rotor. Each slow turn caused more separation from the
base.
“Johnykin, look!” said Chris, but too late.
The sudden mechanical stop of the main rotor sent the damaged blade
flying straight at Chris and the girl in his arms. Chris analyzed
the trajectory, pivoted slightly, and sprang into what he hoped
would be a safe patch of grass. Landing on his shoulder to protect
the girl he then rolled her underneath him for further protection
just in case.
The plan worked as the blade sliced into the
wall protecting those inside, the place Chris should have taken the
girl but was nowhere near even before his small leap. An explosion
of glass sent the crowd inside into a short lived panic, but the
blade was stuck and ended its rampage with no true harm. Klaus made
his way down to the patients, nurses, and parents. His presence and
soothing voice confirmed their stint with danger was over. Johnykin
jumped down to check on Chris. He was still wrapped over the girl
and didn’t feel Johnykin’s hand gently touch his shoulder.
Chris’s eyes were closed and his focus was
only on the girl cradled under his protection. Johnykin put her
lips next to his ear and whispered, “Open your eyes. You’re
amazing.”
Chris rolled back over and looked up at
Johnykin’s tears. She wiped them quickly and turned to the girl,
who raised her hands to be lifted up. Johnykin held the girl in her
arms now and walked her back to the hospital; leaving Chris seated
on the grass with a disheveled mess of thoughts and eyes that
couldn’t bring anything into focus just yet.
Cheers rang out from the hospital as Klaus
took in hugs and handshakes from the thankful group. Johnykin
grabbed her share of gratitude as well and then pointed back to
Chris. A woman led the way to him. Chris stood up and immediately
was wrapped in a severe hug. The mother of the girl Chris saved
sobbed into his shoulder and spewed out muffled words that Chris
assumed were ‘thank you.’
Johnykin was right behind the mother and so
was a small crowd now forming around Chris. Johnykin took pity on
Chris’s slight torment, after watching for several moments, and
pulled the sobbing mother off him to allow the rest of the crowd to
praise him.
Erik, who had been safe and sound inside the
hospital, finally took notice of the part of his team that did not
comprise of Klaus. Erik moved in to speak to Klaus and directed his
attention to their other half. The competition made Klaus scowl,
but then he quickly changed directions and put his hands together
to clap. Everyone followed his mark.
Johnykin stood next to Chris again and
yelled over the crowd's clapping. “You're one of us.” Chris
blushed.
Sirens announced a squadron of police and
firemen to the hospital with nothing to do but light cleanup.
Tagging along were a handful of reporters. Erik was the first to be
interviewed and covered the story with surprising accuracy. He then
brought Klaus and Johnykin to the front to get a more in depth
angle on the action. Lastly it was Chris's turn. He didn't know how
to answer the excited reporter's questions. This time Klaus saved
him from another bout of torment by answering in Chris's stead.
“What do we call you?” asked the
reporter.
“Our names are fine. We aren't standing
behind secret identities,” said Klaus.
“Well, what's your sidekick's name?”
“Ha! Sidekick? I guess that works. His name
is Chris. I want to say again we do appreciate the gratitude. All
three of us.” Klaus grabbed Chris's shoulder to bring him
uncomfortably close. “Myself, sidekick Chris, and Johnykin. But
we’re just fulfilling our God given duties. No more.”
Chapter Eight
“Oh my God, Dad,” said Louise. “You're all over the
internet. Why didn't you tell us you were a Super? I didn’t know
there were any girl ones. That Johnykin Super looks badass.”
“Watch the language. I'm not a Super,” said
Chris. He flipped off his shoes into the entryway cubby and pushed
through his daughter's
base.
“Johnykin, look!” said Chris, but too late.
The sudden mechanical stop of the main rotor sent the damaged blade
flying straight at Chris and the girl in his arms. Chris analyzed
the trajectory, pivoted slightly, and sprang into what he hoped
would be a safe patch of grass. Landing on his shoulder to protect
the girl he then rolled her underneath him for further protection
just in case.
The plan worked as the blade sliced into the
wall protecting those inside, the place Chris should have taken the
girl but was nowhere near even before his small leap. An explosion
of glass sent the crowd inside into a short lived panic, but the
blade was stuck and ended its rampage with no true harm. Klaus made
his way down to the patients, nurses, and parents. His presence and
soothing voice confirmed their stint with danger was over. Johnykin
jumped down to check on Chris. He was still wrapped over the girl
and didn’t feel Johnykin’s hand gently touch his shoulder.
Chris’s eyes were closed and his focus was
only on the girl cradled under his protection. Johnykin put her
lips next to his ear and whispered, “Open your eyes. You’re
amazing.”
Chris rolled back over and looked up at
Johnykin’s tears. She wiped them quickly and turned to the girl,
who raised her hands to be lifted up. Johnykin held the girl in her
arms now and walked her back to the hospital; leaving Chris seated
on the grass with a disheveled mess of thoughts and eyes that
couldn’t bring anything into focus just yet.
Cheers rang out from the hospital as Klaus
took in hugs and handshakes from the thankful group. Johnykin
grabbed her share of gratitude as well and then pointed back to
Chris. A woman led the way to him. Chris stood up and immediately
was wrapped in a severe hug. The mother of the girl Chris saved
sobbed into his shoulder and spewed out muffled words that Chris
assumed were ‘thank you.’
Johnykin was right behind the mother and so
was a small crowd now forming around Chris. Johnykin took pity on
Chris’s slight torment, after watching for several moments, and
pulled the sobbing mother off him to allow the rest of the crowd to
praise him.
Erik, who had been safe and sound inside the
hospital, finally took notice of the part of his team that did not
comprise of Klaus. Erik moved in to speak to Klaus and directed his
attention to their other half. The competition made Klaus scowl,
but then he quickly changed directions and put his hands together
to clap. Everyone followed his mark.
Johnykin stood next to Chris again and
yelled over the crowd's clapping. “You're one of us.” Chris
blushed.
Sirens announced a squadron of police and
firemen to the hospital with nothing to do but light cleanup.
Tagging along were a handful of reporters. Erik was the first to be
interviewed and covered the story with surprising accuracy. He then
brought Klaus and Johnykin to the front to get a more in depth
angle on the action. Lastly it was Chris's turn. He didn't know how
to answer the excited reporter's questions. This time Klaus saved
him from another bout of torment by answering in Chris's stead.
“What do we call you?” asked the
reporter.
“Our names are fine. We aren't standing
behind secret identities,” said Klaus.
“Well, what's your sidekick's name?”
“Ha! Sidekick? I guess that works. His name
is Chris. I want to say again we do appreciate the gratitude. All
three of us.” Klaus grabbed Chris's shoulder to bring him
uncomfortably close. “Myself, sidekick Chris, and Johnykin. But
we’re just fulfilling our God given duties. No more.”
Chapter Eight
“Oh my God, Dad,” said Louise. “You're all over the
internet. Why didn't you tell us you were a Super? I didn’t know
there were any girl ones. That Johnykin Super looks badass.”
“Watch the language. I'm not a Super,” said
Chris. He flipped off his shoes into the entryway cubby and pushed
through his daughter's
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