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reacted in unison, Emily's gravity powers stopped the pellets mid-flight while Billy's light blast smashed the gun to pieces in the boy's hand. The kid gasped in pain as the toy crumpled.
          "Are you serious?" Billy strode toward them like a madman now. He attempted to blast the other gun into a million pieces but Emily beat him to it, somehow controlling gravity to break the weapon down into is basic components and dropping the pieces on the ground.
          Billy stormed past the boys, scooped up the sheet and unwrapped it. A tiny dog's face, gray and brown with one ear sticking straight up and one flopping over lazily, popped out looking terrified and confused.
          "You were shooting a puppy?" Emily yelled. "I should dismantle you, you little monsters!"
          Billy cradled the dog in his arms like a baby with one arm and pointed his fingertips at the biggest boy. His hand glowed white, armed with an awaiting light blast ready to fire.
          "I . . . really, really want to give you a taste of your own medicine," Billy said. "I am so close to doing something I'm going to regret. Get the hell out of here."
          The boys tried to scoop up the remains of their pellet guns as they ran away.
          "Go!" Billy yelled in his deepest, harshest tone. "Get out! Go home! Get out!"
          The boys took off as a pack, running like their lives depended on it.
          "Your eyes are glowing again," Emily said.
          "Crap."
          We've talked about this, Billy. When you let your powers build up they manifest outwardly, Dude said.
          "Good," Billy said.
          "You talking to the alien?"
          "I'm talking to the alien."
          Billy looked at the puppy in his hand. His fur matted and filthy, he smelled awful. The dog rested his head against Billy's chest. "What's your name, little guy?"
          Small brown eyes stared back up at him.
          Dude, we have to keep him, Billy thought.
          We do not have time for sentimental —
          "We're keeping him," Billy said.
          "Good," Emily said. "I was hoping you'd say that."
         

 
     
     
    Chapter 6:
    The dying boy
         
         
          Caleb Roth had been dying since the day he was born.
          He arrived in this life early, small, weak, frail. This set the tone for the rest of his life, a boy whose immune system never wanted to stand up for him in a battle against any virus. Listless, thin, with papery hair and watery eyes, Caleb looked ill even in those rare times when he wasn't fighting off some sickness or another. Doctors could not figure out what was wrong with him.
          "He's just sickly," someone said to his mother when he was half-sedated in a hospital bed as a child.
          Just sickly. Just sick . . . Just weak.
          He overheard another doctor say to a nurse that in ancient times, someone like Caleb would never have survived childhood. It was Darwinism. The healthy survive, the sickly are weeded out. The doctor gave the impression that he believed some people should just lose their battle against Darwinian forces and exit the gene pool.
          Being sick was awful, but watching the toll on his parents was worse. He saw them spend vacation money on hospital visits, and understood more of their retirement savings trickled out the door with every new emergency room expedition.
          Caleb felt guilty. Children were supposed to be there for their parents, and he knew he would be a sickly burden the rest of their lives. He just simply could not get well.
          Which was why Caleb listened when a stranger entered his hospital room one night.
          Now, as Caleb made his way across the country, he thought about that man often. The promises made, to make him well, to make him strong. The lies. There had been so many lies.
          But one thing the man did say was true: they did make him