“The Man” SPECTRAMira stood in front of me, in all her feminine glory. I swallowed and averted my eyes quickly. She must have noticed because she gave a light chuckle and pushed me aside lightly. She reached for the milk jar on top of the fridge, causing her gown to go up, revealing her fresh thighs. She looked back and shook her head. I muttered a quick goodnight and dragged my feet up the stairs. What was that moment? I thought as I opened the door to my room. I looked on the bed and saw the clothes I wore on the night of the murder. Hmm. I closed my eyes quickly, wondering why it was on the bed. I'd washed it clean, but I'd hid it in my drawer. How did it come to be on my bed? I looked back as Mira walked past my door en route to her room. She paused and looked at me first, then at the clothes in my hand. She muttered a hmm and walked on to her room.Could she have seen the clothes that night and pretended not to have seen them? I looked at the pants. There was a small
SPECTRAI groaned as a pang of headache hit me. I burrowed my head into the pillow like it would somehow ease the pain. I rolled on my back and fluttered my eyes open, only to see Mira peering down at me. I sat up immediately wondering what the heck she was doing in my room. She rolled her eyes at me and sat on the chair by my reading desk. “It’s 11 am, dude. What did you do yesterday? Fight a war?” If only you knew how many times I had to fight yesterday, I muttered inwardly. “First off, it's not a school day, which means I could sleep till 5 if I wanted. Secondly, what the hell are you doing in my room?” I turned to the murder clothes. They were folded neatly, just as I'd left them last night. I searched her face for any sign she was about to ask a question. Her face was blank, giving nothing away. “I’m in your room because Mom has tasked us to go grocery shopping,” she said checking herself out in my mirror. “Together?” “Yes, dummy. Together,” I saw her roll her eyes fr
SPECTRA“Hi, Sandra!” Mira waved, in a strong bid to sound cheerful. Still, there was notable tension hanging in the air around us. “Mira,” the girl smiled. She turned to me with a somewhat curious glance. It confused me the more. What was I supposed to say? How was I supposed to react? I wished I could remember what was up with his body's life before I arrived. It would help me so much in navigating this crazy place. I looked away from Sandra—the girl’s gaze in a manner that seemed nonchalant. I fixed my attention on a pair of toys hanging on a rack nearby. Anything else, anywhere else that would help me avoid being caught in the hoop that was cast at me.Mira and Sandra whispered amongst themselves. Due to my super hearing, I could hear what they were saying. “Is he okay?” Sandra asked, her tone split into half-surprise, half-concern. From the corner of my eye, Mira shrugged. “He is, I guess.” She handed the shopping items to Sandra to be checked out. They continued whispering t
SPECTRAThe street bubbled with life as the summer sun continued blazing down. My sweaty shirt hung uncomfortably to my back and I wondered how much of this I was going to endure in a world with four summers. The heat back in my world during the summer was unbearable and this was even worse. I felt my throat parch and wished I could disappear to the house in an instant. I mean, you could do that with my super speed, a voice whispered within me. Not with your half-sister walking with you, dummy, another voice countered. I waved two of them off with a shrug. I looked at Mira, noticing how lost she looked. As we turned the curve onto our street, I saw a figure standing at the spot from last night. It turned out to be just a random person that just happened to stand there. I heaved a sigh of relief. Would this paranoia ever end? I turned my head Mira’s way. She was unusually silent and I wondered what was going on in that beautiful head of hers. Beautiful head huh?I wanted to inquire bu
SPECTRAMira’s lips were in closer proximity to mine than my nose was. Her mouth hung slightly open, probably in an attempt to capture my lower lip, I almost had my hand around her before mom's voice echoed through the hallway.“Spectra?Mira?” We backed up before Mom's frame came into view in front of the doorway, She had both her arms outstretched and leaned into the room. “lunch is ready.”“I'll be on my way,” I replied.Mira said nothing, only stealing a glance at me as she moved towards the door. I watched as both of them left the room and turned toward my desk. I was just about to kiss Mira, what the hell was that about?What was happening? Did Mira and the old Spectra share a secret love bond? Or was Mira jealous of Sandra because the old Spectra loved her? Who exactly was Sandra, even?These questions bothered me all through lunch, so much that I could barely engage in any meaningful conversations, I could only spare a few nods and mutter short answers to any questions I was a
SPECTRAMy heart began beating faster for a split moment, but it calmed down almost immediately. I stared down at Rick who was on the other side of the stands. He wore the Jersey of the opposing team and he was with one of the boys from the other night. Rick stood up and tapped his friend, whispering something I couldn't exactly hear amidst the noise. The friend stood up too. He glanced my way with a stern look, but I didn't mind. If they dared cause a scene in this crowded place, I'd beat them both easily. Besides me, Mira whooped in joy as a guy on Dad's team hit the net with a goal. The crowd was agog and Rick looked away then to the cause of the shouting. “Did you see that??” Ai Fei shouted from her side of the stands, putting her hands around her mouth in a bid to drown the noise out enough for me to hear. I nodded in affirmation, even though I'd not seen the action due to my staredown with Rick. I glanced at the goal playback on the huge screen, and sure, the goal was magnifice
SPECTRA The rest of the evening breezed by. I pored through the pages of the journal, so much that even when Mira came into the room later on to announce dinner, I didn't even look up and I insisted I wasn't hungry. The grandfather clock downstairs ticked Nine pm in its routine loud manner, making me jump. I sighed and stared out the window. The street had morphed from the busy marketplace it seemed like in the morning to something like a track road leading to the cemetery. Insects chirped as the moon shone brightly on that summer night. My stomach growled loudly and at that moment, I wished I'd gone down for dinner when Mom had asked Mira to call me. I stepped out of my room, in nothing but my briefs, down the hallway leading to the stairs.The lights in Mira’s room were on. She's still up. I came down the stairs into the kitchen area, trying to check if I could salvage anything. Mira was seated there, munching on a pizza box. “You’re Awake,” I called out, moving to the refr
SPECTRA Mira surrendered into my embrace as we kissed, roaming and looking at every corner of her mouth. She clung to me in a very fast fashion, wrapping her thigh around my waist. When we finally disengaged, we were both breathing heavily and short of words. Her eyes were still glazed with passion, and her body was awake in response to my touch. We stared at each other, not saying anything and as if a spell was broken, Mira looked at me very sharply. I stared right back at her, too stunned to speak. She blushed and ran out of the room and banged her door closed as she went into hers. I shook my head and smiled, slumping to the beanbag by my bed. I had mixed feelings; guilty pleasure. While she wasn't a child of my dad's or mom's, and technically we were not related in any biological way. Heck, I wasn't even from this dimension anyway. But you are now, a thought came. I sighed. Yeah, her Dad was married to my Mom. So we were siblings, however by way of marriage. Why does it have