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Chapter 6 Lessons and Large Breakfasts
Justin hung up the phone, and I looked at him.
"The limo will be here soon," he said. I looked at Joey, his arm bandaged well by the nurse. The doctor had given him strict orders not to use his arm too much.
"How will we practice for the concert?" Chris asked, looking concerned.
"Get the limo to bring him to our house," I said. The three Nsync guys looked at me.
"What?" I said. "Joy can patch him up better than any doctor can."
"Yeah," Melvin said. "One of her powers is healing. And if that doesn't work, Dylan and I have other tricks up our sleeves."
"Oh," Justin nodded. "The book."
Melvin glanced at me. "You showed him the book?"
"He discovered it himself," I said. "We should go meet the limo."
Chris helped Joey to elevator and we went down to the entrance of the hospital to meet the limo. It was there when we arrived, long and black. A few feet behind it was a plain white van with a large muscled man standing near it.
"They brought security too," Justin groaned. He walked over to the guard. "We have a slight change in plans, you don't need to follow us. We're safe."
"But I have orders from management," the guard said. Justin shook his head. "Our plans are different from theirs, we're safe where we're going."
The guard crossed his arms. "I can't allow that, Mr Timberlake."
A faint blue glow appeared over his body. I looked at Melvin and he gave me a bored look. I laughed.
"Let's go, then," I said, opening the door of the limo for Joey.
I reached into my pockets for my keys and quietly put them into the lock and turned it. It made a loud click as it opened.
"Why didn't you just walk through the door and open it from inside?" Justin asked. I glanced behind and pointed to the limo. Justin nodded. "Oh."
I opened the door and switched the lights on. Joey walked in holding his arm. It must have still hurt, but not as much since he did not wince. Chris nodded at the limo driver, and the limo drove off. Justin, Chris and Melvin came inside and the five of us made our way upstairs.
"What about the light?" Justin asked. I smiled and flipped a switch at the top of the stairs. The lights in the living room went of immediately.
"Two-way switch," I said. We entered the lounge and I motioned to the cushions and beanbags. "Wait here, I'll get Joy."
I walked to Joy's room and knocked lightly on her door before walking through. Her room was very nice and neat, with plenty of pinks and whites. She was lying on her side on the bed, sleeping soundly. I felt bad about waking her up, so I left the room.
"Maybe we should get some sleep first," I suggested. "Give us and them a chance to rest."
"Just as long as Diane, Brian, Edwin or Leon don't see Joey's wound," Melvin said. "Or they'll suspect something when it disappears."
"I don't think we have to worry too much," I said. "Reuben and Joy are always the first to be awake."
"So where do we sleep?" Chris asked.
"There's a guestroom downstairs that someone can take," I said. Melvin nodded.
"I'll take it, then Joey and Chris can take my room," he offered.
"But that's not very fair," Joey said, shaking his head.
"I'll be fine," Melvin said, smiling. "My bed's a double so you can share, and it saves you walking around downstairs to look for it."
"Thanks," Chris said, shaking Melvin's hand. Then he looked at Justin. "How about you?"
"Oh, I'll just have to sleep with Dylan again," Justin grinned. "This will be my third night here, huh? My mom might start getting worried or something."
"Well, as long as you two actually get some sleep," Chris laughed softly.
"We haven't done anything else yet except sleep," I said truthfully. Chris smiled. "Good to see that Justin's actually taking something slow this time round."
"Hey, I was under a spell the last time," Justin defended.
"Okay, okay," Chris said. "Which is Melvin's room?"
"Left of the bathroom on our left," I said, pointing to Melvin's door. Chris nodded and he and Joey made their way to Melvin's room while Melvin walked downstairs quietly. I smiled at Justin and motioned in my room's direction. He grinned and began walking there on his own, with me following close behind. We lay on my bed and cuddled, falling asleep almost immediately, the events of the night wearing us out. A familiar ringing woke me up and I sighed. I got up from the bed and walked over to Justin's side and picked his pants from the floor. I dug though his pockets and took out his cell phone.
"Hello?" I croaked, still not quite awake.
"Oh my God, Justin, are you alright?" a woman's voie shouted. "Where are you?"
"Erm, Justin's sleeping, may I know who's that speaking?" I asked. There was a moment of silence on the other side.
"This is Lynn, Justin's mom," she said. "Who is this?"
"I'm Dylan," I said. "Justin's friend."
"Dylan," she said, and I figured she was not talking to me. Then a more familiar voice spoke.
"Hey Dylan, it's JC."
"Hey man," I said, relieved that someone who knew me was on the line.
"What happened? When we got up this morning, Lynn and I realised that Justin hadn't come home from the club," JC said, concern in his voice.
"Oh," I said. "Tell Lynn that some guys started shooting for no reason, and Joey got shot in the arm."
"Is he alright?" JC asked.
"Yeah, we brought him here so Joy could heal him," I said. "Tell Lynn it was just a graze and that we came back to put some first aid."
"Okay," JC said, sounding relieved. "So everyone's alright?"
"Yeah, we were all sleeping," I said.
"Okay, I'll let you go back to your rest," JC laughed over the phone. "See you at rehearsals."
"What rehearsals?" I asked.
"We have rehearsals later this afternoon," JC said. "One of you guys should have the schedule."
"That would be Reuben," I said. "He'll tell us later, I suppose."
"Okay," JC said. "See you then."
"Yup," I said, hanging up. I put the phone back into Justin's pocket and glanced at the time. It was seven in the morning, and I had only gotten about four hours of sleep.
Oh well, I thought to myself, I usually only got four hours of sleep every night anyway. I yawned and decided to go shower, followed by some breakfast. Maybe Reuben would be awake too. I walked out of my room the same time Joy got out of hers. She smiled at me from across the room.
"You're usually not awake at this time," she said.
"I know, Justin's phone woke me up," I said.
"He's here again?" she grinned.
"Yeah," I said. "Again. Something happened last night, and we came back here."
"What happened?" Joy asked.
"Joey got shot," I said. "He's in Melvin's room."
The two of us walked to Melvin's room and I knocked on the door. There was faint movement, then a sleepy Chris opened the door.
"Where's the patient?" Joy asked, smiling. Chris pointed his thumb behind him and yawned, opening the door wider for us to enter. Joy made her way to Joey, who was awake on Melvin's bed. She kneeled beside him and slowly removed his bandages.
"Don't heal him completely," I said. "Make it look like a slight scratch so we have an alibi for Justin's mom."
"Okay," Joy said. She placed her palms two inches above his wounds and close her eyes. Green light streamed from her palms onto Joey's wound, and it began to close up. Joy's eyes tightened in concentration as she did her best to make the injury look like a slight graze. The light faded slow, and Joy opened her eyes. She placed the part of the bandage with blood on it over the remaining scratch and wrapped it up again, re-using the tape to hold it together.
"It should heal completely in a day or two," she said. Joey smiled at her.
"Thanks," he said. "It doesn't even hurt anymore."
"No problem," Joy smiled as she stood. "Try not to get it wet, though, or it'll sting."
"Yes ma'am," Joey grinned, saluting her. Joy smiled and walked out of the room.
"Justin's mom called," I said. Chris looked at me. "What did you tell her?"
"Nothing much," I said. "She handed the phone to JC after that, and I told him what happened and told him to tell her that Joey got grazed by a bullet, so we brought him here for first aid. JC reminded us that we have rehearsals in the afternoon."
Chris groaned. "That sucks."
Due to a lack of formal choreography, we didn't have much to practice, just basically testing the sound and giving a rough idea of what lighting we liked. We played a few songs for the sound check, a mixture of both our upbeat songs as well as our ballads and new age style music. After we were done, Nsync had control of the stage and went through their rehearsals. They sang a lot of their songs from the two released albums as well as their new album which was due out soon. So far I loved the songs, and I enjoyed myself throughout the rehearsals. It was night by the time rehearsals were over, and we were all tired and ready to go home. I was feeling hungry since we left before lunch and hadn't eaten a meal since. I heard my stomach growl and I looked up at Melvin.
"Hey, how about we grab a bite to eat?" Melvin asked for me. I smiled my thanks.
"Yeah, I'm pretty hungry," Joey said, rubbing his stomach.
"Oh no," Chris groaned. "That means buffet time. Joey eats a lot."
"You haven't seen a lot until you've seen Dylan eat," Justin laughed. "So a buffet dinner it is."
"I'm too tired," Brian said, yawning suddenly. Edwin and Diane had the same exhausted looks on their faces. I noticed a barely perceptible blue tinge surrounding them.
"Maybe you should go home and sleep first," Melvin said. "You're not used to this yet."
"Good idea," Edwin said, stretching. "We'll take a cab back and see you when you get home."
"Okay, see you later," I said, understanding Melvin's intention. The three of them flagged a cab down and left. The rest of us piled into the really large limo and asked the driver to take us to any place that served a buffet dinner at a reasonable price.
The waitress behind the counter recognised Nsync right away, but wisely kept her mouth shut. She showed us to a table in a corner in exchange for the guys' autographs. We helped ourselves to the salad bar and started to eat.
"What happened last night?" JC asked suddenly in the middle of dinner.
"We got attacked," I said. "They pulled guns on us."
"What type?" JC asked. "And why?"
"I don't know," I shrugged. "I don't know much about guns. And I'm still not sure why they pulled the guns on us. All I know is that they were after this kid, but we got drawn into it."
"The kid said they were called the Friends of Humanity or something of that sort," Justin added. "Some friends."
"Friends of Humanity?" Lance asked, choking on his food. I looked at him suspiciously.
"What do you know of them?" Melvin asked cautiously, obviously suspecting the same things as me.
"Not much except that they're dangerous people," Lance said, his eyes widening. "They kill anyone they suspect to be mutants. That would include you too, since you have powers. In fact, they'll kill anyone who they suspect is in league with a mutant."
"How do you know this?" I asked, narrowing my gaze on him.
"The X-Men came to visit me," he said. "They wanted to set up some equipment to mask Eric's powers."
"Who's Eric?" I asked.
"My boyfriend," Lance replied. "He's a mutant."
I relaxed my suspicion and noticed my friends doing the same. I smiled at Lance. "Sorry about that, Lance. I jumped to a conclusion that you were one of them."
"It's okay," he said. "I would've too if I were in your shoes. No offense taken."
"Thanks," I said getting out of my chair.
"Where are you going?" Joey asked.
"For another round," I replied. Joey glanced at the stack of dishes in front of me, then back at me.
"Isn't this like your eighth round or something?" JC asked a little worriedly. I blushed and quickly made my way to the salad bar.
"Wait for me," Joey said, coming up behind me. He joined me at the salad bar taking almost everything.
"And how many rounds have you gone?" I asked him. He grinned at me. "Who's counting?"
I laughed at his silly grin. "At last, a fellow food fan."
Joey looked at me, his face turning serious. He directed his gaze behind me. I turned slowly to look who was there.
"Shit," I said. The man looked at me and recognised Joey and I instantly. He began to walk towards us slowly. Joey and I stood our ground, glaring at him fiercely.
"Well, isn't it just my luck," the man spat. "Didn't I see you two just yesterday?"
Joey and I continued to glare at him without answering. He suddenly grabbed Joey's arm and pulled the bandage off, gazing at Joey's wound, which was now barely more than a scrape.
"You heal pretty fast for someone who got shot in the arm," he said, his face twisting into a sneer. "No matter, you'll soon have too many wounds to heal."
He turned away from us and walked out the restaurant, withdrawing a mobile phone from his pocket. Joey and I looked at each other, then rushed back to our table, our appetites lost.
"Guys, I think we should leave now," Joey said as he reached back to the table.
"When he says now, he means like now," I said urgently.
"What's wrong?" Reuben asked. I shook my head. "No time, we need to leave now!"
Joey and I left our food on the table untouched as we urged the others on. We left a bunch of bills on the table, not knowing exactly how much we left, but certain that whoever cleared the table would find an extremely huge tip. We left in a rush, leaving behind a very bewildered waitress. We got out the door, but it was too late. We found ourselves surrounded by a large group of people, all wearing army outfits and holding large guns aimed at us.
"Three targets identified as mutants," a woman was shouting. "Red head heals fast, wavy hair phase shifts, and poster boy there is a psychic. Apply the usual treatment."
"Wait, stop," Lance shouted at her. "We're not mutants."
"But you associate with them," the woman snarled, narrowing her eyes at Lance. "Associating with them is just as bad as being one of them. 'For the wages of sin is death.'"
"Hey now, don't you go misquoting Bible verses," Lance said, irritated. "Don't forget the one that says 'If any of you is without sin, let him cast the first stone.' Think about that one."
"Shut your mouth boy," the woman said. "You're twisting things around to mean what you want them to."
I interrupted Lance before he could reply. "Ignore them Lance, they can't hurt us."
I smirked, knowing what sort of reaction I would get.
"Oh no?" the man we met yesterday said.
"We have equipment around us that supresses mutant powers," the woman said. "We came prepared. You won't get away easy."
The Friends of Humanity jumped into action. We were taken by surprise, and a group of men pinned me down and placed a collar around my neck. The collar flashed once. I saw another group doing the same to Melvin and Joey.
"Oh, do you really think electronic collars can stop me?" I snarled.
"Shut up mutant," one of the men said. "These collars prevent your mutant powers from working."
I concentrated on my palm, focusing my energy on fire. I saw the tell-tale flash of a red triangle appear on my palm, the a ball of flame appeared over my opened hand.
"Suppress this," I said, throwing the ball of flame into the midst of the Friends of Humanity. I caught them by surprise, but they were well trained and easily jumped out of the way.
"Fire at will," one of them shouted, then opened fire on us. Lasers and bullets suddenly streaked towards us. People around us began screaming and running away. Joy stretched out her hand, a fierce look in her eyes. All the lasers faded away and all the bullets stopped in mid-air as they hit an invisible shield.
"My power developed at the right time," she said calmly.
"Cool," I said, becoming intangible, the useless collar dropping to the ground. Reuben snapped Joey's collar easily, then proceeded to do the same for Melvin. I flash of yellow to my right caught my attention. A lean and tall man stood there, glaring at the group fiercely.
"My name is Randy. Are these people bothering you?" he asked, looking straight at me. Suddenly, something inside me started screaming, as though I knew him. The inner voice was screaming "he's a friend, he's one of you!", and it shocked me.
"Yes they are," I said, finally, surprising everyone. Randy smiled at me, his green eyes twinkling. He turned to the Friends of Humanity.
"Leave them alone," he said in a taunting voice, purposely meant to provoke them.
"Or you'll do what?" the woman in charge snarled. Randy just gave a smile and closed his eyes. I caught a slight yellow aura around him for a moment, and I recognised it as the same type of light I saw everytime I used my own powers. Randy's body went limp.
"He fainted," one of the Friends said. Then his eyes widened. He doubled over, screaming a blood-curdling shriek of intense pain. I caught a glimpse of a slight flash of soft yellow light, barely noticeable, and the man fell over. One of his companions rushed towards him and checked his pulse.
"He's dead," he declared, amazed and angry. Randy shifted a little, and opened his eyes again. He had a sneering look on his face.
"Anyone else?" he asked.
"What did you do?" the woman shouted. Randy smirked. "Well, dearest, I'd have thought that was obvious."
The woman glared at him. "Bastard."
Randy yawned and pretended to be checking out his nails, aggravating the Friends even more. One of the armed men began shooting at Randy with his laser gun. The lasers just went right through the blonde, who stood there, a slight look of boredom on his face.
"Die, you mutant freak!" the man shouted.
"I'm not a mutant," Randy said calmly. "Just like those teens over there aren't mutants. We're kindred, and are powers work differently from mutant powers."
Kindred, I thought. At last we have a name to call ourselves. I looked over at Melvin and smiled. He looked like he had been searching for a word and someone just told him what it was. Reuben and Joy had the same looks on their faces, and Reuben was nodding, as though agreeing to the name.
"I'm tired of this," Randy said suddenly. He raised his hands, and a blinding flash of yellow light filled my vision. When my eyes adjusted, I realised that we were in some sort of house. I glanced around to get a headcount, and was relieved that everyone was here too.
"What just happened?" Chris asked, rubbing his eyes. "What happened to those gun-wielding idiots?"
"I teleported you away," Randy said. "I'm not able to take them all on. Besides, I don't like killing that much either."
"Where is this place?" I asked, looking around. We were in some living room, with a large couch, cushioned armchairs, a fireplace and a bookshelf. The whole setting was very luxurious, and looked expensive.
"This is my home," he said with a flourish and a bow.
"Why'd you bring us here?" Melvin asked.
"Because I saw you needed help," Randy said simply. "I heard the commotion and gunshots, and decided to check it out and see if I could help in any way. Then when I saw that four of you are fellow kindred, I had to do something."
I smiled happily. "Could you teach us about our powers, then?"
Randy looked shocked for a moment. "Didn't your parents teach you how to use your powers?"
The four of us shook our heads. Randy frowned and looked at Joy. "Your mother died?"
Joy nodded. He looked at Reuben, then Melvin, then me. "And the three of you, your fathers are dead."
"How did you know?" I asked.
"Guys inherit their powers from their fathers, girls from their mothers," Randy said. He shook his head. "I can't really teach you much about your powers."
"Why not?" Reuben asked.
"Because my powers aren't the same as yours," Randy replied. He turned to me. "You, on the other hand, are the same sort of power as me. You're an air type."
"Huh?" I asked.
"Earth type is a solid force,
Air type is untouched, unseen,
Fire type is physical strength,
Water type is the mystic dream," Randy recited. "That describes the different powers in basic form. The basic form only defines your power when it starts off, but the rest develop according to what you want."
"You mean we get to choose our powers?" Melvin said excitedly.
"Not yet, not until you're older," Randy laughed. "That's what makes us different from mutants or even the witches. Mutant powers have to be controlled with experience, witch powers grow with usage, but the powers of the kindred grow to suit each individual with age."
"That means no two are ever alike?" Reuben said, catching on. Randy nodded. "Except for the basic powers, of course."
I wondered for a moment why the guys of Nsync were so quiet throughout everything, and I turned around to look. I saw all of them sleeping in a standing position.
Randy followed my gaze. "Don't worry, I'll wake them when we're done."
I smiled with relief. "So how did you know we were kindred?"
"You can see it, right?" Randy smiled. "You see the blue glow everytime your friend" -he pointed at Melvin- "uses his powers. The red glow when your tall friend activates his power. The green glow that appears whenever the girl uses her powers."
"Yeah," I said. Randy nodded. "That's how I knew. I see those glows around all of you, even when you're not using your powers. That's a power you will develop."
"What about us?" Melvin asked. "What powers will we get?"
"I don't know," Randy replied, shaking his head. "Though I can confirm that you will get the power sight that your friend has, it's one of the basics of the water type powers."
"How will we be able to tell other powers from those of the kindred?" I asked.
"Kindred powers glow the colour of their type," Randy said. "Mutant powers look similar to a ring a fire around where their power is channeled through."
"How about witches?" I asked.
"You can't tell a witch from a human unless they use their powers," Randy replied. "Their powers aren't internal, they draw them from outside sources. The source varies from witch to witch, but most often, their powers are drawn from their ancestors or from their deity or other higher power. But their power always leaves a residue which looks like a floating mass of transparent jello. If you walk through or put your hand in, you can tell what sort of spell or power was used, if you have a knowledge in magic."
"Ahh, okay," I replied. "Shouldn't be a problem."
"Are you sure you can't teach us anything?" Reuben asked. Melvin, Joy and I rolled our eyes at each other.
"What, you mean you didn't learn anything from that lesson?" I said.
"I mean something useful," Reuben said.
"That wasn't useful?" Joy asked, her eyebrow raised.
Reuben groaned. "You know what I mean."
"He wants to learn a skill," Melvin said to Randy. The older man just grinned.
"Sorry, you're not my type."
Melvin furrowed his brow. "Okay, that just sounded really weird."
All of us burst out laughing, much to Reuben's irritation. He made a fake angry face, then burst out laughing too. Randy patted Reuben's shoulder. "Don't worry, your powers will develop when you need them to."
"Thanks," Reuben said, "for your help."
"No problem," Randy nodded. "I'll bring you back, is there any address I can send you to?"
"So we were asleep the whole time?" Justin asked. I nodded. "We had to drag the bunch of you through the house, but it wasn't too much of a problem since Reuben is super strong anyway."
Justin grinned. "So this is what, the fourth or fifth night in a row that I've slept in your bed?"
I nodded. "Just about there. At least you had time to change, otherwise you'd be sleeping in the garden. I don't think I could live with the smell."
"Hey, I thought you liked the way I smelled," Justin teased. I rolled my eyes at him.
"I like the way you smell after a shower," I said. "Mostly because of the soap."
Justin pouted, then pecked my cheek. I heard my room door opening.
"Morning guys," Joey said. "Anyone want some breakfast?"
"The magic words," I laughed, jumping off the bed. "Are the others awake yet?"
"Nope," Joey said. "I was thinking of buying something back before they wake up. It's still pretty early. I heard you guys talking, so I decided I would ask."
"Sure, I'd like breakfast," Justin said. "Probably some bread or cereal or something."
Joey's eyes opened in surprise. "Is Justin actually saying whole sentences before his morning cereal?"
"I'm a better substitute to cereal," I laughed. "Don't act shocked, you already said you heard us talking."
"Busted," Joey laughed, raising his hands.
"I'll go with you and get some stuff," I said. "Justin can tell whoever wakes up that we're on the way with breakfast."
"Okay, so do we need a cab?" Joey asked. I shook my head. "My car keys are on my keyboard, so that means my sister finally returned my car."
"You have a car?" Justin asked. I nodded. "Yeah, my sister borrowed it for a week. It's the only car model I can recognise because I'm not into cars."
"Cool, what kind of car is it?" Joey asked.
"It's a Peugeot 206cc," I said, smiling.
"Is that the sports car with the retractable roof?" Justin asked.
"Yup," I grinned. "One button, and the machinery works on its own. I loved that car when I first saw it even before I realised the top could disappear into the back."
"Dang, now I wish I was riding with you to breakfast," Justin pouted. I laughed and grabbed a change of clothes and a towel for a quick shower. Joey and I talked quite a lot in the car on the way to breakfast, and I found that I had quite a bit in common with him in terms of personality. He was fun to be around, and could act really crazy, and yet when he was silent, it wasn't uncomfortable at all. He was like a mixture between Justin and Melvin, and yet totally different from them both. We enjoyed arguing with each other over whether Superman was real, especially since Batman and the X-Men were real. He laughed when I said I could kick Superman's butt anytime.
"He's superfast, super strong, and well, super," was Joey's reply to my remark.
I winked at him. "Well, what's the use of all that if he can't even hit me? And to hit me, first he'd have to find me."
"Well, I'm sure that he can see invisible things," Joey argued. I laughed and shook my head.
"I doubt that. If he has x-ray vision, he'd just see right through me even if I'm not invisible."
"You're right," Joey said. "He would never notice you even if you were visible."
"That's a really lame insult," I said. "Barely stung at all."
"You think you can do better?" Joey sneered playfully.
"Oh please," I grinned. "Against you, I don't even have to try!"
"Okay, ow," Joey laughed, grabbing his chest over his heart, convulsing as though he was in pain. I rolled my eyes and pulled up at the McDonalds driveway window and stopped the car.
"McDonalds, good morning, may I take your orders?" the woman's voice said over the intercom.
"Yeah, could we have twelve big breakfast meals?" Joey asked.
"Err, twelve?" I said, glancing over at him.
"Yeah," he nodded, counting people off his fingers. "Two of us, my four friends, your three friends. And Di, Bri and Ed. That makes twelve."
"Make that that twenty orders of big breakfast meals," I shouted to the intercom. I turned to Joey. "I don't know about you, but I eat at least four of those for a meal."
"Same here," Joey said. "I didn't think of that."
"Okay, so that will be twenty orders of big breakfast meals," the intercom girl said. "Please collect your order from the next counter."
Joey and I waited for about fifteen minutes before the food was done. Considering the large amount we ordered, I was surprised that it was done so quickly. We headed back to the house and brought the food upstairs to the lounge to eat. Everyone was and waiting for us, and they attacked the food the moment Joey and I set the bags down on the floor. We ate and made small talk until it was time to go back for rehearsals.
To be continued... comments, questions? Email dylan@celticwarrior.com