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Chapter 20
\\\ Nick ///
I didn't
know what to make of the room. It was
essentially just a big barn with a lot of open space and support columns
strategically placed to hold the roof up.
In all the empty space though were loads of random items scattered
around, from oil drums to scrap cars, a couple of engines, scaffolding poles,
weight plates, tools and even a few anvils, which I'd never seen outside of
cartoons.
"So what do
you think?" Lucas asked as we stepped in
and he closed the door behind us.
"It's...uh...nice...I
mean, I like what you've done with the place."
I replied, not really knowing what kind of reaction he wanted. Lucas just chuckled.
"It's not
meant to be homely you dope, this is just stuff for us to play with. When we decided to tell you about this my
dads stocked up this place with more stuff for us to use. Go ahead and take a look around." I looked at him sceptically as I didn't
really see the need to. "I mean check
everything out, see how hard or heavy everything is. It'll make everything seem more real when I
start showing you stuff."
I started to
wander around to see what else I'd missed on my first glance. I saw loads of chains along one wall, all of
them different thicknesses and colours.
There were various sized padlocks around as well so I wondered what he
had planned for those. I went to check
out the oil drums to see if they were full but they were all empty and dry,
which was a relief. Even though there was
nothing in them they were still really hard to move and made a resounding dong
type noise when I hit my knuckle on one of them. There were two cars in there as well; both
without any glass in the windows and one still had all the tyres intact. Neither had engines in them though. There were also a few other vehicle parts,
like an axel from a bigger truck with two wheels on either side, making it look
like a large barbell; and a few old tractor tyres were scattered around as
well. I had an idea when I saw one of
those so I squatted down and tried to lift it.
"What're you
doing?" Lucas asked as he came
over. He'd taken his hoodie off now so
he was just wearing a t shirt. The barn
wasn't exactly warm but it didn't seem to be bothering him at all.
"I'm
trying...to flip...this over..." I panted as I
gradually eased it up a few inches from the ground before giving up and letting
it drop. "Ok...I give up...I've seen people
do that in videos but I didn't realise how hard it was."
"What like
this?" He reached down and with one hand
he just flipped the tyre up onto its end, leaving me standing there open
mouthed, then he just smile and turned it around so we were just facing the
treads. When it was upright I was amazed
that it was slightly taller than I was, and almost as wide as my shoulders.
"Wanna see something cool?" He asked,
and I got the feeling I'd hear that a lot in the future. He then did something I never expected. He positioned his hands like he was about to
open two sliding doors and then drove them into the middle of the tyre before
pulling them apart and tearing it in half.
"HOLY SHIT!! That wasn't even hard for you was it?" I asked.
"Not really,
no." Lucas blushed. "Only thing I hate about doing stuff like
that is it messes up your hands." I was
expecting his hands to be cut or calloused but instead they were just
dirty. He wandered over to a table in
the corner where he'd stashed some hand wipes to get rid of the grime and soon
they were clean as a whistle. I held his
hand to look at it and there wasn't even a mark. You'd never know they'd just
torn a huge tyre in half a few seconds ago.
"Your hands
are still so soft." I said in awe as I
stroked his palms.
"Yeah, not
like yours from strumming that guitar."
He cheekily replied while looking at my slightly rougher fingers. I must've looked offended when he said that
as he lifted my hand up to kiss it.
"Don't feel bad, I love them touching me however rough they are." After a few more kisses he led me over to one
of the oil drums. "Want to see what it's
like to be strong?"
"Huh? How?"
"Ok, what I
want you to do is stand behind me, that's it, now reach around and put your
hands on...WHOA not there!!" I had to
laugh as he pulled my hands away from his crotch. "I meant put your hands on the back of my hands. Ok, now push really hard."
Lucas had
his hands either side of one of the oil drums and as I pushed against the back
of his hands I actually felt them start to move closer together as the metal
distorted under his power. It was kinda
fun to feel like I was actually doing the work as Lucas moved slowly to give me
more time to feel like it was more of an effort. The sound was like nothing I'd even dreamed
of as the metal seemed to screech in pain as it tried to resist. After the side walls warped inwards a little
more Lucas eased up and took his hands away.
"How cool
did that feel?" He asked, turning around
to see my gleeful face. "Shall I finish
it off?" He didn't wait for me to
respond; he just turned to the barrel again and lifted it up before crushing
the sides in more and then grabbing the bottom and scrunching the whole thing
together, almost like an accordion.
There was no real attempt to fold it in any symmetrical way; it was just
like he was effortlessly screwing up some foil.
When he was done he just held up a metal ball the size of my head with
one hand and then dropped it on the floor with a resounding clunk. I went to pick it up and even though it still
weighed the same as it did before, it was a little easier due to being a less
unwieldy size and shape.
"Wow." Was all I could say as Lucas still looked
kinda embarrassed.
"So you're
not freaked out by this?" He asked.
I thought
about it for a second but I honestly wasn't.
"I suppose I should be but...I dunno, it's kinda cool and because I know
it's you, I'm not really worried."
"Really? You're not worried about me hurting you with
it?"
"Why, are
you going to?" I asked and he looked a
little uneasy.
"Not
intentionally, but it could happen by accident." He replied, looking at the ground mournfully.
"Ok, so are
you worried about me burning your house down?"
He looked up again, clearly confused.
"Think about it, I could try to cook you a romantic meal and set fire to
the kitchen or put some candles out and set fire to the curtains. I'm not intending to but it's always a risk
isn't it?"
"I s'pose..."
"So as long
as we're both careful then there's nothing to worry about is there?" I said, and then gave him a peck on the
lips. "How strong are you anyway?"
"Honestly,
we don't know. I mean, there's nothing
in here I can't lift or crush but there's no real way to test our strength
fully. For all I know I could lift a
mountain up, but the logistics of doing that is impossible."
"Wow,
really?"
"Yeah, I
might even be able to shatter the Earth with one punch but I don't really want
to try it cos I think my dads might tell me off." I was trying to be in awe of him but the way
he said that just made me burst out laughing.
"Come on, let's try something else."
He led me over to the scrapped car that still had the wheels
attached. "Do you know what it's like to
lift a car up?"
"Sure. Stand back, I'll show you how it's
done." I replied, lacing my fingers
together and stretching my arms out in front of me. Lucas gave me a sceptical smile which started
me laughing again. "I'm kidding, I'd be
lucky if I could push that out of here on my own."
"How about I
show you what it's like. Now it's a bit
tricky at first so stand back." I did as
I was told as Lucas bent down by the side of the car and positioned his hands
on the sills along the edge. He started
to lift the car so it was leaning to one side and then, as it got higher, he
was able to sort of walk his hands along the bottom until he was positioned in
the middle of the car and it was fully off the ground. "Ok so come over here and stand in front of
me. Right now hold your hands up as if
you're lifting the car."
"Like
this?" I asked, reaching up with my
palms facing upwards. It was weird, standing under a car for the first
time. I mean mechanics do it all the
time but at least they have a hydraulic rack or something to take the
weight. Here I was with just a teenager
holding it up and, even though I knew I was safe, it was still a little
nerve-wracking.
"That's it,
but just move this hand over a bit so it's directly under there." As he was saying this he took one hand away
to point at where he wanted my left hand to go.
"Are you
seriously just holding that up with one hand?"
I asked in amazement as he started to blush.
"Uh...yeah...it's
not really that hard. Anyway, are you
ready to take the weight?"
"Am I ready
to what?" I was suddenly very nervous
about having a car dropped on my head.
"Don't
worry; just keep your hands up." I did
as he said and he gradually lowered the car so I could actually feel the weight
pressing onto my hands. Even though he
had the majority of the weight I still felt a little strain, like I was
actually holding it up myself. "How does
that feel?"
"This is
amazing!! I've seen characters do it in
comics and films but it's awesome to do it yourself."
"Yeah it is
pretty cool. It took a little practice
to get used to how to pick one up. Ask
your dad about the time I tore his bumper off; that wasn't my finest
moment." Lucas grinned. "Ok, now get out from under here so I can put
it down." I let go of the car and backed
out so Lucas could gently lower it to the ground.
"Wow."
"Is that all
you're gonna say?" Lucas asked as he
handed me a wet wipe before cleaning his own hands up.
"What would
you like me to say?"
"I dunno,
add a bit of variety." He chuckled. "Christmas is coming up so I could get you a
thesaurus if you like."
"Nah, I've
never been a fan of dinosaurs." I
replied and I saw the look of confusion on his face before it turned into a
smile.
"How the
fuck did I not see that you were related to Luke?" He laughed as he tossed the wipes back on the
table.
I just
shrugged my shoulders as I thought of something else. "There's a few things I don't get about all
this though, I mean, like how do you dance with the girls and not accidently
pull their arms off or throw them through the ceiling?" He let out a sigh and before I knew it he
casually picked me up and sat me on the roof of the car. Even though I'd seen him easily lift the car
and crush a barrel it was still weird to feel him move me around so
casually. He bent down to pick up a
sledge hammer from the floor and then hopped up onto the car with me. I wondered what the hammer was for but before
I could ask he simply pulled the metal away from the wood and threw the handle,
almost like a spear, so it embedded itself in another oil drum with a massive
clunk.
"It's been
tricky you know? The hardest thing about
all this is keeping it under control."
As he was talking I noticed he was squeezing the hardened steel in his
hands like it was silly putty. "Sammie
and I spent years getting used to this strength and trying not to wreck
everything we came into contact with.
That's why we didn't go to school when we were younger, because our dads
didn't want us to accidentally hurt anyone."
"That
must've been lonely." I said.
"Sort of, but
it wasn't that bad. Our dads were here
and your dad and uncle came over quite a lot, not to mention our grandparents,
so there were always people around."
"Yeah, but
did you see many kids your own age?"
"Not
really. We saw Ben a few times over the
years but that was about it." I think he
could see me looking sad and gave me a reassuring smile. "It wasn't that bad. My nan taught me my first few dance steps and
it was fun to learn to control my strength to keep her safe at the same time as
moving to the music. She was a really
good teacher and pushed me to try as many different styles as possible,
especially ones where she could join me to teach me more about working with a
partner safely. Turned out I was quite a
natural as well so I've been doing it ever since."
"So Sammie,
did the same but with the drums?" I
asked.
"Yeah. I'm assuming you've heard Adrian call her a
skin smasher or stick snapper, that's because she was really heavy-handed at
first. Your dad and DJ actually helped
her soften everything down."
"Wait, my
dad can play the drums?" I was stunned
by that news.
"Yeah, he's
pretty good as well. He taught Sammie a
lot of Jazz beats using brushes instead of sticks so she could play gentler,
before moving her onto the hard rock stuff."
I couldn't believe it, as surprising as it was to find out my boyfriend
and his family are super strong, it was even more of a shock to find out my dad
was actually musical. I was definitely
going to have to bring that up next time I saw him.
"Wow." I couldn't think of anything else to say but
then I felt the car wobble a little as Lucas was laughing. "Fuck off!!
It's not my fault you keep coming out with these amazing things."
"I'm sorry;
I probably shouldn't be taking the piss."
He replied before gently pulling me in for another kiss.
"So how is
Sammie strong as well? I thought you
both had different dads." I asked when
we parted.
"We do, but
both of my dads can do this stuff." My
childhood hero was also super strong?
Holy shit!! How was that even
possible?
"So...are
they...like...cousins or something?" I asked
awkwardly.
Lucas just
laughed. "Nah, my dad...Alex, was just a
regular teen until he met DJ but then something screwy happened and he was able
to transfer it across to my dad."
"Hang on, so
you're telling me you could give me super strength?" I was starting to get excited now, I mean;
how cool would it be to be as strong as the comic characters I loved?
"Not
exactly. What happened with them was a
one off that's never happened in our family before or since. My great grandpa looked into it and still has
no idea how it happened." I was
disappointed to hear that but deep down I hoped we could look into it some more
in case there was something his great grandpa had missed.
"I've got
another question. Can you be hurt? I mean physically."
"Sure,
although not as easily. I mean, our skin
and bones are tougher so we don't do any damage to ourselves if we crush
something really hard or hit something, but we can bleed and bruise, although
it takes a lot and heals quicker." He
dropped his improvised stress ball and hopped down off the car before helping
me back down as well. "Wanna test it?"
"Um...ok...how?" I asked and he started to look around until
he found what he was looking for.
"Here, try
this." He said, handing me the end of a
long scaffolding pole. I could barely
lift it as it was so unwieldy so he quickly took it back before casually
snapping the end off to give me a section which was just over two feet long. I lifted it again and it was much easier but
I still felt a little uneasy.
"Are you
sure about this?" I asked.
"Yeah, don't
worry about it." He replied but before I
could do anything his face lit up like he'd thought of something else. "Hold on, let's make this interesting. Gimme
that a sec." I handed the pipe over
again and followed him to the corner of the barn where there was another table
with all sorts random items scattered over it like horse shoes and Lego bricks. He soon found what he was looking for and
picked up a handful of nails. The next
thing I knew he was easily pushing them through the hardened steal of the pipe
with his thumb. He might as well have
just been pushing them through cardboard for all the effort he was
showing. Then he rubbed the other end of
the pole between his hands, the way you would if you were trying to start a
fire with a couple of sticks, and when he'd finished that end was much thinner,
almost like a handle. When he was done
the thing looked positively lethal but he just smiled and handed it back to me.
"Umm...I'm
really not sure about this." I said,
still looking at this instrument of death in my hands.
"Come on, I
trust you. Just hit me in the stomach
with it as hard as you can." He then stripped off his shirt and stepped over
into a clearer area so I had more room to swing but for the moment I just stood
there staring. This was the first time
I'd seen Lucas without a shirt on and for some reason I felt a shiver run down
my spine as I suddenly felt nervous.
Dancers are usually quite toned but still fairly lithe, yet Lucas almost
looked like a gymnast. He had full pecs,
strong looking shoulders and arms, and an incredible set of eight cobblestone
abs leading down to his Adonis belt, which seemed to be pointing straight down
to the ultimate prize. He looked
absolutely stunning but it was now starting to sink in that there was a lot of
power in this body.
"Are you
ok?" He asked.
"Yeah...sure...I
just didn't know what to expect is all."
I replied.
"Not
disappointed I hope." He said, rubbing
the back of his neck nervously in a way that showed off his bicep more than he
was probably intending. All I could do
was shake my head, but the uneasy feeling never went away. "You ready to hit me with that thing?" He could see me wavering and probably thought
I didn't want to hit my boyfriend, but in truth it was like I didn't want to
face the consequences. "Trust me; it'll
be fine, just swing it as hard as you can."
I held it
with both hands and reared back. As I
swung it towards Lucas I could see that he wasn't even tensing up for the blow
but he just stood there casually smiling.
I closed my eyes as the pipe connected with is body but I heard the
tremendous thud followed by him crying out in pain. I opened my eyes as I let go of the weapon
and saw Lucas doubled over with his arms wrapped around his stomach, still
holding the pipe in place. I was
panicking now, not knowing how to help him, but before I could do anything else
he just stood up with a smile on his face, dropping the pipe on the floor.
"Gotcha!" He said with an amused smile and I felt my
heart begin to beat again.
"You
bastard!! I thought I'd really hurt you
then!!" I yelled swinging a punch
towards his shoulder. Just as it
connected he turned his shoulder away and I quickly realised that if he'd
chosen not to move it would have been like hitting a wall.
"Sorry, I
was just having a little fun with ya. I
told you it wouldn't hurt. See, no
damage." He said, pointing down to his
gloriously ripped and completely unblemished midsection. I picked up the pipe again and was surprised
to see that the nails were all warped and the pipe itself had flattened against
his abs, leaving the impression of them crushed into the metal.
"Ok, so no
damage, but don't make me do that again."
I felt a mixture of fear and anger as I said that but I don't think he
noticed. He closed the distance between
us and threw his arms around me for another make out session.
"So you're
still not freaked out?" He asked after
he released his grip a little.
"Of course
not, how could I be?" I asked
defensively. We were still close
together so I tried not to look at his body and just concentrated on his face,
knowing that would keep me sane. "This
is probably the craziest thing I've ever seen, but you know what I like best?"
"What?"
"You're not
showing off or trying to act superior like some people would; you're still just
the sweetest guy I fell in love with, just with super strength." Even though I felt a little reassured as I
said that, I could still feel myself shaking a little. It felt like I was lying to him as I knew I
loved him, but something was still gnawing away at the back of my mind. Lucas stood there open mouthed for a second
and then suddenly burst into tears. Oh
crap!! Had he noticed I was
trembling? Didn't he believe me? "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked as I held him in my arms, trying not
to let my body betray me.
"I never
thought I'd hear someone say they loved me, especially after they found out the
truth about me, but here you are, totally accepting everything about me; even
though I never thought I stood a chance with you after Brandon tried to turn
you against us all." He sobbed more and
I felt my body relax a little with relief.
We held each other tightly until he pulled back slightly to look at me. "I know I said I don't know how strong I am,
but...I think my love for you is stronger."
I looked
into his eyes tenderly. "Lucas I...I just
want you to know...that that was the cheesiest fucking line I've ever
heard." I burst out laughing as Lucas
looked shocked for a second before joining in.
"Shut
up!" He whined as his face turned red.
"No
seriously, if this dancing thing doesn't work out then you could go into
writing for a soap opera." My fear had
melted away slightly as he'd reminded me why I had fallen for him in the first
place.
"Fuck
off!! I've never done all this mushy
stuff before so gimme a break." He was
laughing along with me now but still embarrassed.
"There's one
thing I don't understand." I said after
I stopped laughing.
"One
thing?" Lucas asked, raising his eyebrow
doubtfully.
"Ok, one
thing I specifically want to understand now then." I took a deep breath and readied myself for
the question I knew I needed to ask. "If
you're so strong then how are you putting on more muscle? And how did DJ get so big."
"I was
wondering when you were going to get back to that." He replied with a smile. "Do you want me to show you or tell you how
we do it?" I felt my nerves kicking in
again. I had an idea of what it could be
but, even though I'd seen a lot today, it was too crazy to be what I was
thinking.
"Show me...no
wait...tell me...no...show me..." I couldn't
make my mind up but before I could decide properly Lucas just suddenly erupted
with muscle. The fear hit me like a
freight train as my body was paralysed in terror. My brain just seemed to shut down and the
last thing I remembered seeing was his worried face rushing towards me as the
world went dark.