The Secret of the Supers (The First Superhero Book 4) by Logan Rutherford

sure Raven had it, he came down and took it.
    “That has to mean something,” Selena said.
    “No, it doesn’t!” I snapped. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I needed to keep my cool and stay on their good side. “Look, you don’t know Athena. She saved Doug’s life.” I pointed at him. He stood there with the Eximus blaster slung over his shoulder, eyes looking down at the ground as he was reminded of the fact that he was once lifeless. “He was dead, and she brought him back. If she had evil goals and wanted to destroy us—or whatever it is you’re insinuating—you’re wrong. If you talked to her for even a moment you’d know that.”
    Selena’s fists were clenched at her side, and I could tell she wanted to argue. She stopped herself, however. I was right, she’d never talked to Athena. Her accusations had nothing to go on.
    “If I were to bet on whoever was responsible, I’d say it was the only person who attacked me right before it all happened, and that’s the man with the green eyes,” I said.
    “Okay, Kane, so what are you saying our next step is?” Doug asked.
    I thought about it for a moment and then stepped out of bed. I looked at Selena who was watching me with suspicious eyes. “Athena said that when we are asked, we would go to London to help our friends.” I turned to look at Doug. “So keep an eye out for any communication from them. If we do this, we find out where Samantha is.” I looked back at Selena, whose eyes never left me. “And that’s all that matters.”

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    I hammered the final board over the hole in Drew’s room from where Selena threw me into the front yard the first time. My super speed came in handy, seeing as how I was able to get the hole boarded up in only a few seconds.
    “You’re pretty good at that stuff,” Drew said from behind me.
    I turned and saw him standing in the doorway. “Which part, making them or fixing them?”
    Drew smiled and shook his head. “I meant fixing them, but I have to admit, you’re pretty good at making them too.”
    I tossed the hammer onto his bed and shrugged. “I try my best.”
    Drew walked in the room, grabbing a notebook from the nightstand next to his bed. “Well, next time try doing it with someone else. Got a slight concussion,” he said, rubbing the back of his head.
    I felt sick to my stomach. I thought I was going to throw up right there all over Drew’s bedroom floor. I couldn’t believe I’d done something like that to one of my oldest friends. “Should you be standing? You need to go lay down,” I said.
    Drew nodded. “Yeah, I’m using Selena’s bed right now.” He waved the notebook in his hand. “Just wanted to come grab this.”
    “Okay, cool,” I said, trying to buy myself time to figure out how I was going to say what I needed to. “Look, Drew, I’m really sorry. I mean, I can’t apologize to you enough. You know that wasn’t me, right?”
    Drew waited a beat before responding, his eyes examining the floor below him. He nodded his head. “Yeah, don’t worry, Kane. I know.” He smirked and looked up at me.
    “Thanks, man. I don’t know how I can ever make it up to you,” I said.
    Drew laughed. It was a hearty, loud laugh. I wasn’t quite sure what was so funny. “Oh, don’t you worry buddy, I’ll figure something suitable out. Don’t you worry about a thing,” he said with a smirk on his face and a mischievous look in his eye.
    I shook my head and scoffed. “Great, now I owe two people something.”
    Drew shrugged as he turned to walk out the door. “Gotta stop putting yourself in these situations, Kane!” he said as he slapped his hand on the wall above the door frame.
    I stood in Drew’s room alone, the feeling of guilt still strong within me, yet not quite as bad as it was before. I picked up the hammer from Drew’s bed, and walked out of the room. Just had to fix the hole where the front door used to be, then it was time to try and repair some