, I spent around 6 hours in total in that previous state. According to the ability description called ‘Lucky Simon.’ I had around 19 or so hours before the cooldown took into affect. I wondered if I could pull this off, but at this point there was no other viable option left.

I bolted out my bedroom door and headed straight for my mother's room. My step father didn’t actually live with us, but he spent a lot of nights here after he finished work on the construction site not too far away from our apartment. I knew he left a trunk filled with clothes here. Much to my delight I quickly found what I was looking for, I undressed my clothes in haste and closed my two eyes firmly.

“Ok...lets do this...” I placed my hands together and focused like never before. I already practiced this for at least an hour last night. This ability responded to my feelings, and I just needed to channel all my energy into angry thoughts, or traumatic memories which still festered deep wounds within me. My go-to was the memory of when my mother believed that asshole stepfather over me when her car was stolen and totalled because of him being so drunk he forgot to take the keys out of the ignition. I never could get over that feeling of loneliness that day. It was exactly the emotion I needed right now.

After a few moments I started to feel a warm formless liquid covering my entire body. As a result, I could feel my body morphing, rapidly changing and in turn growing whilst being filled with a great power which dwarfed my own.

I heard the front door being opened the moment my body had fully changed into that of a middle aged 40-year-old with bulging muscles. I gave my new body a look once over, still disbelieving of what I could do.

“Tobias! Greg! Anyone home?” The slightly deep voice of my mother calls out. Her voice laced with tiredness.

“Shit-shit gotta get dressed” I grabbed hold of a white t shirt and some jeans and gotten changed as quickly as I could. Once the jeans were worn I just remembered I had no underpants underneath. For fucks sake Tobias I admonished myself. But I had run out of time as I looked up to see the bedroom door opening slowly.

My heart ached as my mother strolled into the room soon enough.

She was dressed in skin tight dress with a fur coat wrapped around her slender frame. Her tights were ripped down her thighs, and I noticed she carried her red stiletto heels in her hands. I grimaced noticing the dark circles beneath her eyes. Her usual olive skin looked paler, and her eyes almost looked devoid of life. She must’ve had a hard time at work again. I sighed beneath my breath, reminded about my own short comings in my ability to provide for her. She walked a few paces into the room and stumbled over, my instinct kicked in and I rushed straight towards her without a second thought. I caught her just before she fell. Her flashed wide with noticeable surprise within them.

“O-oh...thank you G-greg" Holding her like this, she felt so frail and cold. Damn it, why does she keep putting herself through this, working so hard for scraps? Is there really nothing I can do. Her eyes lowered as I noticed her gaze still locked onto my hand tenderly holding her arm.

“I’m sorry...am I hurting you?” I asked her unsure if my voice box changed with my transformation, thankfully I sounded just like that sleezeball Greg albeit more cheerful. But again, I noticed her sullen gaze filled with life again, she traced my arm up towards my face and beheld me with questioning eyes.

“G-greg...you seem different. Almost like...you’ve gotten younger.” I feel my entire nerves freeze up the moment those words left her mouth.

I begin stammering inaudible words before scratching the back of my neck. I have no words to say but I cant leave this awkward silence between us.

“Well you see...I. I’ve just been using this new...”

“It’s ok...you don’t have to tell me, so-sorry for prying into things that don’t concern me” Her voices almost trailed into a whisper, and I could see a reserved and somewhat frightened look against her face. My anger boiled to the point by arms were shaking. What the fuck did that asshole do for her to become like this. I couldn’t stand seeing her this way and quickly pulled her closer into a tight hug. I felt her body go rigid upon contact with my chest but I didn’t budge. I placed a hand against the back of her head and lightly pressed her over my shoulder.

“M-...I mean...Dear? I... I’m so sorry for being so weak...From now on, I won't let anything bad h-happen to you...I promise.” my voice choked in my throat, and I needed to do everything within my power to fight the tears back. I could feel her frail body relaxing. Her slender arms slowly moved and eventually wrapped themselves around me.

“Oh Gregg *sobs* I’ve...i’ve missed you so much.”

For the next few minutes both me and Mom simply remained locked in a tight embrace. There was an awkward moment where our gaze met and I felt she was going to kiss me. But I expertly dodged out of the way and kissed her against her forehead instead. She was rather tired so she didn’t look too bothered about that. I helped her over towards her bed and tucked her in securely. Just before I left she asked me about...well me. Where I was this morning, so I lied that my littler body had gone out this morning to meet Jason. She wore a relieved smile before closing her eyes.

Before leaving my apartment, I made sure to acquire my stepfathers car keys on my way out the door. As I made my way out I noticed a small card placed just to the side. I picked it up and read the name against it drawn in slender bold letters.

‘Daisy’s Night Club’

This must be the place my mother works...interesting.

Along the way down I passed by various familiar faces who avoided eye contact with me, and those who were **** to say good morning almost looked as though the words were choked within their throat. I did feel a little happier inside knowing my stepfather was seen as a total asshole to just about anyone who knew him.

By the time I reached my stepfathers car I could smell a fowl odour from the trunk. The stench was so bad I heaved once I pressed my nose closer to it. This was outrageous, did dead bodies decompose to quickly? I couldn’t imagine what would happen once I opened the trunk so I swiftly opened the car door and entered. Inside smelt twice as bad and I needed to wind the windows down before I turned on the engine.

There was another strange instance which I discovered the first time I carried the body into his car during the early hours of the previous night. I suddenly understood how to drive, not only that but I also had a strange understanding of mending things, building and... skiing? My guess was that inheriting his likeness had given me the abilities that he already had. Since he was a mortal I'm guessing I inherited the skills he had learned during his lifetime. Which of course was very handy.

But still, that didn’t mean I understood where I was going. I drove out of the communal garage and wasn’t sure where to go next. What do you do with a dead body I wondered? My mind was blank, and I quite frankly felt terrified to be outside riding around with potential evidence of a ****. Where do I go? Jason’s...no-no I cant get him involved. Plus, his mother is a marvel, she will probably smell this problem from a mile away.

I drove around the familiar neighbourhood, until a sudden idea struck my mental. Nubias!.

I slammed the ignition down and roared towards her familiar store. My parking was awful to say the least but quite frankly that was the least of the worries plagued against my mind right now. I ran straight into her shop, covered in sweat and panting as though I had been running for miles.

Nubia was standing by the front desk, slowly turning the pages of a large book. Her eyes beheld me with a strange look, as though she was looking at a stranger.

Oh right...I almost forgot this body isnt mine...

“Who are you? And what business do you have here?” she demanded. Unlike the first time, her tone this time around was icily direct. I somehow sensed danger as well, which quite frankly made my skin crawl. So I waved my hand in protest but then realised that probably wouldn’t do anything.

“its me...T-tobias”

Her eyes narrowed even more

“N-no I mean...the chub...the fat boy?”

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold and alarm bells starting going off in my head, this was dangerous...very dangerous.

“It’s me...w-wait let me show you” I pleaded, I quickly shut my two eyes and focused again, I also discovered that it was much easier to return to my previous form than to morph. I felt my body losing its magnificent glow. All the power was leaving my bones, it felt unusually similar to having my energy zapped out of my body. In moments I had returned to my short, stocky and flabby self. The oversized clothes practically slid off my body. I climbed out of them and stood there, heaving like a pig.

Nubia’s gaze was a noticeable sight. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing for a few moments.

“I’ve...I’ve done something v-very bad.” I said.

The look of surprise within her gaze swiftly changed into a serious one. She looked a little annoyed but then I noticed a smirk appearing across her face. “So you inherited Simons Yang energy...interesting. But I shouldn’t be surprised looking at the size of that thing between your legs. Fufufu I see he must see himself within you...sigh...”

She walked around the counter and approached me with measured footsteps. I felt me entire nerves standing on the edge. But her next choice of words deeply surprised me. “Who did you kill and where is the body?”