Movie Reviews: Hitman, Freaks, Super Detention, and The Magic Kids

I get niggles (yes, actually a word!) in my brain when I don’t read for a while. It’s usually the worst on Friday nights, but I’ve been hitting the books pretty hard this tax season so the niggles that have been growing and growing are just demanding to be transported away in a story. They wanted to WATCH a story; be totally passive and absorb someone else’s opus.

(niggle as a noun means: a trifling complaint, dispute or criticism; niggle as a verb means: cause slight but persistent annoyance, discomfort, or anxiety)

(opus is either a collection of musical compositions OR any artistic work, especially one on a large scale)

This is a challenge because I don’t have a television nor cable, nor did I really want to commit the time and money to go to a theatre, but yesterday (Friday … always a Friday), went looking for a TV show to watch. Even five years ago, that was possible on many of the network websites (like SyFy), but now they are all behind cable sign-up paywalls. I finally found tubi.com, and then proceeded to watch four movies back-to-back. Hopefully satisfying the niggles for a while.

While watching, my inner editor did not go passive. She was mostly turned off, but every now and again she went – “oh, that is good!” And this morning while waking up, she started going – “and this is bad.”

Below are my Movie Reviews for the four movies I watched. They were all genre action-oriented. I made sure to choose recent movies (within a decade) to help keep my finger on what is happening NOW. The Reviews are more an editing, tearing apart the story to see what makes it tick than the normal is it a good movie.

Hitman: Agent 47 (2015, rated R)

The establishing scene shows a hitman competence while a voiceover gives us an infodump. Hitman is based on a series of video games so for the dates getting dragged into the movie, the infodump fills them in quickly. Lots of glossy action, quickly to get you hooked. Hitman definitely meets genre writing expectations of dumping you in the middle of the action. At the end of the scene, the goal of the movie is established in big clear letters: find the girl and she will lead you to the creator. The Hitman needs to do this before the bad guys who want to reactivate the Hitman Project.

Next scene introduces the “girl”. Throughout the movie she continues to be referred to as the “girl”. (When the movie was released, Hannah Ware was thirty-two. My fingers are pinching the bridge of my nose right now. Big Sigh.) The daughter of the geneticist who created the Hitman Project, Katia is looking for the father who abandoned her. Her “normal” is established next (the Hitman’s normal was the action-pack opening scene). Katia is in a repository of knowledge trying to find clues. She talks with another woman.

Editing brain kicked in. Great – a woman-to-woman scene … and we are only talking about a man. (Another sigh.) Bechdel Test fail.

(Bechdel Test – To pass the Bechdel test, an fictional opus (usually a movie, but the test can be applied to books as well) must feature (a) at least TWO women, (b) the women must talk to each other, and (c) their conversation must concern something other than a man.)

The Bechdel Test is not a hard one – a movie or book can be 90% male characters, just so long as it has two female characters talking to each other about anything other than a male. How hard can that be? In 2022, 30% of all movies (45 of 153 movies on the Bechdel website) still fail the test even after being created in 1985 (https://bechdeltest.com/?list=all).

Back to the movie, this morning I scrambled in my head for any other women in this movie. We have the mother on the elevator with her husband and child; we have the woman Katia bumped into to steal her medicine, and we have Agent 47 handler. So five women in the entire movie. Elevator woman and medicine woman are “sword carriers”, scenery people. There might have been a couple more scenery women, but nearly everyone in the Hitman was male.

This is likely related to the original source material being a shooter assassin story centering around Agent 47. The target audience was male and the target audience for the movie were fans of the game, so again male.

We never see Agent 47 take off his shirt, or, if so, I didn’t notice. He takes off his jacket so we see his guns sometimes. Katia, on the other hand, goes swimming in a bikini, changes into a ribbed white shirt with no bra so her nipples show, has her undressing and the camera staying in the room, etc. Yes, it was noticeable and annoying. Why? Because Katia was the ONLY person in the entire movie sexualized. And they kept calling her “girl” … grrrr.

Aside from the Bechdel Test failure, the other Editing Mind moment was admiring the scenery. The location scout for Hitman did an outstanding job, using Berlin and Singapore for a glossy, shiny backdrop, with just enough dirty and dim to make the tech-shine that much brighter. The scene in the arboretum is outstanding location-wise – a combination of Gardens by the Bay, The Cloud Forest, and the OCBC skywalk. I also loved the scene cut to the subway. Again, glossy and yet darker for being underground (with the required fight around trains).

Takeaways from the movie:

  • Be aware of the limitations of the source material.
  • When writing a book, choose locations that fit the material.
  • Watch out for sexualizing when it is not needed, or if you want the flesh pop & sizzle, give male and female equal time in the risqué viewing.

For action, Hitman: Agent 47 clicks all the tick boxes. For visuals, really clean, crisp and easy to see.

Freaks (2018, rated R)

Let’s check off the Bechdel test right off the bat. Freaks totally, totally passes. It helps that the main character is a seven-year-old female, Chloe. She talks to her mother, the child across the street (Harper), the mother of the child across the street (Nancy Reed), the girls at a slumber party, and also the special agent hunting the Freaks. Being so young, Chloe is an extreme narcissist, everything is about her. Yes, sometimes she cares about her dad, but mostly it is all about her: her wants and her needs. That being said, of the characters listed on the imdb (https://www.imdb.com/title/tt8781414/), 11 of the 17 (64%) are male. All the “sword carriers” are male.

The location scout wasn’t quite as out of the ballpark as Hitman, but the outside of the home where Chloe and her father are squatting, is beautifully rundown. The sets for inside the house fit well.

What hit the Editing Brain on this one was the beautiful integration of the backstory. Everything was seamless. No info dumps to be found, but you can get everything from contextual clues.

The first time the backstory made me sit up and go “wow” was going past the TV, where the anniversary of the loss of Dallas (or was it Detroit?) is shown. It’s easy enough to put together superpowers needing to hide with the destruction of a major city to understand what happened. And any adult would understand the fallout from there. A seven-year-old, not so much.

A little less pretty in its integration, is Chloe being indoctrinated by her grandfather into certain actions and then her mirroring those actions later. Chloe, as a child, models her behavior off of those around her, and she is a quick learner. Her father would have been better off raising Chloe among other children, so she would have seen compassion, compromise, and care-giving modeled instead of just hiding, fear, and demands. Back to the circle of action: someone doing an action, then Chloe doing it. It was too exact in the modeling; unlike the backstory smoothly revealed, the learning to kill then killing was a club to the head. But very Hollywood in the mirror aspect, and acceptable for the genre. Just disappointing given how well done the other reveals were.

Having a story anchored on a child is never easy, especially a young one, but the actress who played Chloe is Lexy Kolker and has been acting since she was a toddler. She deservingly got a lot of recognition for her efforts in this role; she has been in nine movies and four TV series. (https://www.imdb.com/name/nm7652057/?ref_=tt_cl_t_5) The limitations on hours, and with nearly every scene centered around her, made a lot of the reaction shots be done in extreme closeup. That way for the adult reactions, Lexy wouldn’t have needed to be on set. As a minor between six and nine, she is limited to six hours, with one hour of rest and recreation required. (https://tophollywoodactingcoach.com/2012/08/work-hours-for-minors-in-the-entertainment-business-2/) Basically a good director would shoot everything for her in the long distance, and all her closeups, and then send her home with her parent/guardian (who also has to remain on set the entire time she is present). The adult actors then get to do more long hours once the child has left.

As with Hitman, Freaks does an opening scene to define the “normal” for the characters. In Freaks, I think it ran a little long – but the screenwriter and director worked so hard on Show Don’t Tell, and that always takes longer. Voiceover cuts down on establishments scenes, for the Hitman. Freaks instead has to take the time to show us and let us figure things out.

For example, we see the father cry a blood tear and he tells his daughter to tell him if she ever starts leaking blood from her eyes. We also see him cough a lot. And this “bong” effect. None are explained directly. As we go on, we learn that using the powers make blood tears, and if you really push your powers, you might end up in coughing fits. We discover how long and how the father kept his child safe; how much he pushed his powers. But all of that comes from inference, no one turns to face the screen and goes “When one uses the powers, one cries red tears.”

One way to bring out how important this is, we inference from watching the hypervigilance of the normal humans and their immediate, crazed reactions to seeing blood running from eyes. The combination of the loss of a city and how really powerful everyone with powers actually is, makes the overwhelming reaction by the normals understandable, and yet, still horrific. Again, SHOWN how this works, not TOLD.

We, the watchers of the movie, discover the mother being alive, how the family across the road get roped into things, the ice cream truck. Everything is this wonderful Show Don’t Tell reveal method throughout the movie.

I think part of it is we are seeing and understanding everything from the child’s point of view. She isn’t being told things; she is discovering them. And each new reveal rocks her world – and changes her emotions. She loves her father and hates him, wants a mother but angry when she isn’t loved immediately. Every emotion is out there and flips fast. For a seven-year-old, the emotions are matching action – but in an adult, we would have been like “you can’t change this fast”.

Takeaways form the movie:

  1. Backstory integration can be seeded throughout.
  2. Point of View (POV) can drive how the story is presented.
  3. Make sure any heavy-handed tropes match the genre expectation.

Slower than most of the recent blockbuster superpower stories, this movie delivers everything from unique powers to strong worldbuilding to believable characters. It strays a breath into the horror genre.

Super Detention (2016, TV-PG)

After two movie theatre movies, I switch to a “Disney” show. Basically teenagers with silly adults. Why do we make children movies with incompetent adults? Is it because we can’t have children realize that adults can’t protect them all the time, so we have to make the movies be pure farce? Kids today face active shooter drills, they can handle a little less farce in their life.

Bechdel Test is easier when you have an ensemble cast. The six supers in detention are three females and three males. Two of the females have a “cat fight” … yes, the males call it that while it is happening (fingers pinch nose again). But that fight counts as meeting the Bechdel Test.

Now let’s dig a little deeper. One of the three females sleeps most of the movie – she ends up being integral to resolving the Big Bad situation, but is kept quiet, to the side, before the big reveal. Her underutilization is sad, but I understand her power is needed for the surprise twist.

Therefore, the main cast is two women and three men. They split up the large team often into two groups – one female in a group of two, and one female in a group of three. The bad guys are made up of a lead bad guy, and his female support assistant, and bodyguards of two males and one female. (Again the two to three ratio.) The adult support of a male principal and a male superintendent continues the lean into the preference for male roles.

Other character comments. In Hitman, no real people of color are shown even though set in Singapore. In Freaks, two cops were of color – basically sword carriers. In Super Detention, we have one of the main five, a female be of African descent, and the secret weapon female is Latino. Everyone else, especially those higher in the political totem pole, are white, and usually male. I don’t think Liv and Lunam actually talk to each other – so the PoC Bechdel test is not passed, but this is the first of the three movies where it was even possible.

(PoC Bechdel Test – this I made up, it’s basically the same as Bechdel, only its (a) two PoC appear in a movie; (b) they talk to each other; (c) about something other than white people.)

More caricature than characters, especially the adults, the acting is very made-for-TV-movie level. The plot is simple and straight forward.

Now on to the Editing Brain. The constant clapping in the auditorium made no sense, and all the children willing to stay there from the beginning of school to nightfall without food or bathroom breaks is more of a fantasy.

We had a full moon hitting at sunset – Yay! Correct timing with that.

We had isolation of the school actually making sense (though the parents not coming to get their kids when school ended didn’t). That is one of the challenges of writing a story where the children have to be the heroes; why aren’t the parents doing their thing? Why are the adults not helping? This movie explained it adequately. A bit of a fantasy level in isolation, especially in an age of cell phones and every classroom wired for wi-fi, but I’m willing to spend a belief coin on that.

(Belief Coins – I’ve used this term in the past within my blog, but for those new, basically it is the amount of good will you have with your readers to break outside the “normal” but to keep the story “true” and “real”. Depending on the genre, some things are cheaper. For example, in a romance “love-at-first-sight-and-instant-trust” is one coin. But in a mystery, it might be five or six. You got a finite amount to spend. So in the genre of children-in-danger-but-saving-the-day, defining why adults aren’t part of the save usually is only one belief coin. The non-stop clapping and the children staying still for hours with just one person guarding them, and no one killed or injured to convince them to stay put, that was more like three or four coins in this farce – and in a thriller, I wouldn’t have accepted it at all.)

The superpowers had a nice mix to them, and each had an occasion to shine. I really enjoyed Déjà vu as a character, because even with all his multiplying power, his true strength was political (not tactical) leadership. He knows how to play the game at a level equal to the adults in his life; yes, Déjà vu made some mistakes, he is still a kid, but you can see him winning governor twenty years down the line.

Bad continuity included burning the edge of the table and the next scene, it is fine. Just keeping that damage in would have been great, but likely the “broken firey scar” was just CGI and they didn’t keep it going. One plus to writing rather than video storytelling, you don’t have to worry about a CGI budget.

Another CGI mistake was when the puppet master, who kept her hand up correctly for it, didn’t have the line to the character’s head she was controlling.

Really the CGI creators on this one sucked. I can handle bad CGI, but when it breaks continuity, that is on the CGI company and the director.

The one scene (aside from the bad continuity), that made my Editing Mind sit up, is when Principal Hughes uses his powers. A level one, he locks and unlocks things. We first see it in action when he locks the kids in detention and no one can leave. When the bad-guy minions attack him, and he locks them in position, the power really starts taking off. And it’s important in the final scene. With all the pieces in place, I figured out what was going to happen the minute I saw the principal on stage all tied up. That part was good storytelling.

One theme for the movie is everyone has an ability, and they are all worthwhile.

All the powers are needed to get to the Final Confrontation, and nearly all are needed to actually win the battle.

The movie has several expected beats – breaking up of the party, the individuals failing (and succeeding), the villain monologue, the big fight at the end, the VERY quick ending tying up everything (including the clever use of Déjà vu against the superintendent).  And, of course, the establishment scenes at the beginning to show the “normal”. These scenes do double duty of (a) showing each power in action, (b) defining what drives each character, and (c) setting all the students aside in detention.

For the location, the school is brightly lit, colorful, and open. Clothing/costumes of the main group work well individually, but not as good together (three dark and three light in the final scene actually looked bad enough to make me notice and wince).

The pattern to filming scenes was fairly clear – the long time in the auditorium was likely a single day shoot – don’t need to pay that many actors for more than a day. I would say this movie shoot took a week, maybe two, with another week or two for CGI. When you are kicking out movies to TV, you can’t spend a lot of time on each. Just like a TV show takes a week, a two-hour movie needs to take two.

Takeaways from the movie:

  • Continuity is important. Don’t break things unless they are going to stay broken. Especially when they are a plot point.
  • Make superpowers visible whenever possible, and show their versatility as well.
  • Have Powered people be more than their powers; show their strengths and weaknesses outside of the power.
  • For Young Adult, make the locations be generic, for Adults, make them far-flung. This way the children can put themselves in the story, and adults can escape. (Comparison of Detention to Hitman)
  • Make sure things are believable whenever possible, so that when you have to break that guideline, you got the belief coins to spend. Even in a farce.

Super Detention is a farce superhero school story in the made-for-TV Disney tradition. It’s a good watch and forgettable entertainment.

The Magic Kids: Three Unlikely Heroes (2020, foreign)

Filmed in Germany, Die WolfGang was released first in Germany and Austria and is based on a book series by Wolfgang Hohlbein. The version I watch was dubbed into English and renamed for the American audience.

I tried watching another foreign movie Friday night which had subtitles, but I wasn’t interested in reading, just watching. I enjoyed the dubbed for the most part, but sometimes the words and the lips didn’t match up.

Two of the movies I watched were translations from other mediums, Hitman and The Magic Kids, and the other two were original productions. Changing mediums means that while you get a plus from a ready-made audience, you have to meet the expectations of that audience. Meaning, you can’t change the characters too far from what they originally appeared to be in the other medium.

The first thing that struck my Editing Brain was how painfully close Magic Kids tried to match the Harry Potter format for certain visuals, down to the red-headed boy. The school’s principal was a flamboyant witch. And the three “best friends” (note the period of the movie is less than three days, the BFF vibe grabbed a belief coin or two from my purse) are two boys and one girl.

So onto the Bechdel Test. The main family unit is a father-and-son, most of the talking is between them. The bad guy has a female assistant. The red-head child has a mother and father. And I *think* the female friend has a mother-and-father set, but we never really interact with them. We do see Faye initially with her two BFF female friends, but they are little more than sword-carriers and quickly turn on her when she has a problem and drops in popularity. The talking of the fairy set vs. the pig set clearly show the preference of male speaking parts. When the fairies do talk to each other, it is about helping a boy.

I don’t think there is a scene where two females talk to each other for real. Again the lack of main female parts preclude that, and the fact most bit parts, like the bicyclist, are written for male actors doesn’t help. (A quick fix would have been make the constable or the custodian-mentor be female.)

Again, we see the ratio skewed to the male. One in three  of the children group are female (vs. the two in five for the teens in Detention). In all the movies but Freaks, the Big Bad was male and if they had a female in the mix, she was a loyal assistant. Freaks, the Big Bad was the system, but the face of the system was a female agent trying to capture the child – though NONE of the other people in the system interacting with the female agent was female: not cops or the TV reporter.

Big take away from movie night – more women in stories are needed at every level; we writers got to start writing stories about women for all ages. And be aware the ratio of male to female in the world is 1:1 – fifty percent of the characters in movies should be female, and not just mothers and assistants. In addition, females shouldn’t just be defined in their relationship to males. The ratio shouldn’t 33% to 40% among the lead characters. We as creators needs to change this, whether writing novels to be made into movies, creating the screenplay, making video games, or directing television show and movies. It’s up to us to make representation matter.

(Related: People of Color – really!!!! They need this even more than women. Though statistically, the split is less obvious.)

After the limited people and costumes in the last three movies, the expansive sets chocked full of people in costumes, really hit me. They would have had three days of shooting I think, maybe one, if they moved fast, because that was a lot of makeup and costume. One is the initial scene arriving to town, one is the school auditorium when the seven years are being check in, and finally is the watching the solar eclipse scene. A producer wouldn’t want to pay for all that makeup and costume work more than once; they had a tight schedule for a few days on the shoot.

Speaking of the solar eclipse, my Editing Brain loved seeing a sliver of the moon in the one night still going “yay, not a full moon”. But this morning, when I added the solar eclipse in the mix I went Double Yay! Because the next day within the story was the solar eclipse, and that can only happen on nights of the New Moon. They got the moon cycles right, and that hardly ever happens.

The thing I would fix for this movie is make the father scenes less farce. I understand the “there is no danger here” vibe they were going for the children book remake, but I would have really loved to see the father be … better? I guess. He is a single dad, a three-hundred year old vampire. Make him more … well, more.

Again, one of the big things when children have to be the heroes, is how to dump adult support. In this movie, the children all had good relationships with their parents. Parents who didn’t always understand them, but always supported them. When the children figured out enough to clearly articulate the issue to the parents, they agreed to go and tell the adults – splitting up to head home. Then the moment that made my Editing Brain go “Wow!” with magic sparkles is the Reverse Curse spell, making the children say the opposite of what they want.

Instead of “There is a great danger” out comes “Everything is fine and I’m fine.”

Beautiful (sniff).

The children couldn’t tell the adults. They wanted to, they turned to them, but they couldn’t.

The presentation of that issue was farce, but the dealing with the fallout wasn’t.

The isolation was well done and spent NO belief coins. I was really impressed. The isolation from adults added to the danger, was integrated into the story, and had only a minuscule info dump needed to pull it off.

The scene I would have fixed is when dad showed up (late) to rescue the children from fighting the big bad, I wouldn’t have made that part a farce. He had scratches – I would have made the damage more … that he fought tooth and nail to be there for his son and his son knows it. But then, I’m not a fan of farce. The world is both much more scary and more amusing than most main-stream producers of entertainment present.

Takeaways from the movie:

  • When isolating children for YA hero setup, try to integrate the isolation into the story.
  • Get the science right.
  • You can make a movie with a ton of magic while spending very little belief coins, if you make the characters real.

That last one is key to this movie. The three main characters are believable pre-teens. When faced setbacks, there is an amazing transition scene with each of them crying in bed – turning over (and transitioning to the next child). They think about running away. They make friends and face their fears.

The only farce aspects with the children is when manifesting their magic – especially the werewolf and the vampire. A lot of the adult interaction is farce, but very little of the children interaction is.

Summing Up

I think my brain was right in wanting to watch rather than read, and I’m hoping the niggles back off, because I can’t do this too often.

I did learn a lot about storytelling last night.

Flash: Sleeper Agent

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I keep my head down beside my sleeping coworkers, cursing quietly in my mind. Our new boss is a mentalist. Fuck, fuck FUCK! No wonder O’Connell sold the startup for a song. We all had thought he had caved because the new release had been pushed back until after Christmas.

The Sleeper stood behind Emily, caressing her long blond hair, adjusting her thoughts to be more accepting of the new direction to take our app development Kingsley had announced. And maybe a little more. I had seen how he had looked at her when the powered started the meeting.

What to do before he got to me, the project manager for Boundless and unregistered powered.

I don’t have a clue. I know I’m a neutral, because my brother can’t burn me. He’s a minor pyro – like can create a single flame about the size of a match – and I think the only registered pyro in existence not dragged off immediately to become a solider, but with his eyes, bottle caps glasses are the kindest description, spaghetti muscles, and limited powers, what would they do with him? Me, powers don’t work on me, but it won’t be obvious until the asshole touches me. I’m as much a nerd as my brother and have similar lack of muscles, so punching his lights out isn’t an option.

Jason is getting the treatment now, whatever it is. One more body between me and him. Time to make a decision.

(words 245; first published 3/12/2023, from a FB visual prompt for a writing group I belong to – aiming for 50 words

Flash: Performance Anxiety

Image by Erik McClean on Unsplash

“Behold two houses, alike in dignity.” The Performer hovered midair, holding his victims inches above the asphalt on the lowest level of the car port. “That is to say, they have none. So hero, which one will you rescue, your sister or your wife?”

(words 44; first published 11/30/2023 – created based on a visual prompt for a Facebook writer’s group, aim is about 50 words)

Flash: Come Home Part Two

Okayama castle – Photo by Lucas Calloch on Unsplash

CHAPTER ONE (Sammi POV)

I followed Heir through the turns of the building. The centuries had shaped the ancestral fortress of the Watanabe clan into a warren mix of stone, wood, and paper; fire and earthquakes left scars, hopes and dreams built rooms. Thirteen years ago, I knew this crazy labyrinth better than my parents five-room rental. I inhaled deeply at different turns, sandalwood incense in one point, the musty moist and rotting wood in an area not in use, the smell of green, flowers, and life from the overgrown gardens I witnessed on the drive up. The flour and pastry sweet smells of the baking kitchen and the meaty, greasy scents of the roasting kitchen. Every now and again I caught Heir’s scent of clean and sweat, weapon oil and workout room sawdust. We avoided the one set of stairs that always creaked and shook, and ending up going down to go up again. Two switchbacks later and we arrived at what I always internally called the throne room though no throne was in the room.

It was where Hyuga held his court while I here, and evidently still did. The low table in front of him was covered in neat stacks of papers and journals. On one side sat Katei, his favorite aide, a few more scars and wrinkles, but good to see the old man survived the last decade. He slipped me many a dumpling growing up. On the other side Makiko, Heir’s mother and widow of Hyuga’s only legitimate son. The glare she sent as I entered behind her son let me know she still hated my existence.

The churning baby snake inside my belly gained friends. The first was for Heir, as soon as I came in the front door. Nothing like facing a trained killer. The new one wiggled oily beside and around it for Makiko. Hyuga had his own, but laid fully formed, raising its hooded head slowly.

The clan head was like me. Or I was like him. Fully formed.

My eyes rested once more on Heir’s back. Poor innocent murderer.

I slipped past the man-child and dropped to my knees in front of the table. Setting aside my jump bag, my only luggage brought from America, I bowed my head to the floor hoping my spine wouldn’t crack. “Grandfather.”

“Sammi, it is good to see you.”

I raised up slowly, and my twenty-seven-year-old body moved smoothly until I was properly situated on my ankles. Since receiving the letter, I been practicing that move. I kept up on many of the skills I learned while in this house as best I could, but day-job, marriage, hiding, and living in an entirely different culture didn’t leave a lot of time. “Thank you for inviting me to visit, Grandfather.”

“It wasn’t an invite.” The old man’s stone face did not give anything away.

I bowed my head slightly, not giving an inch, except what elder respect demanded.

“Just a reminder, this is your home.” He tilted his head to the side studying me. “Your family has missed you.”

“And I have missed them.” I said in unexpectedly good Japanese, before smiling and shallowly nodding at Katei, a member of a cadet branch of the clan and below my adoptive status. Then I stitched together a genuine smile and deeper nod for Makiko since I knew how much she hated my extreme deference to her. The politer I was, the more in the wrong she felt. The fact I ranked with her children, higher than her oldest two sons, raised her momma bear claws since I took the clan oath on my thirteenth birthday. But to feud with a child, the disconnect must eat at her honor.

My cell phone ringing sent a blush racing up from my neck to the top of my head, and down to mid-chest. I managed to suppress the natural American dive for the dratted device and remained motionless.

The old man face did not crinkle at the edges with anger, instead he smiled, with gentle lip and just a bit of teeth showing, “You will want to get that.”

What have you done, old man? I tried to keep my face from reacting, but I know some leaked through from lack of practice. In America, my face is unreadable, but here? I am an open book. I opened my bag and pulled out the phone.

Hai?”

After a moment’s pause, as the cell bounced off the satellite and back again across the ocean, a man’s voice came on the other end, “Hello, this is Detective McAllen, with the Fairfield Police am I speaking with a Samantha Pressley Nelson?”

Oops, I need to switch to English. “Yes.” The snakes in my stomach remained as the bottom dropped out. I glared at my adopted grandfather, knowing exactly what he had done. His lips turned completely up in satisfaction.

“I was wondering if you could come in.”

I glanced sideways where Heir stood at the ready. Well played, old man. “I’m sorry, but I am in Japan at the moment.”

“Oh.” I heard some clicks on the computer. “Could you tell me where you were at 9:28 am pacific time?”

“Somewhere over the Atlantic. Hang on a moment.” I pulled out my ticket and read off my flight and seat number. “May I ask what this is about?” I knew exactly what it was about. Hyuga removing obstacles.

“I’m sorry to say, but your husband died this morning. We would like you to come in and identify the body.”

“It’s a bit of a jump to do that.”

“I understand.” The man paused. “May I say you are taking this very well.”

Right, I need to be the distraught widow or be guilty. And the information I was about to provide put me high on any list the detective had. I was very fortunate to have an iron-clad alibi, almost like I had a fairy godfather with a global criminal organization who could time a murder down to the minute. “We were divorcing, in fact I signed the final papers just before leaving the country and they were to be filed with the courts tomorrow. If you need someone to identify the body, you might want to ask Babs or it might be Hazel now. I lost track of the people he is sleeping with now that one of them isn’t me.”

“Actually, it is Jess and she found the body.” There was a grumble and clearing of the throat. “He was shot in the back of the head multiple times and the face is missing. She is under sedation and cannot identify the body, but the fingerprints match.”

“Oh, Jess. Right. I met her. One of the data entry people at Linus’ workplace.” Oh, that child is going to need therapy. Babs could have handled the body, but not Jess. “If you want, I can identify the body over the phone.”

“What do you mean, take pictures and send them?” The detective sounded affronted.

Grandfather looked pleased, as close to laughing as he gets. Makiko leaned forward, interested at my suppressed squirming. Katei was typing texts to someone on his phone. Meanwhile, my soon-to-be-husband, now that I am a poor widow instead of a sparkling divorcee with a mess in her past, rocked a little. I wish I could see his face better. I wonder if he had any idea what was happening.

“No. I was married to the guy nearly ten years, right out of high school.” I needed the camouflage from the normal. I should have chosen better. “I know his body pretty well. We can start with the brown mole on the inside of his left elbow. On his left shoulder on the back, about a hand’s width in and two fingers down is a red mole, looks a little like a car.”

“Wait a second, I’m calling up the autopsy photos now.” The clicks happened again. “Got it. Red mole, yep.”

“Okay, right foot this time, his two middle toes next to the big toe is webbed to the first joint.” And now the kicker, because with me around these just don’t happen.  “And he doesn’t have any noticeable scars. And if he has any tattoos, they would be very, very new.”

“I must say, this is a very likely your husband.” The detective cleared his throat. “I am sorry for your loss.”

“Oh, trust me,” May as well, since I would be on the suspect list long after this became a cold case. I trusted Grandfather to use one of his better assassins for family. No one would be solving this one. “It isn’t a loss at all.”

“Humpf.”

“My host is telling me he will be sending a lawyer to help answer any questions and start processing the estate.”

Hyuga raised an eyebrow at that, but Katei nodded and held up two fingers. “Sorry, two lawyers.”

“Who is your host?”

Now we see if the Detective spent anytime in the organized crime division. “Hyuga Watanabe.”

“Oh.” I swear the man squeaked. That would be a yes to organized crime. “How.” The detective coughed. “How do you know him?”

“Friend of the family from when I used to live in Japan as a child.”

“Ah.” The detective sounded like he moved somewhere else, and after a beep, he came back clearer. “Did your husband abuse you?”

I sighed. “Nothing for which there are medical records.” Because, damn my life. I would have gotten the divorce four years ago if I could have gotten medical records.

“Would Mr. Watanabe know about this?”

“As I said, he is a close friend of the family.”

I never told him, but I knew he kept tabs on me. He knew.

“I see.” Is that a head bang I just heard? “I look forward to hearing from your lawyers.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry this hit your desk, Detective.”

“I hope you enjoy your trip, and when you are back in the states, please come by the precinct, Mrs. Nelson.”

“Of course.” Not anytime soon. I not sure when the clan head will let me out of the fortress, let alone near an airport now he finally got me back. “Goodbye.” I disconnected.

***

CHAPTER 2 (Heir POV)

My ex-babysitter swiped the phone off before looking up at my grandfather with a mildly disappointed look on her face. “Really, Grandfather?”

“It was necessary.” My grandfather’s face remained unemotional.

“I understand, but I did have it under control.”

Child-of-our-soul’s voice held a tenor of steel in the alto of velvet. I remember it bringing me to heel when I was five and she was fourteen. Her leaving with her parents to go back to America may have been the last time I cried.

“We are pushing tradition enough.”

She nodded her head forward in just the perfect deference, the curls of her brown mid-length hair falling forward over her shoulder. They looked soft.

“Sammi.”

When Grandfather took that tone with me, I spent extra hours studying and training.

She raised her head. “I’m tired.”

“Of course, you have had a long journey. Heir will escort you to your room, but please join use for dinner.”

“Thank you.” The woman rocked up on her feet and stood up smoothly, lifting her one-shoulder backpack while doing so. She smiled at those at the table, giving a wink to the aide, “For everything.”

She started walking out of the room, but I had no idea where we were going. I bowed to the clan head. “May I ask what quarters we are going to?”

“She has been given the Nozomi rooms,” my mother bit out. Why was she angry? I know preparing those rooms must have been difficult since they are never given to guests and hadn’t been used in years. But that is her duty, being in charge of the house. I thanked her, gave deference to the clan head, and followed the visitor out of the room.

I actually had to work on catching up since she clearly knew the way, not bothering to stay in the business room once she had been given permission to leave. Only when she paused by one window overlooking the gardens right before the final hallway did I get a chance to slow down. She inhaled as a cool breeze carried a few petals in from the trees. She leaned back to look down the stonework path of one of the oldest parts of the house. “I thought I remembered two suites. Let me guess, the other one is yours?”

“Yes,” I was pleased at how well she spoke Japanese, although the American accent was noticeable after the phone call. “I am surprised. These are not the normal guest quarters.”

“Of course not,” she smiled, her face more animated away from the business room. “They are my quarters.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh,” she looked at me eye-to-eye, being of the same height. There seemed to be pity buried in there. “They haven’t told you anything. At all. Have they?”

“What do you mean?”

“About you … and me … us.” The woman pushed the curls back over her shoulder after a breeze came through the window.

I tilted my head sideways, studying her, a move I learned from Grandfather. Better to listen than talk.

She closed her eyes, then reopened them while sighing. “When you did get assigned your rooms?”

“When I was named Heir at age thirteen.”

“Even then,” she muttered. Speaking more clearly, she continued, “Look, these have been my rooms since I got sucked into the clan at eight. You got assigned to this wing because they want us to get married. This is going to be our hall.” She touched my arm.

“What, no.” I shook my head. “That makes no sense.”

“Let’s go to my rooms.” Her hand encircled my wrist and she dragged me to the door suite on the left. After laying her hand on the security sensor panel, the door slid open.

Inside the room smelled fresh, everything had been dusted, and clothes could be seen hanging up in the closet.

“When did you turn eighteen?”

“Six weeks ago.” I responded without thinking. Why did we provide her clothes?

“I got a letter hand delivered to me that day, likely within an hour of you officially reaching marriageable age.”

“A letter?”

“Yeah, basically said, come home and get married. Lots of blah, blah polite in between, but it boiled down to that.” She patted her blue jacket near her breast. “I have it right here if you want to see it.”

“But why?” I sputtered, “You’re,” I stumbled over the first three terms which carry several layers of insult that I don’t want to use if this really was to be my wife, “foreign.”

“Thank you for not saying old.” She moved away, tossing her bag to one side, before rocking her hand back and forth. “Yes-and-no on the foreign end of things. More yes in appearances, more no for what matters to Watanabe-San.”

All Grandfather cared about was ancestors and keeping the family history alive.

“And the genetic country of origin really doesn’t matter because of what else comes with the genetic package.” She sat on a low sofa, then patted the space beside her.

I took off my swords and laid them beside me on the floor before sitting down.

“You look like you are getting more and more lost.”

“I believe you said they have told me nothing.” And I am really questioning why the American knows more about my clan than me, the clan heir for half a decade.

She touched my arm, dragging it to her space, and peeling the sleeve. She lightly stroked the inside, down the raised blood vessels over my muscles. “Are you aware the Powered?”

“Of course,” her touch was soft and relaxing, “Phoenix of the Royal Family, Metal Pig, Superflag in America, Captain Britain, Nile of Egypt.”

“Are you aware your Grandfather is a Powered?”

I sat up straighter. “What?”

“Not the spectacular of the big powers – fire, invulnerability, flying, superstrength, earth movement – something subtle, hidden. Unbreakable fealty.”

“Unbreakable what now?”

She rolled my arm and started stroking a bruise. “Fealty. Normals promise him something and it is nearly impossible for them not to deliver. And if they do break faith, he knows. He can even know if the person is breaking it based on the letter of the promise or the spirit of the oath. He is charismatic so no one questions why they don’t want to disappoint him.”

“That…” I though about it for a few minutes, “explains so much.”

“Doesn’t it?” A secret smile crossed her face. My heart jumped a moment. I liked that smile a lot. “Other arm.” I gave her my other arm, turning to face her fully. She rolled up the sleeve there and raise her eyebrows at the purple and blue marks.

I ducked my head down. “Working on my off-hand.”

“Ah.” Sammi started tracing the patchwork of bruises. “The reason why you were chosen over older brothers and one older sister is you are powered too.”

“No, I’m not.”

She rocked her head side to side like she did her hand earlier. “Well, not yet. You haven’t gone through the trauma yet. But you got potential, like your mom does.”

“My mom?” One finger stroke hit a painful area and I jerked my arm a little.

“Yes, it’s why you haven’t gone through the trauma yet.” The woman raised her brown eyes to my black ones, looking sad. “You aren’t like your Grandfather, otherwise he would have arranged it. He wouldn’t want another screw-up like I rescued your father from. But he knows you take after your mother, and you and her have a physical-based power instead of a brain-based power and doesn’t have a clue how to,” she air quoted with her hands a moment before going back to stroking my arm, “activate you.”

She stood. “Okay, shirt off. I bet your back isn’t any better.”

I stood with her, rolling down the sleeves before I thought to question. “Why?”

“Why what? I would think training gets your bruised on the back, especially with quarterstaff exercises.”

“My shirt.”

“Oh, I’m healing you.” The brunette waved her hand, “It’s not immediate, but I can cut down weeks of bruising to a few days. You are going to be very hungry at dinner tonight to make up for the calories I tapping into now.”

“Healing?” I felt like I was ten steps behind her again, going through the house I grew up in, but she knew better than me. “You are powered too?”

“Of course. Look at your arms.”

I looked at them and turned them over to examine both sides. The one arm had no discoloration and the other’s swelling was completely gone, and the bruising much paler. “Oh, wow.”

“Shirt?”

I took off my shirt, folded it, and placed it beside the swords.

“Now sit.”

I sat.

“Any more questions?” Sammi asked as she stepped behind the sofa and started massaging my shoulders.

“So many questions. I don’t know where to start.” I shook my head, leaning forward a little as she hit the multiple hit site from today’s training. I had a huge hole in my defense there and I just couldn’t figure out the block. “Grandfather knows you’re powered of course.”

“Since I saved your father. It was about a year before you were born.”

“And he adopted you.”

“A little more complicated than that, but that was when he added me to the clan … interests.”

“And he makes everyone totally loyal to him.”

She came around the sofa and started dancing those warm hands over my ribs. Quarterstaff training get a lot of rib hits. “Not quite. Powered are partially immune from each other. You, your mother, will throw off the effect in time. I can ignore it. For my powers, put me with a normal and, well, I am very effective – and not always in a good way.”

I felt a rib shift and suddenly I breathed easier. “Why?”

“My powers match to the underlying genetics. Have a heart-valve problem that was surgically healed, I’m fixing it back to original genetic specifications. Appendixes grow back, etc. Cancer a complete no go. And my power is touch activated. I avoid touching people a lot because I don’t know if I am about to help or hurt. You, I know are fine, since I fixed a lot of your boo-boos growing up. Plus you are a potential, so a lot harder to get started and slower to heal. But being married to me, no scars, no broken bones—”

“I’ve had several.”

“Not for much longer.”

“Oh.” That doesn’t sound too bad.

“Full-on powered, well, the only one I have touched is your father and grandfather. Once the power is fully activated, its tough. Real tough. Still possible – but basically for normal I heal about 100 times faster than normal, potentials drop to 10 times faster, and powered maybe double. It still could keep a powered from bleeding out, but nothing to be dragged into being a superhero.”

I smiled at the floor, since she had me bent over. “Or villain.”

She laughed behind me. “Yeah, in this house, villain.”

(words 3,557 – first published 10/30/2022 – from a picture prompt for a Facebook writing group. Aim is about 50 words. … I went a little over)

Come Home Series

  1. Come Home (9/25/22)
  2. Come Home Part Two (10/30/22)

Flash: Dr. Jump

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Brian landed on the pavement after jumping down three stories, hoping to god the diffuser he picked up from GizmoChik worked as advertised. So far, no new video footage featuring his signature green and purple outfit had been added to last year’s mess of him learning the ropes except those specific times he had turned the diffuser off.

Doing the jump while in civvies risked it all, but he couldn’t change at home or at work.

The white clowns running Hero still didn’t know that Dr. Jump skintone had a lot more melatonin than anyone else in the seventeen-story building midtown. On the other hand, they probably though the doctor title was presumptuous. They had a lot of things they didn’t know when it came to him.

Putting one foot in front of the other, Brian worked his way up to a full run, under human power, while fading out to invisibility. Life would be easier if he could work more than one of his powers at a time. Rounding the corner, he categorized the new tags on the streets near his parent’s house. The Walleyes moved over one more street.

Someone was holding the door open to talk to a neighbor walking by, allowing Spades to slip by unnoticed, and more importantly, unregistered. He never left last night as far as the keys were concerned, and now he never came back. So long as no raid happened, his footprint on the city’s monitoring system would be clean.

(Words 248, first published 9/14/2022 – from a picture prompt for a Facebook writing group. Aim is about 50 words)