Chapter Four:

Of course whenever my father left himself an allotted period of time, he most always meant quite a different number. To get the correctly "proposed" time, you simply multiplied by four and divided by two. Sometimes on an ordinary day you had to add an extra minute or two.

That left me ten minutes.

I entered the bathroom for a quick shower, enjoying the warm water falling off my face and over my body. So soothing, no other addiction in the world could compare. I turned off the water slowly and wrapped a towel around my waist, which reminded me that I still had weeks of laundry to do.

I leaned on the sink counter and dressed myself in cologne and took out some scissors. I look at my black locks dangling from my scalp and decided that I had had enough. Skillfully, I took the two blades and applied to the long dripping locks that began to fill my sink in sweet smelling wet hair. I glanced back up, satisfied with my much shorter mat of hair. I kept my bangs the length they were and casually wrapped them with gel behind my ears. My amber eyes sparkled on the sun kissed mirror.

It was getting late and I wondered if I should bother going at all.

I put on khakis pulled a fitting plain red turtle neck sweater on, while glancing at myself in the mirror. I raced towards the sheet of glace to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. No, I wasn't. I couldn't believe it. Every vein in my body turned orange and my face turned white.

My father was in my room!

Nah, that wasn't it, totally.

"What did you do to me?!" I yelled in rage. "and what the hell are you doing in my room!"

There he stood, with his hands clasped together like a school girl wishing for a lollipop.

"I've done it." He whispered. My sweater fell from my arms with a soft sigh on the floor. My body was completely transformed in both muscle mass and height. I felt at least three inches taller. As he and I glared at each other I realized my vision had sharpened tremendously and I had no more need to blink. "I've finally done it." He said again, causing the rage in me to almost bust a hole in my veins.

"What are you talking about?"

"Can you spin webs yet?" He asked hopefully. "Have you tried climbing walls and jumping between buildings?"

My eyes almost popped from their sockets.

"I don't believe this!" I said gripping my head. He had done it alright. All those ramblings he'd spoke of that I had never gave the time of day to pay attention, had finally come to pass, everything was befallen on me. I sunk to my knees in anger and helplessness.

"Take it back." I said in black wrath. "Take this away, you have the power!"

"Take it back?" Now it was my father who was in amazement. "I can't take it back! After all the years of study with no one ever believing in me! I only had myself and I've finally done it. There will be no one to scoff me now. I have the power to create a super human and I gave birth to a new generation that will shame the past attempts. I have all the power in the world at me feet. I will not take it back!"

"What about me?" I cried. "You didn't have the damn decency to wonder how I'd feel. You never even thought of me before in your life! What about me!"

I could feel him smirking at me in my helplessness. I could feel a strange new coldness engulf my breath and being. What had happened I couldn't be sure, but I was in no state of mind to accept it or anything.

He shunned me as I always knew he eventually would.

I angrily grit my teeth hard against my jaw. No way in hell would I ever sink low to serve him. I grabbed a red hoodie that lay carelessly on my floor and put it on. He still stood there watching me as I stood up. I glared at him as he reached from my arm. He took ahold of it, barely gripping it around his small hand.

"You will speak of this to no one." He said coldly. I could see red in his eyes that had never been there before. I knew instantly something was wrong.

Instinctly I yanked my arm away from his grasp. Surprisingly he beat me to the door, blocking my escape. I immediately saw my open window like I had eyes on the back of my head. I raced for it and leapt out of my window. In my rage I hadn't realized how strong I'd become. I easily swung down from the ceiling to the pavement and ran for all that I had in me. I had to run, to think, to slowly allow everything to sink in.