Unchosen by Erik Schubach

Author:Erik Schubach
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Short Fiction, Superheroes
Publisher: Erik Schubach
Published: 2018-08-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Violet

Wendy was nothing but apologies when I arrived at home two hours later, and she flew up to me and landed on the sidewalk. She was smiling and swaying from side to side as we walked. Apparently, she had a nice long talk with our bio-mom while I was hoofing it. She was good-natured through my grumping. She was in a good mood now, it must have been a great talk.

Then I hesitated in my speech about a good sister not leaving her poor normal sis stranded in the middle of the city, while she just grinned at me as we stepped into the apartment. I looked around the empty space and muttered to her with my best pout, “Speaking of good sisters...” I called out, “Vi?”

Had the silly woman gone back to work at the comic book studio after the fight? A grunt from her bedroom had my eyes narrowing. I knew her grunts, just like how her economy of words spoke volumes, each of her grunts did as well.

I started running for her room. “Vi!” That was her pain grunt like she got when she sprained her ankle at the orphanage when she climbed to the roof to get the ball Juanita Higgins took from me and tossed up there. She had slipped on her way down and fell the last ten feet. Even then she was pretty acrobatic and landed in a roll. But twisted her ankle when her foot slipped into a mole hole when she stood.

Huh... she's always been a hero it seems.

Wendy zipped up beside me as I laid my ear against the door. “Is everything ok?”

I shook my head and whispered, “She's never home during the day, and she's in a lot of pain.”

She gave me a dubious look and said in hushed tones, “She barely made a noise.”

I blinked at her and whispered back, “Have you never met Violet? She has like a seven-word a day maximum. You have to read between the lines. If she's moaning, she's hurting.”

This made her screw up her face in humor and chuckled. “We're talking about the same Blue Canary here? We can't shut her up when we're fighting bad guys.”

I cocked an eyebrow. Really? She was a chatterbox in her alter guise? Maybe she used up all her words then, letting the dam break. Now I was curious what kinds of things she said when they were fighting for justice.

I tapped the door with my knuckle. “Vi, I'm coming in.”

She grunted out a, “No.”

Ignoring her I opened the door, her room was dark, and Wendy gasped. That got my heart beating faster, and I rushed in to sit on the side of her bed and looked at my best friend. She was sweating and putting on a forced smile for me as she curled the blankets tighter around her, wincing.

I didn't need my sister's spectral vision to see through the cocoon she had herself bundled in. She was obviously in pain. I crossed my arms petulantly and looked at her expectantly.

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