More powers
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
an188
The last words that came out of Matty’s mouth—“Or break”—hung in the air like a dark echo. Both of them froze for a heartbeat. A flicker of the old insecurity washed over their new, godlike faces. Yes, power surged through every fiber of their bodies, cracking open shells they had hidden behind for years, but the shy, polite, quiet people they had always been were still inside, peeking out nervously. Val’s golden-bronze cheeks flushed; Matty’s long lashes lowered. They weren’t quite ready to be the monsters their fantasies had promised. Not yet.
Val cleared her throat, voice still husky and deeper than before. She quickly changed the subject, forcing lightness into her tone. “Anyway… look how strong we are now, mijo. Really strong.” She bent gracefully, long feminine fingers scooping up another fist-sized stone from the riverbank. Her elegant nails—now longer, perfectly manicured—closed around it. She didn’t squeeze hard. The stone simply disintegrated into fine powder that trickled between her fingers like sand. She dusted her palms and giggled, a soft, girlish sound that didn’t match her towering physique. “See? I barely tried.”
Matty’s eyes sparkled with sudden curiosity. The discomfort faded as wonder took over. “Do… do we have any more superpowers?” he asked aloud, voice cracking with excitement.
Val tilted her head, long silky hair cascading over one massive shoulder. “I don’t know, cariño. What kind of powers should we even look for?”
Matty thought deeply, brow furrowing in that adorable, boyish way that somehow survived all the muscle. “Maybe… like Superman? We already have super strength and super senses. So maybe laser eyes?” He focused hard on a nearby boulder, concentrating until his large brown eyes narrowed. To both their astonishment, twin beams of brilliant blue light shot from his pupils. The lasers struck the rock with a high-pitched hiss. The stone instantly glowed cherry-red, then melted into bubbling magma that oozed across the ground.
“¡Dios mío!” Val gasped, eyes wide.
Matty laughed in pure delight, moving his head slowly. The blue beams sliced through thick vegetation, carving clean, smoking lines through bushes and small trees like a hot knife through butter. “This is insane! I can control it—”
He swung too far. The beams swept toward Val.
“Matty—!”
The lasers raked across her colossal left pec. She braced for pain, but… nothing. Not even a mark. The bronze skin remained flawless, glistening. Matty panicked, the beams cutting off instantly. “Mamá! I’m so sorry—I didn’t mean—”
Val touched the spot, then burst into giggles—high, relieved, almost hysterical. “It tickled! Nothing happened. Maybe we’re bulletproof too?”
Matty exhaled, grinning wickedly. “Laser eyes confirmed.”
Val wanted to try. She locked her gaze on another rock, focusing the same way. Immediately, a pair of bright pink laser beams erupted from her eyes, hotter and more vibrant than Matty’s. The rock exploded into molten slag in seconds. She squealed with joy, sweeping the beams left and right, slicing through a fallen log, then a thick clump of reeds. “Look how pretty they are!” she laughed, twirling in place, her massive body moving with surprising grace.
Matty’s mind raced again. “What about super breath? Like in the comics!”
He filled his enormous lungs until his pecs swelled even larger, then exhaled forcefully. A hurricane-force wind exploded from his mouth, flattening bushes, whipping the river into whitecaps, and sending a small tree tumbling downstream. Val clapped her hands in delight and joined him. Their combined super-breath created a localized storm—leaves spiraling, water spraying upward in glittering arcs. Then they experimented with control: soft, gentle puffs produced icy cold waves. Frost raced across the ground, freezing puddles solid and coating leaves in delicate white crystals. They laughed until their sides ached, two naked titans playing like children with the forces of nature.
Suddenly Val felt a new surge of energy crackling through her legs. Without warning she blurred—moving at the speed of sound. One instant she stood beside Matty; the next she was fifty yards away, a golden-bronze streak that left a faint sonic boom echoing behind her. “Matty! I can run so fast!”
He followed instantly, his own body accelerating until the world blurred. Trees whipped past. The riverbank became a smear of color. They raced each other, laughing breathlessly, leaping over boulders that would have been impossible minutes ago. Matty bounded higher and higher with each stride, enjoying the hang time. On one particularly enthusiastic jump he sailed twenty feet into the air—then realized too late he was aimed straight for the middle of the polluted river.
“Matty—watch out!” Val shouted.
Seconds before he would have splashed down, Matty simply… stopped. Hovering. His long hair floated around his pretty face as he hung motionless three feet above the water, arms windmilling in surprise. “Whoa… I’m flying!”
Val sprinted toward him in a panic—and kept going. Her feet left the ground. She soared upward in a graceful arc, long hair streaming behind her like a cape, until she hovered beside him, eyes wide with wonder. “We can fly!”
They spent the next minutes testing every limit. They shot upward until the reserve looked like a green postage stamp below. They dove, spiraled, hovered side by side, holding hands like children on a carnival ride. Matty did loop-the-loops, giggling the whole way. Val flew backward, watching her son with a heart so full it hurt. Their laughter rang across the sky—pure, unrestrained joy.
But slowly the laughter faded. They drifted back down to the riverbank, landing softly on the grass. The reality of what they had become settled over them again. They were still Val and Matty underneath—shy, polite, insecure. The power was intoxicating, but the thought of anyone seeing them like this—naked, changed, impossibly powerful—sent a fresh wave of nervousness through both of them.
Val looked down at their shredded clothes scattered across the ground, then at the distant thicket where the school bullies still lounged in their old hidden spot. She could hear their voices clearly now, thanks to super-hearing—laughing, mocking, unaware.
Matty followed her gaze, then shook his head. “Mamá… I don’t want to go down there. Not yet. I’m not ready for them to see us like this. Or for anyone to know.”
Val nodded slowly, the old protective instinct rising stronger than ever. “Me neither, mijo. We hide this. For now. We go home quietly. We figure out what to do next… together.”
They gathered the tattered remains of their clothes, tying the largest scraps around their waists like makeshift loincloths—comically insufficient on their massive frames, but enough to feel less exposed. Val picked up the cooler and blanket with one hand as if they weighed nothing. Matty took her free hand.
Without another word they rose into the air, flying low and fast just above the treetops, invisible to anyone below. The old beat-up Toyota waited where they had left it. They landed beside it, still holding hands, hearts pounding with a mixture of fear, excitement, and the first fragile buds of something darker and hungrier stirring beneath their shyness.
They would drive home the normal way—two quiet, polite people in an old car—while the gods they had become slept inside, waiting.
Or they can take their revenge on the bullies.
What do they do?
Val cleared her throat, voice still husky and deeper than before. She quickly changed the subject, forcing lightness into her tone. “Anyway… look how strong we are now, mijo. Really strong.” She bent gracefully, long feminine fingers scooping up another fist-sized stone from the riverbank. Her elegant nails—now longer, perfectly manicured—closed around it. She didn’t squeeze hard. The stone simply disintegrated into fine powder that trickled between her fingers like sand. She dusted her palms and giggled, a soft, girlish sound that didn’t match her towering physique. “See? I barely tried.”
Matty’s eyes sparkled with sudden curiosity. The discomfort faded as wonder took over. “Do… do we have any more superpowers?” he asked aloud, voice cracking with excitement.
Val tilted her head, long silky hair cascading over one massive shoulder. “I don’t know, cariño. What kind of powers should we even look for?”
Matty thought deeply, brow furrowing in that adorable, boyish way that somehow survived all the muscle. “Maybe… like Superman? We already have super strength and super senses. So maybe laser eyes?” He focused hard on a nearby boulder, concentrating until his large brown eyes narrowed. To both their astonishment, twin beams of brilliant blue light shot from his pupils. The lasers struck the rock with a high-pitched hiss. The stone instantly glowed cherry-red, then melted into bubbling magma that oozed across the ground.
“¡Dios mío!” Val gasped, eyes wide.
Matty laughed in pure delight, moving his head slowly. The blue beams sliced through thick vegetation, carving clean, smoking lines through bushes and small trees like a hot knife through butter. “This is insane! I can control it—”
He swung too far. The beams swept toward Val.
“Matty—!”
The lasers raked across her colossal left pec. She braced for pain, but… nothing. Not even a mark. The bronze skin remained flawless, glistening. Matty panicked, the beams cutting off instantly. “Mamá! I’m so sorry—I didn’t mean—”
Val touched the spot, then burst into giggles—high, relieved, almost hysterical. “It tickled! Nothing happened. Maybe we’re bulletproof too?”
Matty exhaled, grinning wickedly. “Laser eyes confirmed.”
Val wanted to try. She locked her gaze on another rock, focusing the same way. Immediately, a pair of bright pink laser beams erupted from her eyes, hotter and more vibrant than Matty’s. The rock exploded into molten slag in seconds. She squealed with joy, sweeping the beams left and right, slicing through a fallen log, then a thick clump of reeds. “Look how pretty they are!” she laughed, twirling in place, her massive body moving with surprising grace.
Matty’s mind raced again. “What about super breath? Like in the comics!”
He filled his enormous lungs until his pecs swelled even larger, then exhaled forcefully. A hurricane-force wind exploded from his mouth, flattening bushes, whipping the river into whitecaps, and sending a small tree tumbling downstream. Val clapped her hands in delight and joined him. Their combined super-breath created a localized storm—leaves spiraling, water spraying upward in glittering arcs. Then they experimented with control: soft, gentle puffs produced icy cold waves. Frost raced across the ground, freezing puddles solid and coating leaves in delicate white crystals. They laughed until their sides ached, two naked titans playing like children with the forces of nature.
Suddenly Val felt a new surge of energy crackling through her legs. Without warning she blurred—moving at the speed of sound. One instant she stood beside Matty; the next she was fifty yards away, a golden-bronze streak that left a faint sonic boom echoing behind her. “Matty! I can run so fast!”
He followed instantly, his own body accelerating until the world blurred. Trees whipped past. The riverbank became a smear of color. They raced each other, laughing breathlessly, leaping over boulders that would have been impossible minutes ago. Matty bounded higher and higher with each stride, enjoying the hang time. On one particularly enthusiastic jump he sailed twenty feet into the air—then realized too late he was aimed straight for the middle of the polluted river.
“Matty—watch out!” Val shouted.
Seconds before he would have splashed down, Matty simply… stopped. Hovering. His long hair floated around his pretty face as he hung motionless three feet above the water, arms windmilling in surprise. “Whoa… I’m flying!”
Val sprinted toward him in a panic—and kept going. Her feet left the ground. She soared upward in a graceful arc, long hair streaming behind her like a cape, until she hovered beside him, eyes wide with wonder. “We can fly!”
They spent the next minutes testing every limit. They shot upward until the reserve looked like a green postage stamp below. They dove, spiraled, hovered side by side, holding hands like children on a carnival ride. Matty did loop-the-loops, giggling the whole way. Val flew backward, watching her son with a heart so full it hurt. Their laughter rang across the sky—pure, unrestrained joy.
But slowly the laughter faded. They drifted back down to the riverbank, landing softly on the grass. The reality of what they had become settled over them again. They were still Val and Matty underneath—shy, polite, insecure. The power was intoxicating, but the thought of anyone seeing them like this—naked, changed, impossibly powerful—sent a fresh wave of nervousness through both of them.
Val looked down at their shredded clothes scattered across the ground, then at the distant thicket where the school bullies still lounged in their old hidden spot. She could hear their voices clearly now, thanks to super-hearing—laughing, mocking, unaware.
Matty followed her gaze, then shook his head. “Mamá… I don’t want to go down there. Not yet. I’m not ready for them to see us like this. Or for anyone to know.”
Val nodded slowly, the old protective instinct rising stronger than ever. “Me neither, mijo. We hide this. For now. We go home quietly. We figure out what to do next… together.”
They gathered the tattered remains of their clothes, tying the largest scraps around their waists like makeshift loincloths—comically insufficient on their massive frames, but enough to feel less exposed. Val picked up the cooler and blanket with one hand as if they weighed nothing. Matty took her free hand.
Without another word they rose into the air, flying low and fast just above the treetops, invisible to anyone below. The old beat-up Toyota waited where they had left it. They landed beside it, still holding hands, hearts pounding with a mixture of fear, excitement, and the first fragile buds of something darker and hungrier stirring beneath their shyness.
They would drive home the normal way—two quiet, polite people in an old car—while the gods they had become slept inside, waiting.
Or they can take their revenge on the bullies.
What do they do?
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