Runaway

Chapter 5

Tommy stuck in a forest what will he do?
Cry-
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Tommy sat on the living room couch, staring at Phil who was sitting across from him.

"Tommy, I'm sorry. We didn't tell you earlier but we'll show you everything now. I'll explain in more detail."

Puffy sat next to him, and as much as he didn't mind her all the time. He certainly wished she wasn't right next to him right now. She was using her calming shit, drugs? To calm him down, and he really wanted to argue with Phil or anything just to get the frustration out.

"Our abilities come from Greek gods, it's passed down in the family. Only a select few get these genes, what abilities you obtain are, well. It depends on which god you were related to and your personality." Phil explained, looking over at Karl with an apologetic look.

"Or, your past lives."

Familiar.

YOU KEEP SAYING THAT GOD DAMN IT.

Tommy noticed the way Karl sharply inhaled and straightened his posture, and looked absolutely fucking surprised and scared.

Stop listening bastard.

He thanked the fact he could cuss Karl out and be rude in his head. He was still pissed off he couldn't yell profanities though.

Then it hit.

"PAST LIVES?" He shouted, managing to shock everyone in the room. Leaving them in shock long enough for him to realize Puffy wasn't using her abilities on him.

So he took his chances and ran, knocking shelves and random shit over to keep them occupied long enough for him to get away. Or at least buy himself enough time to get away to have time to himself. He needed to process everything.

"WAIT!" "TOMMY!"

Run, run faster you fucking shit.

Tommy ran into the woods, taking the opposite direction of the road. He decided to round back around when he got far enough to hopefully throw them off.

Hopefully.

Shut up.

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Tommy didn't know how long he ran for, but he did. He waited before taking the trail back, managing to get lost trying to retrace his steps.

"I went in a straight line and only took a few turns, like a zigzag. It should be easy." He muttered, staring at the ground to try and see marks of his shoes or just something to help him.

This whole thing is annoying.

Remind you of someone?

Being stuck with the voices were worse than staying with maniacs, Tommy decided.

The voices always brought him anxiety, even more now since the woods are getting a lot darker than he'd like. But the voices got more clear, it's making him paranoid and he doesn't like that feeling.

Phil could've done this, abilities? Yeah, that's why the voices are more clear.

Are you sure?

Yeah it could be something else!

Shut up.

AAA

Tommy wanted to drop dead right then and there, he didn't care. The voices were loud and gave him head aches, he didn't want to put up with that shit today.