I have been unable to do anything to distract myself for more than a few minutes before I start thinking about what happened and when I try to put it all together in my mind, I just end up getting more confused and anxious. So now I’ve decided to start keeping a journal. Maybe it will help me figure things out before I go crazy.
Yesterday I found a hand-written note in my mail slot informing me that someone knew about my ‘special abilities’ and if I wanted to find out more I could meet up at the coffee shop down the block. It was signed ‘a friend’.
Long story short: I met this ‘friend’. He is a reporter for some news site or something and he had invited other people to our meeting – a couple of pretty gals and a middle aged guy. The reporter told us that we were all on a government list and other people on the same list were going missing! He said that he had a contact from within a group called, I kid you not, The Super Friends. We asked to see proof of what he was telling us and he said he would take us to the bank where he kept the documents in a safe deposit box.
A couple of people sitting alone at different tables nearby were paying too much attention to us so we decided to leave and go right to the bank. The reporter took off and one of the gals offered to drive me and the middle-aged guy to the bank. The other gal said she had another commitment and left on her own.
When we got to the bank, the reporter told us to wait in the lobby for him to get the documents from his deposit box. No sooner than he was out of sight, a couple of masked robbers burst in and ordered everyone down at gunpoint! Instead of robbing the bank, they came right for us and herded us outside towards a big white van.
I knew that I had to do something before we were forced into the van and as soon as I thought about an escape route, the crazy heads-up display from before appeared in front of me and I chose the symbols that boosted my strength.
The van’s side door slid open and another masked dude was inside. I didn’t wait to see what he would do before I jumped over the van! I barely skimmed the top and landed on the other side. There was sounds of a scuffle from the other side but before I could decide what to do, the driver’s door opened and a masked guy was getting out. I lunged and slammed the door on him. Hard. Twice. Thinking back on it, I might have really hurt him. I have to be more careful when I’m boosted or whatever.
I heard a car pull up and it was Gwen. I guess she must have changed her mind and followed us to the bank. She yelled at us to get in and we all took off. I looked back as we peeled out and saw the gunmen were all laid out at the van. I guess the others must actually have ‘special abilities’ too.
The reporter must have bugged out and we were worried that whoever tried to kidnap us could track our phones so we ditched them at various places as we drove along and tried to decide what to do. The other gal who said her name was Magic said we should try to find the reporter again. The older guy who turned out to be a Professor of linguistics suggested using the computers at a library – or was it the other way around? – Whatever.
We stopped at a library and Gwen and I sat awkwardly in the car while the other two went in. Oh yeah, Gwen has a business reading palms and talking to spirits or something but she keeps telling us that she’s a fake psychic, so there’s that too.
When Magic and the Professor came back they told us that they figured out where the reporter’s contact was and it wasn’t too far away. We decided to go introduce ourselves and a while later we were in an office/machine shop in the warehouse district talking to a mousy girl who told us she found out the Government was tracking anyone they suspected had super powers. She decided to warn us and others by contacting the reporter who would pass us the info. OK…So, now what?
The mousy girl, Cydney, told us that a local Senator was heading an off-book operation to find people like us and it didn’t seem that we’d be treated well once we were found. If we wanted to be safe we had to let the public know what was happening but since most people would be afraid of us, we should do something to sway opinion in our favor before going public.
So I mentioned that it would be nice if Gwen the psychic could predict where a crime or disaster was about to happen so we could help out. I wasn’t sure what the others could do (they weren’t very clear when I asked), but I knew that I could be useful in showing people that we weren’t a threat – that we were actually good guys. Gwen reiterated that she wasn’t psychic but Cydney said she could program her A.I. to extrapolate probabilities or something and that it would be basically the same thing. Yeah, Cydney has a custom A.I. named Ted.
We made a run to Walmart where Magic bought both of us a change of clothes and a ski-mask and the others bought various necessities and burner phones since it looked like we were going to be staying at Cydney’s place for a while. For some reason the Professor wanted a sword (Yeah, I know) and knew where to get one! We went back to Cydney’s shop and got some sleep.
The next morning we asked Ted if he had any leads and sure enough, he did. He said that there was a high probability that a local gas station was going to be robbed in the afternoon.
So we staked out the gas station with the Professor looking really suspicious circling the lot with his sword mostly hidden from view and me, Magic, and Gwen in her car across the street. The plan was for Gwen to record the heroics while the Professor saved the day and me and Magic stayed nearby as backup.
Sure enough, a POS Buick roared up sidelong right outside the front doors and the Professor sprinted across the lot as a strung out looking dude lurched out of the passenger seat and into the store. Magic and I got out of Gwen’s car and hurried into position in the lot. I activated my strength boost.
I could see the dude in the store already had a gun waving around in the cashier’s face and the Professor had his sword out! He took a swing at the guy and even though he wasn’t close enough to hit, the guy went rigid, dropped his gun and spun into a display before hitting the floor. I saw the driver of the Buick had a gun too and he was pointing it across the passenger seat at the Professor. I knew I didn’t have time to be fancy so I just sprinted at the car hoping I could maybe break out the driver-side window or jostle the car enough to throw off his aim.
I guess I was moving a lot faster than I thought because when I hit the car it sounded like an explosion and IT HURT! The impact shattered the glass and caved-in the whole side of the car. My ears were ringing and I had instant tunnel-vision. I couldn’t take a breath and was sure I messed myself up pretty bad but I didn’t know if the driver would still be able to shoot so I reached under and lifted the car. Yeah – I TIPPED OVER A CAR! Right onto its side.
I was pretty sure I ruptured and broke multiple important parts of my body and the pain was intensifying. I tried to turn around and run back to Gwen’s car but could only stumble a few steps before I dropped to my knees. On top of the pain came an incredible burning sensation and I could only sit there gritting my teeth in agony. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, the burning faded and along with it, the pain from the impact eased up enough that I could catch my breath. The next thing I knew, someone helped me up and across the lot into Gwen’s car.
Everyone was speaking excitedly as Gwen drove away but the only thing I heard was someone asking if I was hurt. I braced myself as I checked my body for broken bones and gaping wounds but there weren’t any. As a matter of fact, I felt pretty good and told them so. I said that it wasn’t as bad as I first thought and Gwen kinda barked out a laugh before she passed me her phone and told me to play the video she just shot.
I watched it. And now I think I’m about to lose my shit.