Power Fight

The red Power sign on the door landed with a soft thud against the shaking ground. At first, only Sasha was able to detect the slight vibration. She looked across the corridor where her bigger siblings, Jet and Trent, both had their doors ajar, but they had not noticed anything askew, so they did not look her way.

Little Sasha trained her eyes on the elders and flooded their minds with exaggerated images of destruction to get their attention. Their heads snapped up in concern. Used to Sasha warning her in such a way, Jet flew past her sister to the window to find small trembles growing into larger ones and climbing up the house to where the roof shingles began to shiver.

Their home was now slightly levitating. A panicked Jet leapt from the window, landed on her feet, and grabbed the foundation of the floating house with her hands. She was blessed with the gift of super strength but at the age of seventeen, her ability had not fully matured, and she would only be able to hold on for so long.

Trent, the ever-eager preteen, took Jet’s position at Sasha’s window. Excitement welled in his eyes. He was seldom allowed to show what he could do, how he could help the family fight. But his parents were gone and now was his opportunity to show-off to Jet.

First things first, his baby sister needed shelter. He extended his arms toward her and showed her the flats of his palms. His arms gently swung upward and toward the window, carrying Sasha’s tiny frame out and onto their furthest neighbor’s patio.

Once she was transplanted, Trent hung himself half out of the window, twisted his hands skyward, and pushed the air up with so much force the house crashed back to earth. Dust swirled and the Power children made eye contact. They panted and threw each other the biggest smiles. The mail carrier missed the action but was right on time with a letter from their parents. They were on their way home with wedding cake galore.