I am a super human. (A Ross Lynch story) (Complete) (UNDER EDIT)

Chapter fourteen:The voice

"Lexy! Are you alright? How did you do those moves?" Ross came storming questions at me.

"Mr. Lynch." Mrs. Silver said.

Ross turned around to look at her.

"She may not have those answers for herself. Or does she?" She looked at me.

I explained how I heard the voice in my mind telling me what to do.

"Well, that explains a lot." She sighed.

"Mrs. Silver!" A woman called.

We all turned to see a woman in a white coat look at us. "We have a situation."

We all follwed her into the main room we were in before.

We walked in and the first thing you see on the wall was:

"Get ready baby girl, your coming with me one way or another."

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"One way or another?" My mom asked. "Is this some kind of code?"

Mrs. Silver sighed.

"We have no idea yet." She looked at the screen with frustration. "Go train, we'll tell you if we have more news for you."

I started to walk off, Ross followed.

"Oh Ross." Mrs. Silver spoak

We turned toward her.

"You should train by your self now, we've had enough drama for one day."

Ross looked back at me.

I gave him a small smile.

He kissed me on the cheek and went off.

I walked back to Mr. Ices room.

I opened the door to see him on the couch, with his eyes closed.

"So, did I help or not?" He asked not even opening his eyes.

"Yes, you did." I sighed.

He showed a smile.

"Let's continue before you go away and not come back." He opened his eyes and sat on the floor.

I sat down by him.

"Now, I've heard about this voice you say you hear. Tell me about that."

"Well, when I was fighting Charile, a voice tld me where to move. It was like a fortune teller in my head. I don't know who it is but, its not me talking to myself." I sated.

"No one said your going crazy." He looked at me.

"No on has to say it." I leaned up against the couch.

"Your father is the most powerful superhuman known to the real world, and other worlds."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He sighed.

"When your father turned into a super human, then slept with your mother and had you, most of your DNA is his. I'll say about 85% of your genes came from him. So then that means only 15% of your genes is your mothers. You are the second most powerful superhuman in the world, if not the galaxy."

Wow. I never thought of that.

I looked up at him.

"So you mean, I could either help or-"

"Destory the world." He cut me off.

"This is not possible." I said looking down.

"Oh it is very possible." He said.