A few minutes later he pulled out a chair across from me and sat down. “Hope you like pizza, sister dear, because we have plans.”
“Can’t you just tell her I’m sick?”
He shook his head. “Nope.”
“I don’t want to go.”
“Too bad. You’re the one who told her we were related. Then you told her I was gay. You’re going to come tonight and tell her I’m not. That you were just being an overprotective sister and didn’t want your only brother to get hurt.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Because once she knows I’m not gay, I can start dating her and then I won’t have to use my ‘sister’ as an excuse to see her.”
Well, at least then I wouldn’t have to see him every five minutes. Maybe once he wasn’t watching my every move, I could actually come up with a plan to get rid of him.
I got up and pulled out a small first-aid kit near the sink and returned to the table, pulling my chair directly in front of his. “At least let me clean up that eye. I don’t want to have to look at it while I’m eating.”
When he didn’t protest or make some nasty comment, I tore open a small cleansing wipe and reached up to dab at the corner of his eye. I expected him to wince or suck in a breath, but he didn’t do either. He just sat there staring at me without blinking as I worked.
“It really does look like someone punched you.”
He grunted.
“Was that a yes?”
“It was a ‘you should have seen the other guy.’”
I paused, wondering if he was being serious and deciding I really didn’t want to know, then finished dabbing at the cut and dropped the wipe on the table. “So, the other night… when I was in your apartment—”
“You mean the night you broke into my house?” he interrupted.
“Yeah, that one.” I said, opening up a butterfly bandage and reaching for the antibiotic cream. “You moved really fast. How’d you do that?”
I dabbed a little ointment around the edges of the cut. His shoulder’s tightened, but he made no other acknowledgement about my movements.
“It’s one of my abilities.”
“Moving fast?”
“Sort of. It’s called kinetic absorption. It’s the ability to absorb energy from other people and things around me. My body then can use the extra power by converting it to extra strength, super speed, or even sometimes using it to create power blasts.”
“Like from your hands?” I asked, forgetting I was cleaning his eye and just sitting there listening to him.
He nodded.
“Wow. I never heard of that before.” It might even be unbelievable if I hadn’t seen him do it. Or if I didn’t know the Grim Reaper existed.
“So is that all you can do?”
“I have super hearing too.”
“So that’s how you knew I was in the house.”
He shook his head. “The energy level in the house changed. You have lots of energy.”
I glared at him. “You used my energy that night?”
He shrugged.
