Secret of the Myst Chapter 5

The Secret of the Myst – Part 5


As Robby materialized next to the worker, he took a deep breath. His gaze fell upon the injured man. His eyes turned from black, to green, to glowing yellow. His whole body was enveloped in a yellowish glow.

Robby reached down and touched the man. He arched his back as he took the fallen victim’s pain into himself. The patient’s wounds began to heal as if by magic. Robby stood up as his eyes shifted from glowing yellow-gold to onyx black. Moments later, he vanished in a cloudy mist.

He reappeared in the boy’s restroom where he received the shock of his life. But he wasn’t the only one to be shocked to the core of his soul. As he materialized though the mist, he came upon Jamie and Wes, in mid change from their street clothes into their super hero personae.

All three boys, Jamie, Wes and Rob yelped in alarm. And then, notwithstanding the emergency Wes and Jamie remained frozen where they stood. For a full minute, nobody said anything. Finally, Robby found his voice.

“You! You two are those two super alien kids! So this is where you hide out between your public appearances. You’re hiding out right under our noses!”

Jamie brushed Robby’s exclamation and his amazement aside. He was too wrapped up in his own!

“Robby! You vanished from this bathroom, materialized over there at the factory, healed that poor wounded man and then disappeared from over there and materialized back over here. How???”

Robby leveled his gaze at Jamie and answered bitterly.

“How? What do you need me to do, draw you a picture? I’m a mutant FREAK that’s how. And you’re an alien spy, you and Wesley both. And Maddie too, I’ll bet. Some friends you turned out to be. My dad was right all along. You’re nothing but an advanced spying party. You’re collecting intelligence for the invaders!”

Wesley gasped. “Spies! Robby, how on EARTH did you get that crazy idea? We’re not spies!”

“Then why do you skulk around among us like spies? You look like spies to me,” Robby spat back.

Wes was desperate to defuse the tension. “Robby, we’re not spies. But we couldn’t very well have much of a life if we went everywhere dressed in tights. And I seemed to notice you didn’t exactly make a public show of that teleportation stunt you pulled to jump over to the plant to heal that injured worker. A pretty smart move if you ask me. Pretty much like how Jamie and I have to live if we’re gonna have any kind of a normal life.”

“No!” Robby insisted. “You’re spies and I’m not gonna lie. If I get outta here in one piece, I’m gonna tell my dad. He’ll know what to do with aliens like you. The only way you’re gonna shut me up is if you kill me.”

“Please!” Jamie pleaded, “Robby, we gotta go! Those guys over there in the plant need our help. All I can say is that we’re not spies. We’re just here to help. And that’s what we gotta do, right now. If yah gotta tell on us, well, yah gotta tell. We won’t do anything to stop you and we can’t hang around here to talk you out of it. We gotta move. C’mon Wes, let’s hit it.”

At super speed, the two super boys vanished.

Robby found himself alone in the boys’ restroom. He easily followed the super boys to their destination, teleporting himself to a good vantage point, a safe distance from the raging inferno, from where he could observe Jamie and Wes as they fought the flames with their super breath. A third young super boy appeared, as if out of nowhere. And then, a dark gray black thunderhead suddenly roiled overhead! It had been a perfectly clear day without any clouds in the sky, but that quickly changed into darkness, cloudiness, followed by a torrential downpour.

Within moments the fire was under control and within a few minutes more, it had been completely quenched. Jamie, Wes and Greg, as Superboy, Speed Demon and Stormboy, clawed desperately through the rubble, pulling out first the injured and then the dead.

Momentarily, Robby approached and knelt beside one of the badly injured. His eyes turned onyx black, then green, then yellow gold. His aura blazed a fiery gold as he drew the pain and hurt from his patient’s body into his own. All the pain and anguish was his. He felt it deep down in the core of his soul. And then, within his soul, he rose as a mighty warrior crushing the pain within him, restoring his own body to wholeness and health. For his patient, it was as though he had never been injured. Without being asked, Jamie and Wes ran interference for Robby, organizing the field physicians and EMTs to bring their worst cases to Robby who moved among the wounded, brought before him, healing them and making them whole again. Sadly, he regarded those beyond his help.

“Their poor dear families…” he murmured softly.

Jamie laid his palm on Robby’s shoulder.

“C’mon, bro. We’ve done all we could. We’d better go.”

Robby nodded, resting his right arm over Jamie’s back while reaching across to Wes' shoulder with his palm. With is left hand, he grasped Greggy’s arm. Presently, the three boys vanished in a cloudy mist, reappearing in the boy’s restroom at school.

Greg, who had not seen Robby’s earlier teleportation sputtered, “What’th???”

Wearily and with a sigh, Jamie stated the obvious. “We saw him do this earlier. But, Robby, you can teleport US with you!’

“Yeah,” I’m not just a freak. I am a TOTAL freak. And yer aliens. All of you.”

Wes interjected. “No I’m not.”

Greg added. “Me neither.”

With another sigh, Jamie owned up as he rolled his eyes.

“Guilty as charged. I’m Zyrtonian.”

But he hurried to add, “But I’m NOT a spy and I’ve never hurt anybody in my life.”

Wes corroborated. “It’s true! Jamie wouldn’t even hurt a fly! At home, he cups his hands and catches them, takes them outside and lets them go. Me, I wouldn’t hurt a person but I’m death on flies. I zap `em with my heat vision,” he grinned wickedly as Jamie scowled.

“See what I mean?” Wes laughed.

Robby was in a quandary. All his life his dad had taught him to hate and fear aliens and mutants. They were all spies and criminals… dangerous… and, out to slaughter the weak and enslave the rest of mankind and rape our planet. But Robby was a mutant. His power had begun to manifest when he was about 6 ½. He had not dared tell his parents. But he could not avert his eyes and pretend there was nothing he could do to help people who needed his healing touch.

So, he fought down his fear of his secret being exposed and skulked to and from his rescues, living every day in terror that this would be the day he would be discovered. And now the terrible day was upon him, more terrible even than his worst fears; discovered by “enemy aliens.” Only they WEREN’T. Or, at least they didn’t SEEM to be. All they had wanted to do was to help.

And even when he had threatened to expose their secret, they’d not lifted a finger to harm him. Nor had they done anything to stop him. Their only thought was to hurry to the rescue of helpless factory workers at the plant next to their school. And when Robby had arrived with his healing touch, they had taken the initiative to coordinate a triage in cooperation with the on scene emergency physicians and EMT’s. He had been especially grateful for that. He’d never had a rescue go so smoothly. But now he was completely drained. He fainted dead away.