The sun has not et risen but I was already awake. My mind was a mass it has been a week since I became a baby bar tender. I was always layered out in the open for the world to guck at. I was stearin hard and angry at Hank the browly man who originally picked me and mom up was in a good mood.
Hank was a bit in a pretty strange situation as he didn't want know what to do. On one hand the girl had finally got back on her feet. As some strange thing was happening to her to keep her week. But no matter how many times he or the other workers tried to take her to the hospital she would always say to just kill her but not go. The issue with the girl was too complicated and needed a serious treatment but her absolutely refusing and even threatening to die rather than go made it hard to help her.
On the other hand the baby was a gold mine. The business exploded rising by 300% since the day he arrived. People came to see the lucky boy. As for some reason any beer that the child touches stays cold no matter how long one drink it without any ice.
This magic touch was perfect for a bar and some customers enjoyed the chilled fruit or even juice at times. This strange ability was noticed by the bar girls on the end of the first day as a hot coffee that was placed too close to the child. Mika the tall redhead got scared that the child would get burned so she ran moved the cup only to notice that the previous boiled hot coffee was now ice cold. Intriguing.
During this week I have not seen my mother and didn't know that she was fine, just sick.
This morning Hank was already preparing for a busy day. He just placed on the bar as a brick slammed the window into a shredder as glass flew up. Several people wearing masks rushed in like a bunch of gangsters.
"Get the big guy first " a bat slammed against the human flesh. The hand swinging a thick chain ripped into Hanks back. He grabbed me and stuffed me under the work surface and reached for the shotgun.
"Hey …. Old man!… get the money and pay your protection fees!.." a smoky man's face turned fast while kicking Hank in the stomach hard. " you have raised your hands it seems like you're not going to remember that 100,000$ bill you said was going to be paid last week?…. The bat swings fast and a gunshot explodes.
"Fuck you! "" Hank roars and goes wild slamming slugs into the room. Souts of fighting, tables and glass getting. As I lay there on the floor unable to see the actual scene I began to feel absolutely useless.
I need power to defend myself and to fight. This world is a dog eat dog world for sure. No matter where humans live there is always someone who will take from you and someone who will sell to you. No other truth is as honest about what humans are as this.
The gunshots ended. Scuffing and scraping sounds with painful screams and cursing. A chair cracked as choking sounds and crying from the dying filling the air. The smell of iron piss and shit with a stanch of rott made my eyes water.
It took forever before Silence…. Heavy breathing and heavy boots slowly came around to where I was laying. A bleeding woman in her mid 40s dragged herself to the boos . With shaking hands she opened a vodka and poured it on her bloody right leg.
"Fuck !!!!! No one told me he had a gun… damn. … maybe he has some medicine.... " she was hurt and angry at herself. my eyes met hers as shock and surprise were instead of confusion.
"There's a girl in the back all covered in blood!" A young man screams.
The woman looks at me and with hate in her glare now. After gulping down the bottle a scream escaped from the room that the other individual went into.
The drunk angry woman grabbed me like a discussing puppy. Her hand ripped into my shirt holding me in one hand we moved into the room. While I was floating in the air only held up by an angry woman who could drop him like a ex boyfriend.
I saw several bodies all bleeding and not moving with a lot of broken furniture all around. A meatloaf of a human frame slowly moved up. The shotgun shakes pouting at the back of my pack mule.
BANG
Several things happened at the same time as the last shot found its target.
First: I saw my mother with a knife in her chest
She was in a sitting position with another knife that stabbed the young man in the face.
He lay there like a comfy little boy but his hands were under her dress.
Second: the woman who carried me without so much as a cry crashed face down flinging me like a bowling ball at my mother.
Third: the shotgun fell and the figure all bloody thick with mucus and body fluids stopped moving.
Lastly: I was able to hear her voice as she finally gave me a name while hugging me.
"Lucas….. I'm sorry Lucas …. Mommy …has to … " cough and harsh breathing with blood leaking out of her mouth.
I was not expecting to see her like this.
I was never going to forgive my weakness !
I got so angry that items began flying and floating around me.
Some fast some slow. Dancing and twisting. Electric sparks and small lightning jumping from metal serficess .
Am I magneto?