Fiction Piece: Novel Fragment 2

As the customers and employees of the diner poured out of the building to watch, Jim coughed and struggled to find his feet. The large man gestured for him to rise. “C'mon kid, on your feet. Let's see what you got.”

Jim wasn't sure what made him less comfortable: the sauce still on his face or the marks on his neck. “What is your problem?” he croaked out.

“You,” he said simply. “Whether you defend yourself or not, I'm going to deal with my problem.” The large man stepped forward.

Jim fidgeted with the jewel clipped to his jacket pocket. Quickly he muttered “Time Singer, Time Singer, hear my call, I need a power more than all, You can provide it, that I know, that to me he will appear slow.” The gem glowed briefly. The punch heading towards Jim's face suddenly slowed in momentum, down to a crawl. Jim grinned with his success.

Calmly, he stepped aside from the punch. He repositioned himself so that he could drive both fists into the man's solar plexus. With a gasp of escaping air, speed returned to normal. The big man collapsed to the asphalt.

The friend of the large man ran to his side, waving Jim off. “Sorry about my friend; he's got a bit of a temper and I couldn't stop him. I'll pay for your meal. Meals cause he already ruined one, right?” Jim nodded and wiped sauce from his face. “Apology accepted?”

“Sure. Just keep him away from us if you can.”

“Yeah, yeah no problem.” The man handed the cook a number of bills before assisting the large man to a vehicle and driving them away.

Jim walked back to the diner, working to repress a grin. He desperately wanted to look cool and calm like a movie hero but was finding it hard to repress the joy of success. The small crowd from the diner simultaneously congratulated him. “That was awesome!” “Are you a professional fighter?” “How did you do that?” “You sure straightened that guy out. Boy did he deserve it!”

“I've seen a lot of kung fu films,” he offered as an explanation.

The cook beamed at him as he warmly wrapped an arm around Jim. He chuckled in a friendly manner. “Ya understand why this sit-ya-ation had ta go outside, right?” Jim smiled and chuckled in a friendly manner to respond. “Yeah, I thought so. I'll make you a steak and potatoes. You like corn? I'll make ya some corn as well. You're alright guy.”

Jim returned to his booth, choosing the opposite bench as his original seat was still covered in spaghetti. He sipped at his water and tried to not look at anyone in particular. The diner had a gentle buzz to it and, without being egotistical about it, he felt sure the discussions were about him. He didn't want to start any more than he already had. Now that the adrenaline of the moment was beginning to fade, he was feeling a little uncomfortable with his display. Hitting that jerk didn't make him feel concerned as he didn't plan to be in town long anyway but it was the public quality of the display that bothered him. His abilities were new and he wasn't quite sure what he'd be doing with them as of yet. Would he have a secret identity at some point? Had he blown it before he'd created it?

Lost in these thoughts, he jumped in surprise when Terry slid a plate in front of him. She cleaned the dirtied seat across from him and then took it for herself. “That was great! Thank you.” Her enthusiasm shone from her, enhancing her natural attractiveness. Politely uncomfortable with this energy, he began to beg off a little. She would have none of it. “I don't normally pick my ... friends so well.” The bell rang again. “Eat now. Enjoy. We'll talk more.” She stood up and adjusted her uniform. Before departing, she verbalized a sudden thought. “And no leaving without talking to me further. Okay?”

Jim nodded. “Okay.”

“Good.” She stepped away, returning to her work.

Jim smiled as he cut into his steak. He had a friend!