Fiction Friday: Chapter Ten

The girls father looked out the window over the kitchen sink into the dark. The street light and the small lamp in front of the house were both burned out. Shadow swallowed everything. It was late and it seemed the right thing to do, so he had taken Sarah home. He wasn't going to risk her walking even the shirt distance. He heart had pounded in his ears since this whole thing began.

On the main road he saw the red and blue flares that told him the police were almost there. He had no idea what he as going to say. He couldn't even imagine how he would answer the questions they would ask. If you don't want to be locked up, you don't tell the authorities that your kids had super powers. Additionally, if you didn't what them to be researched you didn't show them. He needed help, but every choice seemed bad.

His wife, the girls mother, talked to the girls down stairs. On the footstool Sienna had piled stacks of money, enough to pay off the house. It was enough to pay off the house. The girls mother was in shock, between tears of joy and fear for the future. The others took turn showing off their powers. Shelby was counting seeds in an orange. Savannah was fining lost toys, a little disturbed about how many of them seemed to be far away. Thing she thought were in the garage. Sierra would disappear in one place and reappear somewhere else.

"You girls are going to have to rely on each other," their mother said, "The world is not going to be very understanding. You are going to have to work together, or this whole thing could become a big problem." She worried that they wouldn't understand and her words didn't come out right. "We need to keep this safe," she said lifting the feather.

"The police are here," Savannah said. The room went silent.

The officer had turned off his lights when he turned into the neighborhood. The sidewalks were empty and dark. Just how it should be. The cruiser rolled to a stop in front of the house. He turned the interior light on and began the paperwork, reporting he was making a visit. He took his time.

From the window, the father watched the officer go between his computer, attached to the dashboard, and a pad of paper. A black car rolled up beside the police car. Very close. So close, the officer couldn't open the door if he wanted to. In the inside light of the police car, the father watched the officer turn toward the black are and then roll down his window. Suddenly what looked like a black baseball flew into the floor of the passenger side if the car. The police yelled something, but it couldn't be heard through the kitchen window. Orange fire exploded. The grenade had shattered the stillness of the night.

The man pulled the black car into the front yard of the girls house. Stealth was gone, so now he needed to act fast. The police problem was taken care of, so now all he needed was the feather.

He slipped ear plugs into his ears as he walked across the yard now lit in flame. He pulled out a flash bang, then kicked in the front door.