Chapter: 2
Silas the Soul was named Silas the Soul for a reason, they all considered him the Soul because he was the sanest person in their group, he tolerated their stupidity, and he was the only who made sure everything was done. Although, he had no recollection of having any sort of power. Silas thought for a minute, wondering why they had never mentioned such a thing. After thinking a bit, he came to the conclusion that they had thought powers were so normal, there was no need to mention it. To them, saying "we have powers" was like saying "we have skin." He hoped his guess was correct, as he had no other explanation. Gunbug looks to Silas. "Hey, do you remember what powers we all had?" Silas shook his head, mystified. "I don't remember any of us having powers. If we all have powers, then why the heck are we farming to eat?" Silas asks. Gunbug looks more confused than Silas, at this point. "You mean you can't move objects with your mind?" Gunbug questions. "Well, no. What gave you that idea?" Silas replies. "Sam… you mean you were lying?" Gunbug says, turning to Sam. "Maybe. Silas, if you can't move objects, then what is your power?" Sam questions. "As far as I know, I don't have one. How have I not heard about these powers, and how have I not seen them?" Silas is annoyed at this point. Why did they get powers, but he didn't? "Wait, Silas doesn't have powers? He shouldn't be here, should he?" Calvin proclaims. "Now hold on. Just because I don't have powers does not mean that I shouldn't be here. I have just had my world rocked! First a dark oven, then powers? Is this a dream, a nightmare, or just a twisted reality?" Silas is just mad at this point. He doesn't get powers, and now he is judged for it? "Anyway, it's getting late. I'm going to bed." says Silas, obviously annoyed. A few minutes later, Silas is lying in bed, thinking. "Powers. Just because I don't have powers, I am being judged." Silas mutters under his breath. He then gets an idea. Even against the strongest power, skill can prevail. Silas then sneaks downstairs and grabs two of the sharpest knives in the kitchen. He then goes to his room, taking a broom with him. Silas takes out a box of old, worn out clothes and arranges them onto the broom to make a sort of training dummy. And then he gets to work.
The next morning, everyone walks out of their room fully energized. When Silas doesn't come out for breakfast, everyone is confused. "Where is Silas? Pancakes are his favorite. And he is usually up first. How is he still asleep?" Gunbug asks. "I'll go check on him. He's probably writing in his book, that 'Totally a Book' one." says Sam. As Sam goes upstairs, she realizes Silas probably would have come out if he had smelled pancakes. As Sam walks in, she was surprised for once in her life. Silas is asleep on his work desk, which has a ton of paper and a long piece of leather that looked suspiciously like some sort of belt. There is a broom with a ton of slashed up clothes on it. Next to the long piece of leather are two knives. Sam shakes Silas awake. "Hey, wake up and clean up this mess. Then you are going to come down to breakfast and explain what the heck happened here."
Silas complies; well, partly. He doesn't clean anything up, but he comes downstairs and eats 4 pancakes. And Silas's explanation just makes everyone more confused. The only thing he says is, "Even the strongest power is helpless against immense skill. Take that and acknowledge it, then maybe you might not be so helpless in the future. Farming isn't exactly the best skill to have in a fight." Silas then walks back up to his room. They hear a lot of clinking and smacking, and everyone just listens in silence. After a minute or two, Keliee says,"Why do I feel like we were just given information that we already knew but is not true?" Sam shakes her head. "Judging by what I saw in there, I think that is exactly the case." "What exactly did you see, anyway?" Gunbug asks. "There was a broom with a bunch of cut clothes on it, a long piece of leather that looked like a belt on his desk, two knives, and a ton of paper, with Silas asleep on the desk." Sam sighs. Then the noise from Silas's room stopped. They heard something bumping into a hard object, then silence again. And without warning, Silas drops from the ceiling and lands right behind the chair he had sat on when he ate those four pancakes. "Hey guys, like my new drip?" Silas says cheerfully. Silas had a belt on, with two knife holsters, knives included. Sam recognized it as the piece of leather on Silas desk from before. Gunbug was reaching for the last pancake right as Silas drew one of his knives and threw it. The knife speared the pancake, and Silas flicked his wrist. As he did so, the knife flew back, pancake attached, right into his hand. Silas takes a bite, then explains. "As you all saw, the knife came back to my hand. I attached a kite string to each handle, through this hole I drilled right here. I then stole a couple of wristbands from the leatherworker's shop. I would have paid, but," Silas shrugs. "They were closed. I then made these loop handles, and now I just pinch here, and now the line is taut. I now can fling my hand back, and the knife goes with it, right back to my hand." Silas takes another bite of the pancake. "Silas, is that why you were still asleep when I came in? Did you stay up all night making that?" Sam asks. "Believe it or not, you woke me up ten minutes after I fell asleep. I didn't go to sleep until around nine-thirty in the morning."