This choice: Someone tries to break into his house right there. • Go Back... "Skander, since you need a costume, I'm going to the store to get some Lycra. Need anything?" Mrs. Jones asked.
"I'll call you if I think of anything," Skander started. "Actually, when you're getting the Lycra, could you get red, yellow, black and blue. Those are the colors I want. The blue is for my mask."
"Of course. See you when I get back!" Mrs. Jones yelled as she left. Skander was home alone, so he decided to try to master his powers. He noticed that the more physical powers were much easier to get used to than his more mental ones. Some were even automatic! He first tried to master his telekinesis by making another sandwich using only his mind. Using his mind, Skander took two slices of bread out of the bag and put them in the toaster. After pushing the tab on the toaster down, he levitated the peanut butter out of the cupboard and grabbed a knife. Once the bread popped out, he levitated the bread, used the knife to spread the peanut butter and put the slices together, making a flawless peanut butter sandwich. Right as he grabbed the sandwich, he heard a thump come from the bathroom. He put the sandwich down, and walked to the bathroom. Skander smiled as he realized that his powers finally had a practical use. However, he realized that this guy will know his identity. Skander thought about how to make sure this guy does not notice his powers. He'd just wing it.
As Skander walked towards the bathroom, he used his X-Ray vision to look into the room. He saw a burglar, dressed in all black, getting his bearings. It must have been a hard thump. One minute later, the burglar opened the door to see Skander standing there. "Hello, I see that you broke into my house at noon. That's not smart! People could have seen you!" Skander taunted the burglar.
"I have a gun," the burglar retorted. "Not so smug now! Now get outta the way!" He pointed the gun at Skander.
"That's not a good idea," Skander stated, knowing that the bullets would bounce off him harmlessly. "Instead, I'm just going to take you to the police, and turn you in. Capisce?"
"I don't think so!" The burglar yelled as he shot Skander. Just as the powerful teen predicted, the bullet bounced off his left pec. The burglar's expression became more frightened. "Who are you?"
"I'd rather not say," Skander responded as he punched the burglar, knocking him out cold. "He needs to forget this happened." All of the sudden, an orange beam came out of Skander's eyes, landing on the burglar. Skander had no idea what happened. As he wondered what happened, the burglar woke up.
"Where am I? Who's house is this? Who are you? What am I doing here?" The burglar kept asking questions. He just gave up and left.
"I guess I wiped his memory of today. Interesting..." Skander grinned as he strolled back into the kitchen to eat his sandwich.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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