Part 2: So I Resurrected My Parents

Do you still remember about me having this mind blowing super power pulling out stuff out from pictures and visual graphic? Well this the continuation part. So, I accidentally revived my parents from an old photo that my grandad hid from me. Not really accidentally, I resurrected them on purpose. Come on, don’t act like you don’t understand me. They’ve been gone for like, I don’t know twenty years and I missed them so much. But now they’re here. In front of me. But there’s something different about them now. Skin pale, eyes staring at me cold blooded and they’re totally black in colour. So I walked to hug my mother, but then she made a move. I stood still. She flew me out to the wall with an air punched! My head felt dizzy. I looked at her again. She has that creepy smirked on her face. Then my father’s turn. He stood in front of my mother while doing something with his palm. My dad’s hands seemed smokey, only that I realized he was creating a fireball. And guess what? He happily threw out the fire balls towards me in succession. Lucky I am good in running away and dodging attacks. I used to fight with my grandad when he was drunk. Pan, spoon, fork, glasses, plate all flew towards me, I excellently dodged them and put my grandad to sleep by smashing his head with his beer bottle.

Grandad was right. I made a big grave mistake. I tried to put my parents back inside the picture. But it was all too late. They lost interest with me, look out through the window and fly outside. Like seriously? They could fly? I have no other choice but to race with them, sealed them and everything back to normal. I brought along my book that I named “A Book of Million Pictures.” I couldn’t fly, so with my super power, I took out a picture of Jet F-16 and hell yeah I’m getting ready to rumble!

Okay. So. I just landed my Jet on top one of the building in Times Square, New York. And wow I saw my parents excitedly playing tornado and fireworks down there. I need to get down fast. Nope I don’t need stairs or elevator I jumped from the 50 storey building, with my book in my hand and summoned thousands of fluffy balls where I dropped down landed. I gotta tell you, that was really fun! But geez, it’s not time to tell that. The public are running away scattered all over the place, women screaming, children crying. There were policemen shooting repetitively towards my parents. It’s like whoa, are you gonna let your parents being shot? Well of course no! But this time an exception. My parents was no longer my parents I knew back then. Those policemen were trying so hard to shoot at my parent, I was totally stunned! No, not because of the policemen but my parents, my mother shot multi air bullets from her fingers with an air shield around her. My dad has a heat vision now, and released a huge range of plasma shock waved around him. Holy s***! Where the heck was Superman when I really need him now. I’ve got no choice, I created this messed. I resurrected them. It’s my responsibility to end it now. Oh, grandad I’m so sorry I didn’t listen to you! Mom, Dad, I’m sorry to wake you up but your son will put you guys back to sleep.