[ wp ] A teen realizes that his mom is a supervillain and his dad is a superhero but that they do n't know eachothers secret .

`` Mum?'' I broke the silence. That desperate word floated into the empty space between us. 
 
 She looked at me with such disgust that I felt shame. It was n't an overly dramatic look, but it was a look that said alot. A look that as her son, I have seen many times. Every time it breaks me. Tears me to shreads inside. You'd think by now I'd be use to it, would have built up some type of tolerance or indifference to it. nope. 
 
 `` What are you doing in here? Sometimes I wonder how you'd survive once you leave this house.'' she spat up at me. 
 
 `` Dad wanted to know if you're going to have dinner with us..'' 
 
 She laughed. But it wasnt warm like it used to be. 
 
 She always gets dark when she's working on her mysterious hobbies in the basement. She broods and becomes highly irritable when interrupted. 
 
 She returns to her work without saying a word. But she's said everything. She's told me she'd rather be here on her hobby then up eating as a family with us. 
 
 fine, fuck her than. 
 
 Sulking I storm up the staircase. All I want is for that bitch to stop being so fucking bi-polar and act how she did before she got caught up with her old hobbies again. Eat at the dinner table like a normal family. 
 
 Eyes watering a bit, i rub them with my arm in protest of displaying my emotions. 
 
 Barging into the kitchen, I miss seeing the knife holder onto the edge of the bench. I turn in my mood and accidentally send them flying. 
 
 oh god.. 
 
 It's like time froze or at least it almost did. 
 
 Knives swim through the air on a direct path to my dad. The best dad in the world. 
 
 I think how could such a loving father ever fall in love with that creature in the basement. 
 
 My heart beats dangerously at my chest in panic. 
 
 Then it happened. 
 
 My dad's eyes caught a glimpse of his death, and then he was... 
 
 I do n't know how to describe it. It was elegant, like he was dancing. But it was beautiful, almost ethereal. He danced around and between the knives like time was insignificant to him. 
 
 Even bigger I realised I could see this all, how could I see time slow down and him move through them. 
 
 Knives clatter onto the floor behind my father. 
 
 Standing in silence we look at each other. 
 
 I stand in awe. 
 
 He stares back in... fear? 
 
 Realisation crashes over me. My father is The Blur. 
 
 OH MY GOD MY WONDERFUL FATHER IS A HERO TO OTHERS! 
 
 `` The blur?'' I whisper it, incase if i say it too loud, it might break the spell. 
 
 He nods hesitantly. `` For your safety and your mothers you ca n't tell anyone, even she does n't know.'' 
 
 `` Mum does n't know?!!!'' I exclaim as loud as I dare. 
 
 This is exciting. A real secret between us. Something he can depend on me for. 
 
 He shakes his head. Walking to me he says fearfully `` you could see it all in slow motion..?'' 
 
 I nod back. 
 
 He looks devastated, almost on the verge of tears `` I'm so sorry Luke, it must be genetic.'' 
 
 Suddenly he hugs me, I begin to worry `` dad why are you scared? Am I going to die?'' 
 
 `` No No, you're perfectly healthy, in fact you're unlikely to ever get ill with the strength and speed of your immune system if it's like mine.'' he pauses `` I'm scared cause it means you're now a threat to The Conjurer.'' 
 
 Dread envelops me. Cold dark fear blankets my entire body and I shiver. 
 The conjurer is in the news every week. No one knows if its a he, a she or even a human. All I know is that the conjurer is a twisted being that steals and shows the smallest regard to life and a high regard for suffering. 
 
 The conjurer can make things appear out of nothing, dark things. Cruel beings do it's bidding and cause suffering everywhere. 
 
 It's known that the only two people to be able to face it in battle and have a good chance of winning is, The Blur with his gift of speed and time control, and the Winged Lady. 
 
 Two months ago the winged lady was..stopped. Her wings were found tattered and separate from her body hanging as a symbol of triumph from the city hall. The winged lady was found cold, grey and dead at the entrance. 
 
 If Dad is the only thing that can stop the conjurer he could die out there. 
 
 Oh god I've got his abilities am I gon na have to help him. Is it my obligation for this curse? 
 
 I ca n't handle this, I rush down to the basement to escape my thoughts. 
 
 My heart is slamming inside my chest and it happens... 
 
 The entire world stops, I can hear it, feel it... I walk down the stairs at my own pace but i can feel the world be still and understand that if anyone could even see me move right now it would be a blur or nothing. 
 
 I step onto the floor of the basement to see my mum absent from her workbench. 
 
 But the door to her second study is ajar. 
 
 I've never been in her second study, let alone a few steps in the first room. I do n't think dad has either. 
 
 Something feels off as I approach the door, i can feel an energy.. and it's cold. 
 
 My hearts beating faster, kinda painful now its so fast. 
 
 I feel like a breath of time floating in the air. 
 
 I enter the room and cold fear rises up my neck. 
 
 My mother is at a table looking right at me. Her eyes are black and glossy. 
 
 After a quick gasp I realise she's frozen in time and looking past me. 
 
 But that was n't what scares me. It was n't what filled me with horror and drowned me in nightmares. 
 
 My mother is wearing the gown of The Conjurer, her hands are spread out in front of her with smoke billowing out onto the table. The smoke has half formed into some type of dark creature. 
 
 Tears start pouring down my cheeks. 
 
 The person my Dad loves the most, the person I try hardest to impress is standing in front of me as the most hated and feared of us both. 
 
 My mother is The Conjurer. 
 
 I laugh darkly at the irony that both of them despise each other yet fell in love and have know idea who the other person is. 
 
 Stepping forward in sombre confidence, knowing time is still for the moment, I curiously reach out and touch the smoke to feel its unnatural texture. 
 
 Cold sprints across my palm and up my arm. 
 
 Panic consumes me and I feel my control of time slipping. The cold hits me and fills my body. 
 
 I'm afraid. 
 
 I'm standing in the dark and i look in the mirror. 
 
 How odd... 
 
 It feels like i'm looking at my reflection for the first time in my life. 
 
 Understanding overwhelms me. 
 
 I understand the desire of the smoke, I understand its beauty, it's power, it's intentions. 
 
 Time slowly slips back into real time and the smoke drifts into the creature my mother's desires. 
 
 My mother's eyes widen in an expression I have never seen on her before. 
 
 Fear. 
 
 She turns her head and sees me. 
 
 Shocked she yells `` LUKE! what are you doing here?'' 
 
 `` oh you stupid boy! you were never supposed to know who I was. They'll come for you now. The Blurr and whatever new posse he pulls together. He will come in here and disregard your pathetic innocence and he will slay you. Along with me He will slay you for sharing my dna.'' She stares at me both angrily and sympathetically. 
 
 The sympathy from her confuses me. For the first time in my life I see humanity in my mother and her love and protection for me. But it is the exact moment i discover she is the world's cruelest villain. 
 
 `` Do n't look at me like that.. You know nothing, there is more to my enchantments and power of the dark than you will know. I thought you'd inherit it. But all you've inherited is you father's soft affection.'' 
 
 I laugh at her 
 
 Anger erupts in me. Coldness wraps itself around my soul. 
 
 My eyes gloss over in understanding and dark black hands drift to my mother and knock her over. 
 
 Rising from the dark shadows of her study floor, She smiles at me. 
 
 warmly I smile back. 
 
 `` My son has finally arrived.'' 

