Mom Knows!!(Bored 2)

I woke up the next day to more of the sun on me. Feeling more refreshed and stress free. This feeling only lasted until my mother walked in with an aura of death.

"Charles. You wouldn't have happened to be playing with knives last night would you. No, my little boy wouldn't do such a terrible thing." All I could think was, 'Oh, shit and how did she find out.' All I could do was plead innocent and abuse my cuteness. "I would never." She nodded her head then left with the words, "That's what I thought, after all Charles is a good little boy."

Well, shit she knows what I was up to at 5. At least she didn't find any blood on any of the knives. I have to investigate the fact that the sharp end of the blade bounced off of my skin and I'm a toddler. My skin is way more fragile than an adult so it totally should have been cut by one of the knives.

How? I have no fucking idea. I'd like to ride a bike and fall from it to see what happens. If the asphalt breaks my skin or if my skin is fine and it causes a giant pothole.

And I know that Americans which I assume my parents are because of their accent are known for being stupid and not so responsible. Especially with guns. But that doesn't mean they aren't careful with their kids, so they probably won't let me onto a bike as again I am a toddler. All I have to do is to find out what I can do with my powers. And my parents' powers to find out what potential I have.

Maybe a tricycle. If I ask for on from mom or dad, I could have one. I could go around the house in a puppet costume. I don't care if that's fucked up. I just wanna do it. I'm going to do whatever I want to. No matter the moral implications. But I'm not that evil, I swear.

With the plan set I walk up to mom, who I think is a stay-at-home mom, or she's working remote, not sure. Anyway, I walked up to mom and asked, "Hey Mom. I wanna tricycle. She looked at me with love. "I'll see what I can do," She responded.

I flew out of her office with a little smile on my face, knowing that I'll probably get the tricycle. As I left the room she called Dad. She pulled her phone to her ear. "Hal, we have to get little Charles a tricycle." "Laura what? Why? Where is this coming from?" "He asked for one, probably seeing it on TV or something." "Sure, I'll get the tricycle when coming home from work. How does that sound?" "Great. Okay love you by." "Love you." Then she hung up.

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After talking to Mom, I started to fly around the house again to find out where everything is and the layout of the house. I found more knives than thought about finding out how durable I am, but Mom will find out somehow.

Literally all that I have learned about my new life is being a toddler sucks, I can fly and am a little more durable than a normal baby or maybe even a person.

Later in the day dad came home from work with a tricycle in one hand with a ribbon in between the handlebars. "Here you go," he said with a massive grin on his face. He placed the bike on the ground, like he was handling a baby and was something he could break easily. I picked up the bike without trying to. It felt as if it weighed nothing.

Mom and Dad saw the joy on my face as I found out about my new super-strength. Mom and Dad started to clap together in happiness about something. "Mom, Dad, why are you clapping?" "You have inherited some of my super strength and maybe some other things," Dad told me in joy.

Mom asked, "Do you feel anything with your eyes? Anything you can do with them?" I never really focused on my eyes at all or any other body parts. It's still overwhelming that I am in a new world with a new body.

"What do you mean focus on my eyes? Like focus on seeing better?" "Kind of sweetie. You take any type of light and absorb it because it feels nice, then you release any of that energy through the eyes. It's really hard to explain. Then for x-ray vision you must focus hard. At least for me."

So, I started to focus on the nice white carpet. Extremely hard and it started to become fuzzy, and I started to see through it all. Getting to the pipes then further and further and down. Being mesmerized by every single pebble beneath the pipes reaching lava, then back to dirt, then to Chinese architecture, then further, but I was pulled out by Mom tapping on my shoulder.

"What happened? What did you see." "Just the pipes," I lied. "Mom how do you release your laser eyes?" I asked enthusiastically. "Just release the energy." I looked at her in confusion and she coughed in embarrassment. "Sweetie, I really don't know how to explain it other than to release the energy out of your eyes."

Then, I started to look at the floor again and focused on things that were hot and thought about games that I played with lasers in. Solar Smash, err like, Star Wars. And I channeled it all into my eyes and shit myself getting no result. And in anger and humiliation of my baggy dipper lasers shot out of my eyes with anger and I ended up cutting the floor and wall. I set some of the carpet on fire due to the heat. Turning the white carpet black.

A/N - Gimme stones because I want them. So if you have them please give them to me. Thanks, love you and peace.