Virgil finally staggered home after an exhausting battle with yet another
metahuman intent on becoming the next evil mastermind in town. This one was
pretty smart, not to mention strong. He had been thrown into at least a
million walls and he was sure they were all super strong walls.
Letting his backpack slide off his shoulder Virgil braced himself for the sure to be painful walk up the stairs to his room. Before he could even climb the first step the light flicked on to reveal his Dad sitting in a chair in the corner looking forboding in the half-light. "Hey Dad, umm, what are you doing back in town so soon?" Virgil knew he was gonna get in trouble. He normally didn't come home this late, at least not through the front door, but he had thought his Dad was out of town for the night on center business.
"That's not important. Where have you been Virgil." His Dad stood up now and stalked towards Virgil, who shrunk further back into the shadows. He didn't bruise easily but this latest bad guy had messed up his face pretty badly, not to mention the rest of his body. His Dad wasn't having any of that though and grabbed his arm, dragging him into the light. "Jesus Virgil! What have you been up too!? What happened to your face?" Virgil sighed. He didn't really want to have to do this now, but it appeared his Dad wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"My face? Oh yes. Ummm, well the funny thing is.... I fell?" Virgil didn't know what to say. Lately his Dad had been paying a lot more attention to his comings and goings and this scene had been repeated all too often as of late. Virgil was running out of things to say.
"Don't lie to me Virgil. I'm tired of it and I want the truth. Is it gangs? Drugs? Tell me and I can help. You have to tell me first."
"No Dad, it isn't drugs or gangs. I just...can't tell you." Why? The thought flashed across Virgil's mind before he could squash it. He longed to tell his Dad but he couldn't. What if the bad guys found out because his Dad let something slip? Then his whole family would be in danger. What if his Dad thought he was a freak and kicked him out, or worse, tried to make him stop being static? No, he just couldn't tell him. Of course his Dad had never flat out asked him, or confronted him with any kind of evidence that he suspected he was Static. Then he would have to tell him the truth.
"Yes, Virgil you can. You will. Or I will find out on my own. In two quick strides he snatched up Virgil's school bag and started searching though it. "I don't want to violate your privacy but I have to know Virgil. You disappear, come home late all the time, looking like death warmed over, bruised and exhausted." All of the sudden he stopped and slowly turned to face Virgil. "What is this?" He asked quietly, pulling out Virgil's static shock mask. Virgil couldn't lie anymore. He was so tired of all the lying, especially to his Dad.
"It's my mask Dad...I...."I'm Static Shock." Silence enveloped the room. Virgil was to tired to bring himself to talk and his Dad seemed to be in shock. Hanging his head, Virgil wondered what his Dad was going to do to him.....
Letting his backpack slide off his shoulder Virgil braced himself for the sure to be painful walk up the stairs to his room. Before he could even climb the first step the light flicked on to reveal his Dad sitting in a chair in the corner looking forboding in the half-light. "Hey Dad, umm, what are you doing back in town so soon?" Virgil knew he was gonna get in trouble. He normally didn't come home this late, at least not through the front door, but he had thought his Dad was out of town for the night on center business.
"That's not important. Where have you been Virgil." His Dad stood up now and stalked towards Virgil, who shrunk further back into the shadows. He didn't bruise easily but this latest bad guy had messed up his face pretty badly, not to mention the rest of his body. His Dad wasn't having any of that though and grabbed his arm, dragging him into the light. "Jesus Virgil! What have you been up too!? What happened to your face?" Virgil sighed. He didn't really want to have to do this now, but it appeared his Dad wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"My face? Oh yes. Ummm, well the funny thing is.... I fell?" Virgil didn't know what to say. Lately his Dad had been paying a lot more attention to his comings and goings and this scene had been repeated all too often as of late. Virgil was running out of things to say.
"Don't lie to me Virgil. I'm tired of it and I want the truth. Is it gangs? Drugs? Tell me and I can help. You have to tell me first."
"No Dad, it isn't drugs or gangs. I just...can't tell you." Why? The thought flashed across Virgil's mind before he could squash it. He longed to tell his Dad but he couldn't. What if the bad guys found out because his Dad let something slip? Then his whole family would be in danger. What if his Dad thought he was a freak and kicked him out, or worse, tried to make him stop being static? No, he just couldn't tell him. Of course his Dad had never flat out asked him, or confronted him with any kind of evidence that he suspected he was Static. Then he would have to tell him the truth.
"Yes, Virgil you can. You will. Or I will find out on my own. In two quick strides he snatched up Virgil's school bag and started searching though it. "I don't want to violate your privacy but I have to know Virgil. You disappear, come home late all the time, looking like death warmed over, bruised and exhausted." All of the sudden he stopped and slowly turned to face Virgil. "What is this?" He asked quietly, pulling out Virgil's static shock mask. Virgil couldn't lie anymore. He was so tired of all the lying, especially to his Dad.
"It's my mask Dad...I...."I'm Static Shock." Silence enveloped the room. Virgil was to tired to bring himself to talk and his Dad seemed to be in shock. Hanging his head, Virgil wondered what his Dad was going to do to him.....