By Joey_Destroyer_of_Worlds 2 Comments
"This is Joey Beckham, Superhero, what can I do you for?" He smiled as he said the words, as every day the Olympian seemed to come into the limelight more and more with each act of heroics. Indeed, this was the prime of his career, the real pinnacle of success, the cat's pajamas, the bees knees, the... "Wait, what'd you say?" Joey Beckham stopped, eyes growing wide as he began to register what he just heard.
"She just passed, man. They're cremating her in the morni-
He dropped the phone, and the sonic boom that was made from him taking to the skies sent the civilians flying back from where Joey had once stood. The skies were torn apart as he zoomed past, and in less than a second, he was there, shattering the window to the hospital, with Tom sitting in a room across from a series of nurses carrying away a hospital bed with a cloth over the body. Before anybody could see him, he summoned a bolt of lightning, which struck him and transformed him back into his teenage self.
"Wait!" He called out, but by then, the nurses were gone. Joey's eyes welled with tears, and he turned to Tom, who shook his head.
"I don't know, man, last night, she was fine..." Tom scratched the back of his neck, not sure how to handle the situation. Pamela Holt wasn't his mother... In fact, he was just told to check up on her every few weeks, to call Joey if things went bad. A way to repay the boy-god for saving Tom's cat. Now, Joseph Beckham ran down the hall, pursuing the nurses and calling after them. They didn't listen.
They hardly turned around. They pushed past some large double doors, and from there, medical staff stepped in front of Joey, telling him something about how he wasn't allowed back there. "You don't understand, that's my mom!" He yelled, attempting to push past them. But now, he wasn't a titan, strong and lean. He was a boy, wracked with emotions and tears painting his face as they trailed down his cheeks. "Mom!" He yelled, giving another big surge. But he was mortal, and weak.
The doctors weren't.
10 Minutes Later.
Now, Joey and Tom sat in front of the hospital, silent, except for Joey's weeping. Tom turned to him, eyes deep with concern. The older man didn't know Joey very well. Just the fact that he was a kid playing hero. But hopefully, that'd be enough to comfort him. He opened his mouth to speak, to give some words of solace, when Joey interrupted.
"Where're they taking her?" He sniffled, hugging his knees with his head buried deep in his hoodie.
Tom blinked once, before responding. "The morgue. Then, the crematory."
"She didn't wanna be cremated."
"Gothic's cemeteries's full. Nowhere else to put her." Tom looked down, tears welling up in his own eyes now. "They'll send the ashes to-"
Before Tom could finish, a bolt of lightning hit, and Joey was gone. The boy-god zoomed through the hospital, collected the body, and left, all within a blink of the eye. Zooming off into the skies above, Joey's mind raced. What am I going to do?! There's gotta be something... Mutants? There's gotta be a mutant somewhere, or some spell, or some...
She didn't want to be cremated. That was the first concern. But Joey didn't want her to die, period. And in his world, there had to be enough extraordinary talents to resurrect her.
He continued thinking, his brain coming up with new ideas every microsecond. Glancing down at his cold mother, Joey started crying again as he flew off to find answers. Embracing her closely, one final thought came to mind, as the Gothic rain began to fall.
I'm getting you back, Mom.
This might be crap writing, not sure, but Joey's got a new motivation.