Tales Of The Telekinetic

Filming: "He Is A Liar"

"Two birds on a wire." 

Andrew had a cousin named Matt. Inseparable when they were young, best of friends, it seemed like nothing could separate them. All the love in the world, that's what these two had for each other, and they never saw it coming. 

"One tries to fly away, and the other" 

They were opposites attract. He was popular, he had friends, people cared about him. Andrew had no popularity, he was an outcast, ate on the bleachers, then went home to his mother dying and his father screaming. At least his straight A's made up for everything else. 

"Watches him close from that wire." 

It's not like Andrew didn't want to be like Matt, loved and wanted, it was just the kind of attention and questions he would get weren't what he wanted. He didn't smoke, drink, have sex, and he certainly didn't go to raves. But Matt insisted. And then dumped him. 

"He says he wants to as well, but he is a liar." 

He wound up outside by a tree. Alone. Sure thing, Matt, I'll come to your stupid party and then get ditched. But in hindsight, Andrew was thankful for being out there, because he found the new best thing in his life. Steve, the popular quarterback of the football team, and Steve remembered him, Steve CARED. 

"I'll believe it all, there's nothing I won't understand." 

They had powers now, they could do anything. Three boys, and they could rule the world. But to Andrew, the real happiness was finally being able to tell someone about his Dad without them shrugging him off. In return, Steve told him about his parents and how they fought, how his mom cheated.

"I'll believe it all, I won't let go of your hand." 

Steve invited him to the talent show. He comforted him when Matt got angry. He protected Andrew, he made Andrew strong, and good, and it seemed like the daydream would never end. Saving each other, one from above, and the other from the mindless problems below, clinging onto each other for good. They were flying, but one still had his feet on the ground. 

"Two birds on a wire."

Matt was there at the talent show, he cheered Andrew on, he was there, he started to CARE. Andrew wasn't ready for that, but he embraced the short lived happiness of three boys doing magic tricks only for themselves. 

"One says 'Come on', and the other says 'I'm tired'." 

Matt started to fade away again. After the party, after Andrew's fall from grace, he was nowhere to be found. So Steve took it upon himself to fly up, to save the day, and to save Andrew from himself. 

"The sky's overcast, and I'm sorry." 

Andrew lashed out, terrified, angry, powerful. Built up energy came to Earth in the form of lighting, and in the blink of an eye, the hero started to fall. The blast hit Steve in the chest, Andrew couldn't think to do anything but dive after him. He couldn't think when he dragged Steve's body to a field, he couldn't think during the funeral. 

"One more or one less, nobody's worried." 

 Steve was gone, and so was the hope in Andrew's life. He sat down next to Steve's grave, a life and a part of his own life, gone. And it was all his fault, he wasn't strong enough, he wasn't good enough, he had done this and he couldn't fix it.

"I'll believe it all, there's nothing I won't understand." 

Matt was there too, and all he wanted to do was know. He wanted the truth, he wanted to help Andrew. But he was too far gone to be helped. It was back to the start, two cousins at war, on opposite sides.

"I'll believe it all, I won't let go of your hand." 

He tried to talk to Andrew, tried to reason, tried to understand, but it seems Andrew didn't want him to. Andrew shielded himself from Matt's punch, he didn't back down. He was stronger than this. And he always had been. He wasn't ready to let go of his anger, of his truths. 

"Two birds of a feather, say that they're always gonna stay together." 

Andrew stopped standing still. That is where he had been, standing still, watching people he love crash around him. So he flew, he robbed, he punched and killed. And the came the explosion. And all he saw was red. 

"But one's never going to let go of that wire. He says that he will, but he's just a liar." 

The birthday party was going well, it seems. Kid blew out his candles, and suddenly Matt's nose was filled with a flood of blood. The news was on, a hospital had exploded, believed to be a bomb. And it was. A human bomb, full of rage and terror and Matt knew it was all his fault. He had to help him, bring him back and help him see things clearly. He had to stop Andrew and his unexpected urge to finally let out his pain and FLY. 

"Two birds on a wire. One tries to fly away and the other watches him close from that wire." 

                                              "He says he wants to as well, but he is a LIAR."

Everything was somehow caught on camera. Flying cars, people being dragged away, and a scared, sick, beat up boy vomiting on a rooftop. Matt wasn't trying to hurt Andrew, not truly, because he could never hurt Andrew, he could never break the rules he set for himself, he could never truly fly like Andrew could. Andrew had let go, broken out, started flying. Matt was trapped, stuck between helping his cousin and following his (rather skewed up) morals. Neither of them were perfect, and that was proven by how they fought. Almost no mercy, just trying to survive, best the other and make them see their side. Andrew finally lost consciousness, at least for a few minutes, giving Matt time to fly him to the middle of a plaza and unceremoniously drop him. But Andrew got up, Andrew fought back, it wasn't over until it was over. And over wasn't far away. Matt couldn't do this anymore, he tried and he tried, but Andrew had to be stopped. The spear. He looked to a statue holding a spear, directly behind Andrew. It was over way too fast as the spear flew and plunged straight into Andrew's chest. Andrew Detmer, Matt's older cousin, his best friend, his only true family, was dead. So he flew. Matt let go, and flew. Away from Seattle, away from the memories and the seemingly unbreakable cage he was trapped in. The cage of life, and right and wrong. The cage of logic over family, of Arthur Schopenhauer and hubris, and being a hero. Because Matthew Garretty wasn't a hero. He was just a fraud, thinking he was right all along. He should have listened to Andrew. Poor, broken abused Andrew, who finally burst and couldn't stop his actions. Matt was just blinded, so stuck. And now he wasn't. And he was all alone.

"Two birds on a wire. One tries to fly away, and the other...." 

[Song Is "Two Birds" By Regina Spektor]