This choice: You reach Jackson's place and see if you can wake him. • Go Back...Chapter #4At Jackson's house. by: Gimlet   It's an uneventful trip, though dark with a virtually moonless night, and you reach Jackson's house. The lights on indicate his Mom is up late again. She's a tax consultant and has some odd hours lately. Jackson isn't quite sure why. She never did until earlier this year. Still, it's in her room on the opposite side from Jackson's bedroom. Shouldn't affect you.
You think about just throwing pebbles at his window to get his attention, then smile. Oh no. You can do way better than that now! Walking up to the side of the building you first try to grab the gabs in between bricks and climb up, but it doesn't work. So you slime your hands and sort of press the slime into every divot in those cracks, pressing outwards. That works. You stickily slime your way up the wall, reaching up to his bedroom. Stuck to the wall by a hand and both feet you reshape the other back into a normal looking hand and tap lightly on the window.
It takes about five goes before you see a shape slowly stir in there, his bed covers thrown off and he blearily gets out of bed and comes over to the window. He's half asleep and opens the window with a tired face, glaring at you.
"What do you want John? It's too early to...." He freezes, then his eyes stray down, looking at the ground far below and then where your feet and one hand turn to red jelly adhering to the wall. "Uh... This is a dream, right?"
"Nope. You are talking to the new Super John!... tm." And you bounce past him to land in his room. He's just wearing boring striped white and blue pajamas right now... and a very shocked expression. "Heh, like it?" You say, and your clothes shift from the 'black burglar' look a like to T-shirt and jeans in a moment, the cap melting into your head.
He blinks, rubs his eyes, then stares again.
"Did you sneak some LSD into my dinner last night or something?" He says, still not believing what he's seeing.
"Nope. But trust me, I was as surprised as you are. I think someone just did some kind of experiment on me or something. I vaguely recall someone knocking me out, then flashes of needles, a chair with bindings, some lab instruments. Then I woke in an alley, the sounds of a car driving off. This morning... well, I can do this."
Abruptly your whole body turns to a red, transparent version of yourself, clothes and all, just pulsating and gurgling before him.
"Shit." He says, and staggers to a chair. "You got X-filed?"
You frown.
"Uh, is that an 80's thing?" You say. Jackson had got in a binge of watching old TV lately, something to do with his Dad who he hadn't seen in like five years. Just this last couple of weeks he was watching old 80's TV. You didn't see the appeal frankly.
"90's..." he said blankly, staring at your slightly wobbling red form. "You can change clothes like that?"
"Change anything. I'm not limited any more." You say, waggling your red eyebrows. Er, is that very visible? Hmm... maybe you'd better show off? Er, test. Yeah, you meant test.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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