My Weird Superpower

Chapter 2 - After Math

"You, little girl, over there."

"I'm not a girl" I'm really not a girl. I will deck anyone who calls me a girl.

"Uh, little boy?"

"Nope."

"Well, whatever you think you are, come out."

"No." This cupboard has been a successful hiding spot up until now. I am not leaving this spot. It is the only cover I have in this goddamn building, and they have a knife.

"Don't make me come get you." Their voice was weirdly comforting. Like, everything they've said has been a threat, but I feel good about that. I couldn't put my finger on it, why I felt like I was so drawn to them, maybe destiny, maybe my weird brain just likes a little bit of danger. Who could say?

I step out of the cupboard.

"You called me, Mr. Bossy Pants?"

"Actually it's Mr. Bossy Pantaloons, if you are going to be so impertinent, at least use my formal title." I was able to get my first look at him, also my first good look at the body, but we'll ignore that. He was tall, skinny, skinnier than any person should be, his hair was dark and his eyes sunk straight into his skull with malicious exhaustion. Even though I just witnessed him literally kill someone right in front of me, there was no blood on him, anywhere. There was blood all around him, but none on him. Why can I only focus on the blood? There is so much blood? Oh my god is he going to stab me? Is that why he wanted me to come out of the cupboard, so he wouldn't have to bend down to stab me? If he bent down he might snap in half. Oh my god.

Breathe.

You're okay.

You're still alive.

And he hasn't killed you yet.

"Well, little person, you have now witnessed something you never should have." Pantaloon McFancy Face smirks at me, "It definitely is a shame, because you seem to have so much potential. I don't really want to kill you, but I also can't have you talking about this to anyone, so I have a proposal for you."

"I don't think I really want to hear it."

"No need to be short with me, I'm just giving you options. Have you ever felt a little different? Like some things made a little too much sense, and no one could explain it? As if your brain was wired on hyperspeed, designed to create chaos." I try not to react, but curiosity gets the best of me. "Ah, so you have. Well, if you come with me, I can help you make sense of all of this. I know what is happening."

"Only if I get to hold the knife."