Chris was mindful of the woman when he threw the section of roof down. It was done more to get them to forget about her and instead focus on the boy standing above them than it was to cause any serious damage. She was shaking and hysterical and if this new arrival could take on the vampires he could get her somewhere safe and calm her down enough to make her move. The piece of roof tumbled and Chris watched it go down. The man who had shown up to help had gotten in its way and all of the sudden he wasn’t so sure if his first idea was for the best. If he got hurt it was going to be his fault. His dad was always telling him that he needed to be constantly watchful of himself. He could hurt somebody without meaning to, or worse, he could get someone killed.
He was too stunned to move to the guy’s defense. Glued to his perch, Chris watched it happen and was about to leap when it clicked. He had phased through the object. He wasn’t hurt. Hearing his voice, which was a sure sign of him being okay, he did what his instincts were telling him to do and stepped over the edge. If he had been a normal boy hanging out on a roof for some stupid reason, he would have fallen and broken something, a leg or an arm, his neck if luck was on vacation. Instead he landed on two feet. Upon impact the ground trembled and sunk in around him, not much but enough to have been noticed. That right there was a sure sign that like Lois said, he wasn’t ready to join Superman on his quest to protect the world. His abilities were untamed and still not under his complete control. He could be a wild card.
“I can take those three,” he said, pointing off at a portion of the group standing together, too close to the woman for him to be comfortable with it, “if you take the other ones.” Their growls were intense. They weren’t pleased with what was happening on their time. Being interrupted during dinner hour made people grumpy, vampires included.