The Superhero's Origin (The Superhero's Son Book 5) Read Free

going to harm him while his back was turned, even though neither of us intended to even touch Grandfather. I was just amazed at how Grandfather knew who I was, even though I had never met him before and had never told him my secret identity.
    But Grandfather didn’t talk to me or Triplet as we walked. He seemed very interested in getting back into the mansion, though why, I didn’t know. Maybe he just didn’t like talking about this stuff outside or maybe he just wanted to sit down on a soft chair. He walked with a small limp, I noticed, which probably made it hard for him to stand.
    That was just one of the millions of questions I hoped to ask him when we got into the mansion. I had come here, after all, because Mom had told me about Grandfather and Grandmother. She had told me that Dad had cut off contact with them due to how they had treated him in his youth, but thought I should go and try to talk to them again now that Dad was dead. At the very least, I wanted to tell them that Dad was no longer alive, even if I did nothing else, since I wasn’t sure they knew about his death.
    Yet I hoped to do more than that. Mom had said that Dad’s parents knew more about Dad’s early years as a superhero than anyone. She had said she didn’t know much about them except that Grandfather had been interested in Dad’s powers. She had said that they might be able to help me understand my own powers better since he raised Dad; in particular, the new lightning bolt ability I had gained after I took that serum from Professor Hernandez a month ago. Professor Hernandez certainly hadn’t been able to help me understand it, even though he made the serum, because he had not planned for the serum to give me extra powers.
    Of course, this entire trip could end up being for nothing, because there was no guarantee that Grandfather or Grandmother knew the reason behind my suddenly gaining this new power. But hey, even if they don’t know, at least I’ll get to know them a bit more, given how I know practically nothing about them at the moment.
    We passed through the main gate at the back of the garden, which took us into the mansion’s main courtyard. We made our way up the short path that snaked through the courtyard to the wide front steps of the mansion, which were a bit taller than they first appeared. Grandfather didn’t seem to mind, however, because despite his age and his limp, he seemed pretty healthy, though I wondered why he and Grandmother lived so far away from the rest of civilization.
    When we reached the front doors, Emma opened them for us. Grandfather went in without looking at or thanking Emma, followed by me and Triplet, and then Emma closed the doors behind us.
    We emerged into a large, open parlor that felt old-fashioned to me. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling above us, while two staircases led up to the second floor, though I didn’t see anyone else up there. It was also a lot warmer in here than it was outside, although this place had an abandoned feeling to it, even though it looked clean and well taken care of. Maybe it was because it was so quiet; aside from the sounds of our footsteps on the floor, it was practically silent.
    “Emma, please show these two to the living room,” said Grandfather, gesturing at the living room that could be seen through the arch on the right side of the room. “I am going to go see if Jane is awake and will be down shortly to talk with them afterwards.”
    Emma bowed respectfully toward him and said, “Yes, Mr. Jason,” and then gestured for us to follow her. Although I wanted to see Grandmother, I nonetheless followed Emma with Triplet into the living room.
    The living room was fairly large, with lots of old books on built-in shelves and a large flat screen TV on the left side of the room. The living room also had a window showing the forest that surrounded the mansion, along with red curtains and a nook in which to sit and read a book. Emma led us over to the sofa,