He wakes up on the couch the cushions below stained red from his blood. He sits up as his head throbs in pain. He picked up the remote turning on the news.
"Last night the B B & E building exploded in what some believe to be a terrorist attack, and with this supposed terrorist attack two unidentifiable male bodies have been uncoveted." The news anchor said.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed as the events of the night prior flood his head.
He lay his head back hands over his eyes. As he's rubbing his aching eyes the sound of bare feet slapping against the stairs can be heard as his brother and sister come down.
"Bubby we're hungry." Emily said as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"Watch some cartoons while i make breakfast." He said as he turned the tv to cartoons.
He entered the kitchen turning on the old cold light that despite multiple complaints still lets out a low hum. He turns the loght back off and instead opts to open the blinds letting the natural sunlight in... but even that is thwarted by the gloomy skies of the town. Letting out a grumpy grunt he bends down and grips the rusty handle opening the fridge. He grabs the jug of milk sniffing its contents for the sour scent of spoiled milk. He sets the jug on the counter and goes back to the fridge grabbing the cheese and butter. He turns to the stove grabbing a pan and setting it on the burner before turning it on.
After letting the pan heat up he drops a spoonful of butter on it letting it melt across the pan. He grabs the new loaf of bread and pulls out a slice of lathering the unfortunate gold on both sides before laying it on the pan. He does the same thing to a second slice right next to the first. A bit later he flips them revealing the golden crispness. He pulls out the american cheese he was given yesterday and lays them down on the golden bread. He lets the sliced gold melt, its corners droop down on to the bread. He layers sliced turkey breast down on the cheese and then place another slice of bread flipping it on to the new bread.
He turns to the milk grabbing two cups and setting them sidr by side on the counter. He opens the jug sniffing one more time before tipping it over to fill the cups, however instead of the milk gushing out to fill the cups it stays in the jug as if frozen to milk ice.
"What the hell?" He exclaimed as he shook the jug trying to free the milk.
The milk returns to motion covering his face in milk. He wipes his face and pours the remaining milk into the cups and plates the grilled cheeses handing them out to his siblings. He goes up stairs and grabs a change of clothes from the closet before entering the bathroom to take a shower.
He turns the water on waiting for it to heat up before stepping in. He lets the water wash over him and wash away the milk. He washes his body but it feels different from usual. He looks down and finds his body has changed, his abdominal muscles seem more defined, fat has been lowered to a level that would kill a normal human but he feels perfectly fine... save for the headache.
(What the hell, I've never had the time or money to go to the gym so what the explosion gave me abs?)
Later that night when the kids have gone to sleep he slips out the back door walking down the street. He turns down an alley passing by a sleep meth head as he starts to cross another road. After crossing nearly the entire town he stops at a large abandoned warehouse.
"Test #1 'trigger'" He wrote in his notebook.
He sat the notebook aside as he began his test. He spreads his feet to a stable width and lowers his center of mass before even attempting. Every muscle in his body comtracts and flexes as he tries to activate his power but nothing. He then strikes a superhero pose but nothing happens.
"So those dont work, what could be the trigger?" He said.
(Maybe its adrenaline?)
He closes his eyes and his heart begins to race as adrenaline begins to flood his body. He opens his eyes and finds nothing different. He looks around for something and finds a rusty bolt on the ground. He picked up the bolt holding it in his palm before lowering his hand. The bolt stays put in the air as his hand moves away from the bolt.
"Test #1 'trigger' conclusion: adrenaline activates my heightened state of perception and movement." He wrote down before reaching to grab the bolt but missing.
He turns toward where the bolt was and finds it half a foot below where it was initially. He turns back to his notebook and begins writing once more.
"Test #3 'function' conclusion: Functionality wise it first appeared that time had ceased movement but upon closer inspection it appears it has instead slowed down, whether this is caused by enhanced speed and therefore enhanced cognitive speed or actual time dilation is the topic of my next test." He wrote.
He turned to the bolt now even closer to the ground and picks it up. He looks to the far end of the warehouse and throws the bolt. It flies across the warehouse at a normal speed for him but to anyone else it would have been like a bullet and it slams into the warehouse wall piercing it. The damage gives him an idea and just to be sure he walks up to a wall and cocks his arm back. He slams his arm into the wall and with a blue flash of light the wall turns to rubble.