Chapter 16 What It Means To Be A Man (1/2)

Laz took almost 3 hours to make it back as it wasn't in a hurry. This also allowed him time to practice with his eye sight to help him make better use of it. It's easy to think about, but not so easy to put into practice. Things looking like different shades of red, orange, yellow and so forth does not make it to figure out what it is. Although it is easier to determine the size of something, it is not easy to figure out what it is just based on this.

Laz didn't want to think about walking up to something and thinking it was a hunched over human but finding out it was a rabid dog. That was not an ending he wanted to see.

Although he had gotten himself familiar with it, he would still need work to use it effectively.

Laz didn't want to admit it, but he had a bad feeling about a lot of things. Had he only known about the tree, he would simply look on like everyone else. But these changes within his body made him think that there was far more going on.

He was pretty sure he wasn't crazy, so therefore it had to be something else that was causing it. Truthfully though, he didn't rule out crazy. The insane always feel that the sane are the weird ones.

Coming back to the farm clearing. Laz caught sight of Bill in front of a fire with a rack placed over it. He was sitting on a log while blankly staring into the flames.

”Took your sweet time did you?” Bill asked with a strange look on his face.

”Screw you too,” Laz replied, sitting on a stump near the fire.

”How did you do it kid?”

”I got lucky.”

”Yeah, that would clear one of those. Rubber bullets might move slower, but they still fly a lot faster than a human could see and you weren't even looking,” Bill remarked, thinking to himself.

After the walk back, Laz felt better than ever, so he didn't really pay him much attention. He also didn't feel like explaining.

”Laz, your grandpa didn't tell you about me, did he?” Bill asked, looking somewhat worried.

”Nope, he just said don't ask questions.”

”You know I'm not crazy, right?”

”Why would I care?”

”They are real. I only used it as an excuse before, but things changed.”

”An excuse?”

”Your grandpa knows he isn't right most days. It hurts him, especially when it comes to you. I owe him a lot over the years and the debt keeps growing. He's never asked for anything, but he doesn't mind giving everything.” Bill looked up at the sky, obviously lost in thought.

Laz was quiet and just kept listening. He knew enough not to ask what shouldn't be asked. Anything that he needed to know would be said.