“Only you run at two point three miles per hour,” I tell him.
“Shush, I was being mean to you. You’re supposed to just stand there and take it and not deliver sass back to me.”
“I will deliver all of the sass back,” I say. “Excuse me while I go take a piss.” Now that I have safely brought Landon here, I will simply head back to the woods and figure out who I need to murder so they can never hurt my people again.
“Yeah?” Landon asks. “I will piss with you.”
“I do not feel like crossing streams with you today.”
“You act like you’d be interested on another day.”
“Perhaps.”
Landon’s face scrunches up. “No! You’re just going to run off.”
“I would never,” I say as I leave the room and rush off to the bathroom.
“He’s trying to escape, don’t let him! Lex, you stay and let us know if you hear anything,” Landon instructs before he and August follow me.
“Ooh, two men get to watch me take a piss. Isn’t this how a porno starts? Or do you have to hold it for it to count?”
“We’re not going to watch or hold it. We’re just going to hover around you,” Landon explains as I head into the bathroom and hurry toward a stall.
August slides in front of the stalls. “There are perfectly good urinals right there.”
“Yeah, but what if I have to take a shit?” I ask.
“You would have said that, then.”
“Nah, I’m too much of a gentleman,” I assure him.
“A gentleman is the last thing I would classify you as,” Landon says. “Now drop your pants and make it rain.”
“Hon,” August says.
“Too much?”
“Far too much.”
They wave to the urinals, so I head over to one and unzip my pants, hoping this will make them back off a bit.
“I don’t hear anything happening,” Landon comments.
“Deus Jr. is a bit shy with two men watching. What if just August watches?” I ask, well aware he’s the weaker of the two. Yes, he has super strength, yes, he can freeze time, but it’s limited. I’m also quite confident I could bully him better than Landon.
“August is only allowed to watch me pee,” Landon says.
“Yet you have him watching me now? Fine, then just Landon.”
I slide my finger into my pocket and pull a quarter out before I flick it so hard it strikes the window.
“What was that?” August asks as he immediately looks over at the window.
Quickly, I turn invisible and make a break for the door until August appears in front of me and practically clotheslines me after having frozen time long enough to locate me. After taking the arm to my throat, I use his own arm to redirect his momentum. I’ve found that even the best of fighters struggle to fight when they can’t see the person. I slip out of his grasp and rush through, dashing into the hallway. I’m confident he won’t freeze time too much; he wouldn’t want to use up his power on me when there’s a real enemy out and about.
I get all of ten steps before I feel this force grab me. The issue is, Landon doesn’t seem to know where to grab me with his power, so he ends up grabbing my pants which means that when I step forward, I don’t expect the lack of movement in my legs, causing me to flip forward and slam into the ground. My pants are torn down, and I look over at Landon as he whips my pants off with such force that they fly right into his hand.
“Well… that wasn’t what I planned to happen,” he says just as the nurse walks down the hallway and stops before the room we’d been waiting in.
