13 <ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ>

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Y/n was in a normal school with normal kids. They hated it there. Places like that weren't made for people like them. Not the power part, but the part of them that thought differently. Whether that be for good or bad. Friendship was rocky for them. One of their first ever friendships had ended in a crash, a nuclear bomb of a crash. They ended up with an office referral or two, and one too many bad memories. B, their best friend sat on the bench next to them. This was all they had left. The person who copied the way they lived down to the way they breathed. It was sickening, to everyone around them. Y/n was too different for the teachers, but just different enough to get this rip off next to them. It was a personal hell, almost as bad as the other kids they hung around. So while B talked about something Y/n didn't care about, they saw the trouble heading their way first. "Witch! Help us!" A boy yelled, They recognized this boy much to their dismay. Y/n leaned up and saw him holding a dead bug. "Bring it back! Bring it back!" He shouted, other's began to stare. Their face heated up, just as he threw the roach at their chest.

In the air it was a snake, the size of their leg. This was the issue, the power they had. A scatter brained middle schooler had been given the powers of a god. Or more specifically, a god of madness. Their emotions reacted almost deathly to the items around them. First it was just confetti, glitter, show tricks. Then it was snakes, rats, and now- things to the size of sharks. The boy's eyes went wide, Y/n frowned. The boy ran up getting ready to punch when a professional looking woman yelled "Get away from the young lady!" The boy stepped back. "Miss- you've got it all wrong! She was threatening to kill us! Thank god you showed up, I don't feel safe!" A girl almost fell to her knees in the act.

And just as unfortunate as the last time– Y/n knew the girl all too well. And what would happen next even better. But instead the woman pushed her aside and flipped up her badge. "You need to come with us." Y/n was shocked, and even more terrified. All authorities had ever done was scream and yell, and point fingers at people like them. They couldn't deny the ivy that grew around their ankles, the one that began to drag the picnic tables of the middle school into the dirt below. Y/n decided not to dig a deeper hole, or pull a picnic any deeper by grabbing their bag and leaving with the woman. They weren't pleased with the faces they got on the way out. That girl was definitely ecstatic with how this turned out, Y/n in basically handcuffs- what she always wanted. That fit the crime didn't it?

They climbed into the backseat of the woman's car, their tens of keychains clanging against it's clearly expensive exterior. Sweat collected along their palms, as did the wine. The strong smelling aged grape juice dripped from their fingers, onto the elite brand of car cushions. Y/n stuck with slamming their hands together, a hum almost gathering in their throat. "So.. Am I in trouble? This about the cold case?" They wanted to say that they wouldn't speak a word without a lawyer present, but it couldn't quite come out.

They got no response, but the radio's low humm. "The as foreseen alien craft has entered the atmosphere, while the heroes of earth gather to stand against these intruders." "I'm not an alien, just to be clear- Greek stuff.." Y/n blurted out, suddenly wanting to remind the woman they were not an intruder to the US of A. Nor did they want the hammer of the US justice system. It was bad enough trying to explain that some Greek drunk guy was the reason they had wine pooling from their palms.

The woman slid the tinted window blocker up. That was the better outcome Y/n thought of, being treated like some crazy kid was better than some out of control witch. They pulled out their earbuds, the single most important item in their life. Long before the incident they were there, some with wires, some with the worst quality speakers- but it didn't matter. They helped them see beyond their broken household, and beyond the shitty situation they had been in. And the one they were in now.

Just as the fireworks began to form in their mind, the car jolted to a stop. The wine splattered across the seat in front of them. There it was again, another punishment. They didn't have time to worry, because the woman was ripping the car door open. She did pause at the blood bash of the car that smelled like a brewery, but didn't say a word. They scrambled to put away their earbuds before jumping out, the wine growing strangely colored weeds from its splatter. "Come on." The woman began walking, assuring the middle schooler was not far behind. The facility was huge, and full of corporate shrills. That's where Y/n's attitude came back, remembering why they were pulled from school. The government, again messing with things that are almost certainly completely their fault. But beyond that front desk with the broken receptionist was a woman, with a large smile.