"Something did happen to me today.Think I can run very quickly. How about you? Anything weird happened to you today?" Plus, we need to figure out what the hell is going on right now." Caleb stopped before continuing, "I can shoot electricity from my fingers, Charlie can teleport us back here. I just didn't want that to happen." Charlie was trying to act indifferently. You could've gotten killed." said Charlie. After Caleb had done telling Connor what happened to him in the hospital, Charlie later told Connor how a weird looking bearded guy who wore all-black outfit shot a fireball at Caleb. He also told that he could shoot red electrical discharge from his fingers. Vasquez, a dying patient, by only using his bare hands. He asked, "What happened?"Ĭaleb told Connor how he'd revived Mr. His attention was no longer on the destroyed coffee table. I think someone wants me dead."Ĭonnor was stunned. I think destroying the coffee table isn't much of a big deal right now. Somehow, he knew that he was being unfair towards Charlie.Ĭharlie was about to say something but Caleb stopped him and said, "Charlie saved my life. He knew Charlie didn't deliberately destroy the coffee table, but he felt sad by the fact that there would be nothing they could hold on to as a remembrance of their father anymore. "Well, weren't you the one who landed on it? Do you know how precious that table was?" Connor raised his hands in desperation. "What's that supposed to mean? Are you saying that I'm responsible for this?" Charlie asked Connor exasperatingly. Up till today, he would never be sure he if could count on Connor about anything ever. He didn't understand why he couldn't just leave him alone. Growing up, he would always see him as the bully.
He could still remember playing with small trucks and Connor would always be there to make his life miserable by taking them away and Caleb would help him to get his toys back from Connor. It was so unfair that he had to feel so accused of doing something he didn't do. He thought Connor didn't understand that he too had memories of growing up in that place. He felt like he was responsible for making the living room a mess and making their childhood memories vanished. He didn't like the tone Connor was using. It's a disaster." Connor said it with a sigh.Ĭharlie shot a look at him. He said, "How should I know? I'm trying to figure it out myself." Somehow, Charlie didn't like the way his brothers looked at him. Both Connor and Caleb were looking straight into Charlie's eyes. "Seriously? How?" Connor asked in disbelief. "This guy just brought us back from the hospital." Caleb pointed at Charlie and cleared the dusts in his brunette hair. The smile made a few lines visible at the corner of his hazel eyes. He managed to put on a smile on his face, hiding the slight pain he felt on his face. The bruises on his sharp nose and left side of his forehead didn't affect his handsome look one bit. His hair was lighter blond compared to Connor's and had a strong squared bone structure which emphasized masculine look in his face.
The fair complexion of his skin made the bruises appeared more bright.Ĭharlie was a fair skinned guy with a fairly wavy dirty blond hair. Caleb seemed fine from what he saw but Charlie on the other hand had some bruises on his face. "You guys okay?" Connor asked both Caleb and Charlie. He ran towards both of them, put the thick green book that he was holding on the floor beside him and helped them. He realized that when he thought about his memories in the living room with his parents, his only brothers, Caleb and Charlie were trying to get onto their feet. As the table shattered into pieces, pieces of his memories of his childhood shattered with it.
The hot chocolate he'd share with his dad, the cinnamon flavored cookies his mom baked every Saturday evening, the place where he'd put his drawings he brought back from the kindergarten. The table held loads of memories when he was growing up in the house. "What the hell happened here?" Connor came out from the basement looking very shock to see the living room in a very big mess.