Everyone stayed at the office for about 3 hours making sure that everything was working right and that Cetaesha was very compliant. She was curious about a lot and the more that time went on as Logan was a very fine things with her programming, she seen more like an adult child. Her way of thinking was very much like that of a mature adult however her curiosity and eagerness to learn was that of a toddler.

Maxwell and his grandfather agreed that at her current state she was absolutely no threat to anybody. With proper guidance and good mentorship her personality could develop to the extremely helpful and kind. Logan noted that her base personality mostly resembles that the woman that she looks like. A part of him felt that working alongside Helena might also be beneficial.

Lalupita agreed with Logan's line of thinking as she thought it might be interesting to see if Cetaesha might come to think of Helena as her mother due to sharing most of her features. However the real question was if Helena might feel honored or angry about Cetaesha's existence. Especially given the form that she has taken.

Those are questions for Monday. For now It was extremely late and Jacqueline was starting to fall asleep on her feet. So they agreed to head home for the night and continue tomorrow. Cetaesha was left alone for now but told to behave herself and to not do anything odd while they were away. She gave a salute of affirmation and waved them goodbye.

Meanwhile elsewhere in New Orleans sitting a top the monument for both Hyperdrive and White Nova were 2 young men. Both were African American teenage boys, however they were uniquely different due to their naturally odd appearances.

One had a very slim lean muscular build and stood around about 6'3ft. He had long curly white hair the reach down to his shoulder blades that he currently had an a loose ponytail. His white eyes scan the city looking at the beauty of New Orleans at night time. His skin was shade of dark brown similar to that of dark chocolate and slightly glistened from the soil and produced by the humidity of the air. The light sweat caused his nice white dress shirt to almost stick to his body.

The other was about 5'9 ft and was currently sitting in a meditative position on top of the statute also looking at the city. He had short black and dreadlocks that faded into a red color towards the tips that reached to his collarbone. His bright red eyes gave off a faint glow of energy. I'm like his friend he was not bothered by the heat as much due to wearing a more breathable outfit in the form of a traditional male Japanese gi.

The one with white eyes look too his friend and said, "You sure it was him, Frankie? You only awakened your powers about a year ago and your ability to sense stuff like that only started working last week. You might just be confusing this energy signature with someone else's."

Franklin didn't even look at him and instead rested his chin on his wrist and said with certainty, "I'm absolutely certainly. Even if he looks a bit different his energy is still his. He gives off the same feel as he does naturally. Don't think just because you've had your powers a bit longer than I have, that suddenly means I don't know what I'm talking about, Theo. I told you I know what I'm doing n***a."

Theodore let out a sigh of annoyance but decided the only way to tell if his friend was correct would be to see with his own eyes, "Alright n***a. I guess that means tomorrow we'll just have to see him in person to see if you're correct. I hope he hasn't gotten rusty."

Franklin stood up and gave us a smile of excitement, "True. Hope that n***a ain't been slacking off as much as I think. It feels like he's dealing with some heavy shit in his head, but he's trying to bury it."

"Isn't that what we are for? Gotta keep our n***a on his toes," Theodore replied with a cheeky grin.

The next morning at Logan's mansion, Maxwell woke up in his old bed and Little Hope was laying on his chest. As he lay there he enjoyed the silence. However the familiar image of the nine glowing red eyes filled his brain. He could hear the voice again speaking to him.

To his surprise it greeted him, "Good morning. I trust you God enough sleep, boy."

"Not you again," Maxwell replied out loud as if you were talking to another person.

"You should be happy to hear from me. My suggestion last night paid off, did it not? You were able to achieve one of your goals far sooner than you had initially thought with my help. I thought you might be grateful for once," the masculine voice replied.

Maxwell furrowed his brow in annoyance, "Why would I be grateful to someone who's spent all my life criticizing and belittling me? Just because you did one helpful thing does not change the fact that you've gone out of your way to make me feel worthless."

It retorted in equal annoyance, "I can't help but despise you. After all you should have never existed. How else would I feel about the person who stole my life? I am supposed to be Maxwell Sinclair, not you. But then again technically I am. Not the main one in the driver's seat of this vessel we call a body."

"There you go with that same old tired bullshit. I know you're just some alternate psyche created by whatever trauma I have, but you don't get the right to say you're the original. This is my body and my life," Maxwell snapped back angry.

"I say that I'm the original because I am. Listener you come to terms with the fact; the better it'll be for both of us," he responded faculty without the care in the world.

"N***a shut the fuck up," Max well ordered calmly and precisely.

Before either of them could continue that argument they suddenly heard the door knob begin to twist. As they ended their conversation, they watched as Maxwell's grandmother open the door and stuck her head through.

Lalupita looked in his direction nervous to see if he was still sleep but smiled once she saw he was awake, "Good you're already up. I just came to make sure and to tell you to get ready for the day because breakfast will be done in about 15 minutes. Your grandfather and I want to take you sightseeing with your friends since it's her first time down here before we take you both back."

"Okay Grandma. I should be ready by the time breakfast is done," Max replied.

As she close the door and gave him his privacy He looked a Little Hope who had stirred awake. He gave her a couple pets on the head and picked her up off his chest. He sat her on the bed and he grabbed his clothes to change into after his morning shower.

"Papa's going to take a shower real quick. Be a good girl and just wait for a few minutes," Max asked her sweetly.

She replied with a happy bark. He found it odd that she seemingly reacted like she understood every word he said, but he was happy to have such a sweet and obedient puppy.

As he entered into the bathroom and began to undressed so he could hop in the shower he stopped after taking off his shirt and he looked at himself in the mirror. He was definitely fat, but he wasn't obese. He was maybe 60-75 pounds overweight for his age and height. He was currently 5'10ft and his doctor believes that he might only grow an extra inch at best as he gets older.

His long white hair was so curly it was hard for him to keep fully combed at times but he managed. As he moved it out of the way so he could see his face, he can only think of the flaws that he saw. The small imperfections and features that he felt made him ugly. Although his loved ones never called him that, he couldn't help but see himself like a pig or a toad at times.

He hated how he looked. He wished he could change it and look like someone else. However he wasn't a fan of the idea of undergoing surgery unless it was absolutely necessary. He didn't deem changing how his face looked to be absolutely necessary.

Most days he was jealous of Jacqueline because she could change how she looked to fit how she wanted at any time. When he thought about her, he started thinking about the fact that she always makes herself a boy when she isn't around family or close friends. He started to wonder if she felt the same way about herself that he did about himself. It made him feel very bad for her to the point where he stopped even worrying about himself and decided to just take a shower already.

As he was about to step in the shower that familiar feeling came back and the voice told him in a passive aggressive tone, "Don't beat yourself up over how you look? It's pointless to worry about some stupid shit like that. There are much more important things to hate yourself about. We have a lot of issues and our face and our body are the least of them."

Maxwell didn't even desire to respond. He instead just got in the shower and turned on the water. He felt the eyes in his mind linger and look at him for a little while before they closed and the feeling was gone.

After a peaceful shower and getting dressed in his spare change of clothes, Maxwell joined his grandparents and his best friend for breakfast. Despite being mega rich his grandfather and grandmother did not have maids or nannies for butlers or any of the like working for them. His grandmother mainly was a traditional housewife I took care of all of the important necessities of the mansion. She did also have a side job where she studied and aid in the advancement of medical-based bioengineering, but she only did that every weekend with Monday through Friday being her days to do whatever she wanted.

So has he entered into the dining room he smelt The familiar delicious aroma of his grandmother's cooking. Their breakfast was here traditional American family breakfast of eggs, bacon, grits, and toast. They of course had milk and cereal and diced fruit if no one wanted what was cooked.

Maxwell however thought it was either foolish or straight up crazy to turn down his grandma's breakfast. Not only did it smell great, he knew it tasted absolutely amazing as well.

Before he sat down though he gave both of his grandparents a hug and took a seat next to Jacqueline. He smiled at her and greeted her, "Good morning."

"Good morning Max," Jacqueline happily replied.

"Let's dig in. We got a whole day of sightseeing ahead of us. You'll love the city wants you get to see all of the fun places," Maxwell excitedly declared.

Jacqueline laughed a little and nodded, "I hope so. You talk about how amazing the city is all the time. I want to see if it lives up to the hype."

Logan interrupted them and announced, "Speaking of... The first place I will be taking you both it is to pay respects at the Grand Statues. From there we will head over to Speed King Park. After that it depends on the weather."

"Sounds great grandpa," Max cheered at the thought.

"Make sure to take lots of pictures while we're there. That way when you go back home you can show your other friends and family the fun day that you had," Lalupita chimed in.

"Will we also get to go back and talk to Cetaesha," Maxwell enthusiastically asked.

Logan let out a sigh and him and his wife shared a look, "It is still not something that I like thinking about, but after talking it over we agreed to see where things go with your accidental creation. There are a few things that we want to learn about it. Certain that you want to at least speak to your creation before you head back home so we'll have it be the last thing that you do before we take you both back to Natchitoches."

"Thank you," Max smiled.

After about an hour the group headed out and made their way over to the two ginormous statues of White Nova and Hyperdrive located at the center of the city. The two statues perfectly iconically captured both heroes in their superhero suits and was made using primarily earth magic by an elven artisan that was once saved by both heroes. He was able to create the statues and have them stand nearly 100ft tall as towering inspirations of the guardians of this fair city who passed protecting the world.

Logan and Lalupita stood in front of the statue of hyperdrive and meltdown to offer prayers wishing for the hero to enjoy his blissful afterlife. Maxwell and Jacqueline at the same time were standing far enough away that they couldn't hear what the two elderly people were saying, and instead were discussing some of the cool things that both superheroes did while they were still alive.

Logan placed flowers at the base of the statue like so many did everyday. He looked up with a statue he said in a hushed whisper, "I have been trying to follow in your example. I was able to forgive Arthur for what he did. I've been taking care to keep our family together. Maxwell was growing into a bright young man. See a lot of you and Arthur in him. You'd be happy of your nephew's progress. And your brother has been working so very hard to atone for all of his sins. Your death brought him back to himself and I can see hope returning in his eyes ever now and then."

Lalupita added on to their quiet conversation with the statue, "My brave boy..... I hope you can see how you inspired the newer heroes that came after your death. The flame that believes in your heart has not died. It's embers have carried on into the hearts of so many others and have lit new flames. They wish to carry on your will. I hope that all the good that they try to do to live up to your legacy is enough to bring peace to you while you rest in the embrace of our Lord."

"Maxwell wishes to follow in your footsteps, but the trauma of what happened to you that day along with everything else broke him. Everyone has been doing their parts to try and help him find the mental fortitude and stability to remember what happened without triggering another one of his episodes. Arthur has done everything he could to make sure that any potential triggers to cause an episode like that is minimized. Thankfully out of the few that he's had over the years no one has been hurt or suspects anything. We came into an agreement that it was better that he believes that he's just human. At least until his mind is better. Please watch over and keep him safe," Logan stated while placing his hand on the statue and a single tear fell from his right eye down his cheek and off of his chin.

Lalupita place her arm around Logan also putting her other hand on the statue and she ended their conversation, "We love you Manny."

Logan and Lalupita gave a bow in front of the statue and together finished their prayer by saying, "Oh Dark One, God Emperor of Mankind and Heir to the Throne of the Maker, we asked that you continue to look after our son who you have blessed so greatly in life. We ask that you continue to watch over our loved ones who still yet walk amongst the living. Sildra."