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|A short story about a boy with some pretty wet'n'wild abilties.||
The kid crawled along the floor, wincing as he heard his older sister cry out in pain. If only there was something he could do, but being a skinny ten-year-old against his sister’s brute of a husband, well, he didn’t like his odds.
He crept along the plush carpet, stopping just outside his sister’s bedroom door, listening quietly. His heart thudded in his chest so loudly, he was sure Jason could hear it. His sister whimpered, and he took a chance by pushing open the door slightly.
He saw his sister huddled on the floor, holding her bruised face in her hands as Jason stood over her, using his lighter to torch her antique Tarot cards one by one. He dropped each card onto Kellie’s bare back while they were still burning, and Chris cringed at the smell of her burning flesh. She flinched and cried out as each burning piece of paper fell on her, but she did nothing to stop it. She stayed hunched over, her arms protecting her bare breasts.
“I thought I told you I didn’t want to see these things anymore, Kellie!” Jason said, his eyes glowing with anger. Kellie mumbled something, and Jason kicked her, yelling at her to repeat it louder.
“Speak up, whore,” he told her, lighting another card.
“I thought they might provide some answers…about Chris,” she mumbled through newly broken teeth. Chris recoiled, surprised to hear his name brought into the conversation. Jason shook his head, his dense muscles flexing like that of a great bull.
“You wanted to bring that little hellion into our home, and I said fine,” Jason said. Chris was used to this abusive speech. He had heard it directed at either him or Kellie almost everyday since he came to live with them.
“Our parents were dead, Jason. Was I supposed to let him go to a foster home? They wouldn’t have known how to deal with him!” Kellie protested. Chris was surprised; he had never heard Kellie stand up for him before. She usually would just cower, and wait for Jason’s tirade against Chris to be over.
“That child should never have been born, Kellie! Your parents should have had him killed. Perhaps they would still be here if it wasn’t for him,” Jason remarked snidely, lighting the last several of the cards on fire. A few embers fell onto the fluffy carpet, instantly igniting the manufactured fibers.
The burning smell reached the boy’s nostrils, and he closed his eyes. The sound of rainfall filled his ears, and he relaxed. Suddenly, there was a kick in his ribs and he looked up to see Jason standing over him, his eyes wide with rage. The sound of a fire being smothered to death by water emanated from the room, and the boy watched the little rain cloud he had unconsciously created to stop the fire disperse and vanish as quickly as it had accumulated.
Jason lifted the boy off the floor by the scruff of his neck.
“I am damned sick of this!! We move to Nevada to try and stop these, tendencies, of yours, but it doesn’t stop, does it?!” Jason yelled, half-carrying, half-kicking the scrawny kid down the hall into the living room. They paused before the big picture window, which overlooked the back yard, which was fenced in.
When they had first moved into the house, the yard had been a dry, barren strip of parched earth. Now, the small yard was a swampland, with bubbling bogs and microscopic things swimming. The water reached to just below the window edge, and Chris saw a small fish jump. He smiled a little, secretly happy that his powers had worked so well; he had never been in one spot long enough for the rains he carried with him to accumulate.
He looked out over the bog, and a large frog leapt off of a decaying tree stump that hadn’t been there when they moved in, contorting the smooth slack water with ripples and miniature waves.
“Do you see this evil you have created?! Can’t you stop it?!” Jason shrieked, shaking Chris so hard his teeth seemed to rattle within his skull. Chris felt a tooth chip, and he reached out to try to catch it, but realized with a start that he had swallowed it.
“No…I can’t stop. I try, but whenever I get scared or upset, the water comes!” he wailed. As if his words were magickal, a storm cloud appeared over the bog, and a tremendous downpour began.
“Are you saying that I am the cause of this?! How DARE YOU!” Jason roared, veins popping out of his throat and face. Chris recoiled, looking into the face of the feral animal who once was a man who had seemed so nice and decent in the old days when he was courting Kellie. Jason raised his gigantic hand high over his head, and Chris held his breath, knowing that this was it, the end had come. Jason would finally murder him and be done with it. He closed his eyes and began to breathe through his nose, telling himself to remain calm.
Eternity seemed to slide slowly by as Chris waited for the life-ending blow, but it never came. He heard a thump, and was dragged to the floor. He opened his eyes to see Kellie standing over Jason’s prone body, holding a heavy vase in both hands. Her breath came in heavy gasps, and she looked stricken at what she had done. Chris gagged when he saw the blood and tufts of hair stuck to the bottom of the vase.
“Kellie, why’d you have to go and kill him?” he asked, his voice weary. Kellie shook her hand and dropped the vase on the ground, tugging at the shirt she had thrown on.
“We have to get rid of him.” She reached down and tugged on Jason’s feet, and looked expectantly at Chris.
Together, they shattered the glass in the picture window, the main reason for Jason wanting to buy that particular house, he had loved that window so much. Grunting and cursing, they lofted his heavy body over the sill, and tossed it into the murky water.
“Go ahead, Chris. Make it rain,” Kellie whispered, but Chris shook his head. As they watched, the waters began to recede, and the critters shriveled up and burned away. Within moments, the ground was as parched and broken as it had been the day they moved in. All that remained to remind them of the bog, were white marks etched in the dry earth, in the shape of a large man.
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