That’s what I did to dear Natasha over there.”
“I’m not quite following,” I said “is this a part of our power?”
“Yes and no,” he said, being infuriatingly cryptic “what we can do is scientifically referred to as ‘Direct Motor Control’. XXX “Your grandfather is waiting for us inside,” she said, touching my shoulder gentle so I that moved towards the carved wooden doors almost involuntarily. “You look a little young to remember them,” she said, looking curiously at me. I slide across the bed, trying not to wake her and made my way over to a small door off to the side of the room. “Well yeah,” I said, settling in to the chair opposite him “Natasha was quite, um, how you can say…”
“A full blown hellcat?” prompted my grandpa, smiling again. In fact I was quite certain that he wanted to know more about what was happening to me. I leaned down and buried my
