TITLE: The Hercules Project
GENRE: Young Adult Sci-Fi/Superhero
It was still very dark when I jolted out of sleep. Dim light filtered into my room from the hall through the open door. I could just make out the blurry outline of my father, his face inches from mine. He was in the process of shaking me for the third or fourth time when I managed to croak that I was awake.
The surface of his glasses flashed in the low light as he leaned back. The more alert I became, the more detail I could make out and the more concerned I got.
"Dad." I used my crippled fingers to push at my covers and struggled to pull myself upright. "What's wrong?"
Instead of telling me anything, which was typical of my father, he got up and headed for my door.
"Get dressed, Wyatt," he said over his shoulder. "We don't have much time."
I glanced at the small digital affair on the dresser next to me. 2:12 AM. He wasn't serious. I considered snuggling back down under the warmth of my comforter. But, I knew if I did he would take me wherever we were going in my pajamas. I wasn't ready for that level of embarrassment, thanks.
I could hear him moving around downstairs and swore under my breath at him for not staying to help. Like he would ever think about anyone but himself.