"No!" I whisper scream.
Even as the watch sits in the corner of my room, the movie continues to play. It just happened to be on the wall sideways now.
"Nope. Not watching it." I huff and pull my sheet up and over my head.
"I know this seems hard. And unfair of us," a voice says, taking over my earphones. It's Abe's, crystal clear and full of melancholy.
Like a kid hiding from a monster, I move the sheet just enough to peer out at the video across the room.
"You are strong and smart and forgiving." Clay's voice is now chiming in. The voices aren't connected to the mission tape. I see that movie Clay and Abe are in hand-to-hand combat with a crew of masked assailants.
"Noah, we need to show you what happened. Please, watch this so you know," Abe says, and I realize he is coming to me live. So it isn't my dad. Not only has this duo transformed my tech band into a drive-in movie, but now they have somehow pirated the connection to deliver real-time comms.
Unbelievable.
Before I can aggressively throw my earbuds across the room too, the strange predicament that the two numbskulls have gotten themselves into on the mission recording catches my attention.
Clay is dangling over the side of the parking garage. A dozen-story freefall awaits him. The only thing keeping him alive is his grasp on Abe's hands above him. My blond friend is bent in half over the edge of the concrete structure. His hold on Clay is working as a safety rope, but how is Abe not sliding off the side also?
"Idiots," I can feel the bewilderment on my face. I sigh. "Fine, rewind 20 seconds."
The image jumps backward in time. One of the mystery fighters that Abe and Clay were rumbling with, tosses a glowing disc down on the floor between him and the pair of my morons. A blast erupts, just as Clay rock-layers up and jumps between the explosion and Abe. It thrust both of them off their feet, sending Abe skidding across the ground and Clay sailing through the air. When Clay tumbles past Abe, Abe grabs onto the hunk. This pulls Abe into the roll as Abe slides over the side of the rooftop parking deck.
Thankfully, like someone hits the brakes, Abe's body catches. Based on the howl he lets out I don't think it was part of his plan. Clay bangs against the side of the building but is tightly held hand-in-hand by Abe.
The drone aims its camera toward the source of what stopped Abe, and my hand goes to my mouth as I watch. A long piece of exposed iron rebar has skewered Abe's right leg like a gross beefcake kebob.
Out of breath, Abe asks, "You okay down there?"
"Oh, yeah. Just hanging around," Clay replies. "You?"
"You're fucking heavy," Abe says with a pained chuckle.
"Let me go." Clay's statement sends chills up my spine. More stupid than selfless.
"Fat chance, Rocky. You won't survive a drop like that, even with your stone shield."
"Well, I don't want to bring you down with me." More selfless than stupid.
"You won't. I'm not going anywhere, but I don't have the power to pull you up. You are going to have to climb me."
I think both Clay and I say "Whaa?" at the same time.
"I'm gonna make a ladder. Hold on to one of my arms. My other will grab my utility belt. You reach up as soon as I do and use my bicep as the first rung, then stretch to my belt for the second rung. That will get you close enough to get a hold of the edge and you can pull yourself up."
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Teen Fiction⚠️Weekly updates on Sundays :) ⚠️ Loving someone who doesn't love you back super sucks. What's even suckier? If that someone is a superhero...and your best friend. Noah has known his oldest friend, Abe, for years. He is also the only person who know...
