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I know she is me or I am her, whatever way you want to look at it. But I’m not the white haired girl anymore. I’m not his angel.
“I’m not her anymore Creed.” I say looking up at him.
“I don’t expect you to be.”
I pull away, I’m too vulnerable right now. I clear my throat and take a step back. “I um...just wanted to check on Laughn’s snakes. They meant everything to him.”
“They're fine, but you can go check if you’d like.” I nod and turn heading upstairs to Laughn’s room. I twist the handle and push open the door. Overwhelming grief hits me as I take a deep breath–his brimstone and ash scent hitting me full force–and step inside. The room is just how it was the last time that I was here, dark and only illuminated by the lights in the snake tanks.
“I miss you,” I whisper looking over to his bed. I would kill to be back here with him when we spent the weekend together.
“Would you like some dinner?” I find myself nodding, Creed leaves without saying another word.
Standing here in his room I feel comforted, like he is here with me watching me stare at his death noodles. I hope Creed plans to look after them because there is no way that I could actually feed them. Rathew is a good reminder of that. The damn rat lives like a king, a way better life than Laughn had planned out for him.
After a while I head back down the stairs and find Creed in the kitchen removing something from the oven. I take a seat at the bench and watch as he plates our food and slides mine towards me.
“What is it?” I ask, looking at the beautifully served dish.
“It’s a Japanese meatball and a salad.” I nod. This is awkward but he doesn’t push for conversation and we eat in silence.
Mr. Z said I should get to know them, work on finding a weakness. Even though it's me, there has to be something more specific I can use as an advantage.
“What are your powers?” I blurt out and Creed bellows out a laugh. “What?”
“I’m not a superhero, I have no powers. I’m enhanced if that’s what you’re asking. I’m resistant to temperature.”
“Isn’t that dangerous?” I ask, finding myself curious. In my memories I can pin point Hades and what they can do, but I don’t have a clear understanding of Zeus.
“It could be. I do prefer cooler weather, but I can withstand any.”
“So you could walk into a fire?”
“I could, but I wouldn’t because my skin would still burn. We may be enhanced, but something like that would take time to heal.”
“How would you know how long it takes to heal?” I gasp as realisation washes over me. “He has hurt you before.”
Creed nods, a solemn look overcoming his face. “It’s not as bad as it sounds. The worst would have been the fire. I had to be wrapped up for weeks while my skin healed. You came to visit me, you would…”
“I would help change the dressings and put cream on you, I remember.”
Eating the last bit of meatball from my plate, I place my fork down. The clang of it hitting the stoneware echoing in the silence of the kitchen. Creed stands from his chair and grabs my empty plate along with his and puts them in the sink.
“Mr. Z wants me to start training with you guys. Would you maybe take me in the morning?” I ask nervously. I’m not even sure why I’m nervous. It’s not like I’ve never been around Creed before.
“Of course. You’re welcome to stay in Laughn’s room tonight. I can take you home after training to change for school.”
“I would like that.”
Creed's phone buzzes and his brows furrow as he types back a response.
“Is something wrong?”
“There is a body coming in shortly.”
My eyes widen. A dead body, I almost forgot that there is a damn morgue inside this house. “Can I see the morgue?” I ask. It might be morbid but I've never seen one and in reality the only time I would need to would be when I die.
“Sure, let me get some pants on and I'll take you down.”
