Page 19 of Signed, I'm Yours!
I grab the doorknob again and start to move away when a jolt of pain shoots through me.
“What was that?” I ask him, but I see him folded in two also.
“What did you do to me?” he asks back.
I take a step forward, and the pain eases.
“Whoa,” I say. “What’s going on?”
I take two steps back, and pain shoots all over both of us once more. Taking two steps forward makes it stop again.
“Stop doing that!” he shouts.
“I don’t even know what I’m doing,” I shout back, which is so unlike me.
“You’re putting distance between us. Clearly, my signature worked, so you can’t go far without me.”
“Your what worked?”
Jay Walking huffs and looks at the ceiling.
“My signature. I can sign for things,” he practically growls.
“Congratulations? So can I,” I reply.
“No, you don’t understand. My power is that I can sign for things and get what I want.”
I frown.
“That’s usually how signatures work. Contracts and all.”
Jay Walking lifts both hands into fists in front of him and pretends to strangle me before he continues.
“I mean, I can sign anything and get whatever I want. I never pay for anything.”
“That’s stealing,” I inform him. Did no one tell him that?
“That’s supervillaining, Jack. Get with the program. I’m a supervillain.”
“So when you signed me…what did you do to me?” I ask and look at my hand again. The black ink is strong and visible despite being on top of my tattoo sleeve.
“I don’t know. I’ve never signed a person before. But since I said you can’t leave and you’re mine, I guess…you’re stuck with me and have to do as you’re told?”
“That’s wrong, Jay Walking.”
“Pfft,” he says. “I’m a supervillain. It doesn’t matter if it’s wrong or not.”
He might sound confident, but he doesn’t look confident.
Which only drives the point home that he’s most certainly not a supervillain. Or, at least, not a very good one.
“So…since you’re now mine for the foreseeable future, you have to help me.”
“Help you with what?” I ask.
He glances at my computer monitor, and I shake my head.
“I can’t.”
