Chapter 8 The man of steel and Juliet

After Jesse Tuck had been forced to never see Liz Prescott again, he decided to set off for a little journey on his Harley, carrying as much spring water with him in his canteen. He had learned that the spring water makes him stronger, and will give him new abilities. When Miles started to drink the spring water routinely, he began to become very powerful, and soon, he could lift a man up in the air without any struggle. It sounded supernatural, but it was true. Jesse had recently been given the ability to run faster than he normally could. It was sad how many men suffered by taking steroids to gain strength while only harmless water would cause the Tucks to become stronger than any steroid would.

It had bee a month since Jesse and Liz had been separated, and school was to start for Liz in another month. It had long been Liz' birthday and Jesse Tuck could not attend her birthday party. Any normal boy in love would sneak into Liz' bedroom through the window, text message her and set up a meeting place, or simply try to call her, but Jesse Tuck was no ordinary boy, and we knew that for sure. He was also caring, and he knew what the Prescotts had said was true. Jesse didn't belong in Liz' life, he was not good enough for her. And because he loved her, he knew he had to stay away from her.

Jesse had lately traveled all the way to Manhattan, New York, and was living the city life. This was way better than that little town of Treegap, Connecticut anyways. Fuck Treegap, Jesse thought.

Jesse was actually in Manhattan for a good purpose: to stop crime. Tonight he had chased two bank robbers into a bank, and with he himself wearing a mask to conceal his identity, he shot the two robbers dead, dodging a few bullets, and being hit with a few that hardly affected him. Jesse Tuck was like the man of steel. Bullets didn't hurt him. He hardly felt pain when he got shot anymore, so he didn't have to fall over. He would remain standing and the bullet wound would quickly disappear. Most people just told themselves that the shooters had missed every time that happened.

Jesse Tuck was now the superman of Manhattan, and he was nearly invincible. He had found a partner named James, who was willing to help Jesse. Jesse's cell phone rang, and Jesse answered it. It was James. "Hey, mysterious man with a little girl. Followed him and now I'm 100 sure the girl was kidnapped. Hurry to the apartment, Upper West side, next to that drugstore."

Jesse Tuck rushed to the apartment complex. "Go to room 508." James had told him.

Jesse took the elevator, rushed through the hall, and kicked the door to room 508 open. "Hey! Anyone in here?"

Suddenly, a bullet shot through the air, making a piercing noise, and brilliantly sped until it hit Jesse's stomach, going in. In a matter of seconds, the bullet came out and fell to the floor, and the wound was healed. "Ha-ha, sorry pal, nice try."

Several more bullets flew by, none missing. Yet every time Jesse Tuck would be alright, in other words: alive. Finally, Jesse ran to the kidnapper, took his gun, and shot him dead. Under the bed was a little girl with duck tape over her mouth, tied up. She looked scared to death. Her face was pale and her eyes were cowering with fear. "Don't worry kid, I'll get you outta here." Jesse whispered softly.

Jesse removed the duck tape and untied the girl. "Now what's your name?"

Jesse still had the mask, so the girl looked a bit scared. "M-my n-na-name is A-nnie!" she stammered.

Jesse nodded. "Okay, Annie, can you tell me where your home is? I'm gonna take you home now, 'kay?"

A slight smile formed from Annie's lips. "Th-thanks. What's your name?"

Tuck smiled. "Superman."

This time, Annie's smile was full. "Seriously!"

"Yeah, I'm Clark Kent junior."

"Cool!" she exclaimed. Obviously, the little girl was too young to not believe in fantasies. But hey, Jesse Tuck's whole life was a fantasy!

"Elizabeth, this is Henry Bass and his son, Nathan." Jonathan Prescott introduced his dinner guests to Liz.

Liz held out her hand politely at Mr. Bass. "Pleased to meet you, sir."

Mr. Bass laughed heartily. "Well aren't you a fine young lady? Nathan, this is surely a fine young lady for you, eh?"

Nathan smiled at Liz, and Liz flashed a polite smile back.

At the dinner table, Liz was seated next to Nathan. "So, Elizabeth, my parents tell me you go to Beaumont Preparatory Academy." Nathan said to Liz.

"Please, call me Liz." Liz replied, not answering Nathan's question. She was clearly uninterested in this Nathan Winthrop, and she wished her parents will realize that sooner or later.

"Elizabeth," Mr. Winthrop chimed, as if he had not heard Liz just tell Nathan to call her by her nickname, "how is Beaumont?"

"It's OK, I guess. Very big school. Lots of students."

"Ah, I see. Nathan also goes to a preparatory school, but it's for all boys. Morehouse Preparatory Academy For Boys."

"I see."

"It's a pretty cool school, really." Nathan added.

Liz wanted to laugh at how pathetic Nathan was being. No one wanted to hear about something as petty as a school for all boys, when Liz herself was a girl. Oh, did she miss Jesse Tuck!

"Nathan is quite a gentleman, you know, Liz?" her father spoke. At least he called her Liz this time...

"Yes, well, I guess so. He'd make a good boyfriend for some lucky girl out there!" Liz replied.

Meaning someone other than her.

Nathan took it the wrong way, and smiled—almost grinned. Liz turned away. Nathan was cute, but she was not attracted to him. How could she be, when all she could think about was Jesse Tuck? In the beginning, this whole being forbidden from seeing Jesse sounded romantic, for it being more of a "Romeo and Juliet" case. But after Jesse had ignored her and refused to see her, she felt hopeless. Jesse had clearly moved on, and now she was lost in the world.

After dinner, Nathan offered to take Liz for a drive in his Ferrari. "I guess we can do that," Liz told him politely. Besides, she had nothing else to do. They drove to the other end of town, and then, Nathan stopped the car, turned to Liz, and smiled. Oh God, please don't kiss me, Liz thought.

Nathan did. Liz didn't pull away. She just let Nathan kiss her. Soon they were lip locked, and Nathan ran his tongue around her mouth. Liz didn't care anymore. Let Nathan do whatever he wanted to her. It didn't matter. She would never see her beloved Jesse Tuck ever again.

After Nathan was done French-kissing Liz, he smiled once again at her. "So, what should we do now?" he asked.

Suddenly, Liz felt a bit scared and vulnerable. They were out here in the dark in a car, with no one in site, and Nathan was pretty horny. "Just take me home." Liz begged.

"Come on, Liz! You know you like me..." he said, seductively.

This was great, just great. "No, Nathan, please take me home. Now!"

Nathan grabbed Liz, and started to forcefully undress her. "Get off!" Liz screamed.

"Liz, I love you...you have not only a lovely smile, but an even more beautiful body! Feed me your naked body!"

"Fuck!" Liz screamed. Nathan had unbuttoned her polo shirt already. She had no escape. The car doors were locked. She began to whimper in fear. Why couldn't she have been more careful? She had always dreamed of losing her virginity to Jesse, and now she was about to be raped of it.

Suddenly, the car window on Liz's side smashed. "Get your hands off of her!" a voice cried.

Was it Jesse Tuck in his shining armor, finally coming to her rescue?

"Get your hands off of her, Winthrop!"

No, Liz recognized that voice. It was...it was Charlie's!