Chapter 7

The walk to Sarah's house was short but my mind made it feel like it was forever considering what I had just done. I could see she was in the kitchen talking to her Mother, they were having breakfast.

Approaching the porch, I didn't bother to knock or ring the doorbell, it was ten minutes to eight so she would be out any time to come to my house and get the pot stirring.

I continued to watch them eat and talk and laugh through three walls. My energy was a little weak but x-ray vision didn't require a large amount.

Her Father had already left for work. He was a Shipbuilder and left for work around four in the morning. He seemed like a good Father.

Still watching Sarah she began to look around as if she could sense something. She turned her head so it was facing directly at me.

I was watching her through three walls and she was literally making eye contact with me.

She sprang to her feet, kissed her Mom on the cheek and bounced outside.

Sarah with her bedazzled jeans and curly blonde hair looked at me with concern, "What's wrong Superboy?"

She sat next to me as I held my head up with both hands, as if it were two hundred pounds and needed the extra support, "I just ran away from home. We have a problem."

Sincerely listening and concerned, she placed her hand on my back, "Why? What's going on? Did Old Man Johnson go to your Dad?"

I frowned and began to cry, "Yes, my Dad did something to Mr. Johnson. He took him in the basement and I ran as soon as he was out of sight."

My tears rained down green, the type of green you would see in your front yard, "I've never seen you cry before Ethan. Green, huh?"

Sad or not I couldn't help but chuckle, "I didn't get a choice silly. I got green, you got clear. That's just how it worked out."

My neck began to tighten and my ears perked up exponentially. I could hear a loud noise only getting louder. It was approaching us quickly.

I just could quite place it. What was it?

A plane, a truck, a car! It was a car!

Sarah noticed my attention being grabbed by something, she just had no idea what it was.

Before a normal human could respond a yellow mustang came sliding around the corner. It slid all the way through the grass and directly at Sarah and me.

Sarah released a scream of imminent doom. I on the other hand stepped up, put myself between the car and Sarah and held out my hand, arm fully extended.

The yellow mustang crashed as if it ran directly into a three hundred year old oak tree. The driver wasn't wearing his seatbelt but lucky for him I had two hands.

With my other hand fully extended, I was able to hold him pressed tightly against his seat and prevent a terrible injury to his body.

All the commotion had alerted Sarah's Mom.

She rushed out, snatched Sarah up off the porch and then her jaw dropped as she stared at me and tried to understand what I had done and how I was able to do it.

A conversation would need to be had.

Am I going to have to run away again?

"People fear what they don't understand, help them understand and they will not fear."