I gulped, I couldn't handle the shame either. "I hope you have a better explanation for creating a false alarm, vandalization of school property, and breaching the school's firewall. I called in your brother as well...you will meet him at the Vice Chancellor's office." I was shaking terribly and Mort shrugged leaning on the wall. "I was just called in to sign up for research. You? What did he say to you?""It's complicated."I made my way to the Vice Chancellor's office and Beck was around. He wore a skull tee shirt and jeans. He fumed at me and I avoided eye contact and stood before the Vice Chancellor Prof. Nova Luther, a robust man with brown hair and grey streaks, he wore a brown suit and his secretary. She pursed her lips holding a tablet."That's him, Mister Luther. That's the rascal who uploaded it during the false alarm.""Might I ask why you were late, Mister Trevor?""I had to go to the doctor. I have fractured ribs, sir.""I have the power to stop you from attending this
"Why were you taking my side?""I'm having mixed reactions about your motives. I want you to be nailed as Kendra puts it but I also want you to save Earth."I was kind of grateful to her for having my back. I suppressed a smile. "Says the girl who blew up government property to put the Klozars to sleep.""Oh please. I couldn't be bothered_""Kids." We hurried to his monitor and I lowered myself to his chair to check on the drones. They were shooting at people and that was enough reason for me to go. "Oogie_I mean Gwen, will you handle them?" "Of course." She grabbed a revolver."I'm right behind you." I said. "No. Stay back." I glared at Gwen who was grinning evilly at me. "That's not fair.""Don't worry Zack, I'll make sure I don't have too much fun." She stayed at the doorframe swinging the heart's key on her finger. I fumed when she left."You have to be where your family is at... right now." He said sternly. I was full of dread. I propped my hand on my chin. He said the best
I dragged myself home after Gwen talked down on me and Dexter read his newspaper. He didn't say a word to me while I entered inside. I had butterflies in my stomach and my chest tensed. I was afraid to call his attention."How was your day?" He said. I edged away and rushed up the stairs locking the door. Like a veteran waiting for a nuclear weapon to explode. The next few days he didn't mention a thing about the incident and neither did Beck. This was the second week of my punishment. I dug weed out of our garden and felt the hit on my neck. "Hey."I squealed falling back on the grass. She crouched laughing. "I thought you were a dude.""I've noticed you've been working really hard lately Zack, I like that." "I've noticed you've been going out lately." "He broke into the school firewall and he's running late all the time."She giggled and I turned to Beck leaning on a window."Missed a spot. Oh and don't forget. He's been suspended.""Ouch." She said. "You got suspended? Is som
They frowned at me. "Zed?" "That was out of line, sorry." I said."You bumbling baboon." "It's buffoon.""I know that." I brushed dust off my hair and they stepped out murmuring while I set Beck's easel down. More points for messing up again. I did a double take on the canvas. He had a painting of my mom, she was in a white toga, her shiny blond hair drifted, with her hand was on her shoulder, her eyes closed with a slightly dreamy, sad expression, the rest of her body was going up in smoke in the wind, her arm were bones. Her body seemed like they would be consumed in the flames like candlelight. I sighed and put it back to the other canvases. The reason I wouldn't run into danger unless I was prepared....Gwen's POV When I was 8, I had a bright childhood, I wanted to enlist in the military. My parents were Mayne and Arwatt Joowke. I know my name sounds ridiculous. They were accountants. I didn't think about my powers or what they would turn out to be. Didn't have many frien
They frowned at me. "Zed?" "That was out of line, sorry." I said."You bumbling baboon." "It's buffoon.""I know that." "oh my god Zack, you're going to blow our cover." Mort said frowning. I brushed dust off my hair and they stepped out murmuring while I set Beck's easel down. More points for messing up again. I did a double take on the canvas. He had a painting of my mom, she was in a white toga, her shiny blond hair drifted, with her hand was on her shoulder, her eyes closed with a slightly dreamy, sad expression, the rest of her body was going up in smoke in the wind, her arm were bones. Her body seemed like they would be consumed in the flames like candlelight. I sighed and put it back to the other canvases. The reason I wouldn't run into danger unless I was prepared....Gwen's POV When I was 8, I had a bright childhood, I wanted to enlist in the military. My parents were Mayne and Arwatt Joowke. I know my name sounds ridiculous. They were accountants. I didn't think about
He was still cleaning up what was supposed to be a depot for his car. I brushed my arm because I was about to execute something I may regret for the rest of my life but it was worth a shot. He stepped outside and I brushed my hair and my face turned red. "Zack, I have something to say to you." His blond hair was filthy from grazing the ceiling too much. I moved closer with a clogged throat. He quirked an eyebrow, he looked like one of those models posing dramatically on cars that Kendra showed me in her magazines. I wondered what those were about but I seemed to looking at one. "Not to sound rude but what are you still doing here?" He said mildly clapping dust off his hands.I brushed my hair. "About last night...I want to say, I'm sorry, I should have been a lot more precise in communicating before I set my staff to detonate." He looked at me as if I had dropped another staff attack. Blood rushed into my ears and he twisted his foot on the floor. I speculated about my comrade and s,
I felt the last of my energy drawn out from me. They were after me now."Oh dear. What are you going to do?" Gwen said to me, I could feel the tremor in my voice. We spoke briefly and I returned home because The police men were heading for my house now. Dad answered them and he brushed his chin stepping out. "Yes, officers, may I help you?" He asked quirking his eyebrow and they spoke briefly trying to step inside. Beck paled and he took Lois away as dad asked him to."We just need to ask your son some questions." He said to him scrawling on a notebook and I lurched in. "About what?""Pertaining to the murder of Petra Jackson." He stated and Dexter gazed upstairs at me. He looked conflicted. I wanted to take up my cloak and disappear. I took shaky steps and I descended the stairs keeping my face straight. Though asking for my alibi was not always the case. I took record of the cop with brown hair and a scar running down his lip. I gulped. I was scared of how much I looked bad on f
I shook my head. "I didn't. I had the right to a lawyer. I went to Frank's place to help him out with some chores and I went to Leviathan the Ride afterwards during the grand opening." "It took you that long?""I called several times, I called Mort and your other friends...Now I remember, Mort said you went to baseball practice that night then you went to a bar??? Your other friends had no idea where you were, how could you?"Because I'd scold you? The hell I will, you're irresponsible, I called you for god knows how long and you weren't picking. Beck risked his life just to look for you and he got hurt. I looked everywhere. Then the news came up after these creatures hurt people. This is exactly why I ask after all of you all the time. How did you get tangled up with Petra? Tell me! How?""I was at the wrong place at the wrong time." I sniffed. That had a double meaning to it. I was afraid that either the Morphians or Klozars would have my hide."I'm not saying that you killed Petra