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TrueMu Chapter 2

After School

I sigh as I look at the time, 7 pm. It's about time.

"Time to head out then." I groan, standing up from the table where I had done homework and ate dinner at. My spine cracked, 4 satisfying pops ranging from my shoulders to lower back crack consecutively; that's my reward for doing Calc. 7 for several hours.

Seriously, who cared about measuring a demon's and angel's presence? The war ended, they rarely showed up in the human realms anymore.

I walk into my room, looking at my space suit that I had plugged into its charging unit. I check the charge level, sighing when I saw it was at 82.5%.

"Damn thing takes too long." I groan, throwing open my closet to look for a decent outfit for tonight. I had a party to go to, and several people to murder.

I give up, deciding to just wear the same outfit I had worn to school. Who cares? I look good in it, I'll pick up a couple chicks to murder in the back alley, all will be good. For me at least.

I pull out my phone, double checking the address.

"Yep, 420 5th St. Let's go." I look down the street, preparing my nerves for what I was about to do.

I sigh when I see no one, walking up to a telephone pole and pressing my palms against it.

Carry me through you, take me where I wish to go.

I smother a scream as I felt my skin melding through the wood, sinking into the wires. My body follows, turning into pure electricity and melting through the wire and joining the other electrons on the inside.

It hurt. It hurt so much.

My mind felt like it was on fire, and once I was inside the wire I let myself scream, releasing a burst of energy and probably frying anything that was connected to this particular power line. I was numb, barely moving besides to let out sobs of brain-wracking pain.

And then it was over.

I was standing on the end of a driveway, leaning up against a power line, fit as a fiddle and the pain already fading. There was no sign that I had been screaming and crying in pain earlier, the power lines having transported my body in tip top shape, it's no wonder, the trip probably only took seconds.

I smirk, oh the lies that this body could tell.

I walk up to the door, already hearing pounding music and drunken laughing. One quick glance around the yard showed completely wasted teens, some gaping at me. I shrugged, they wouldn't remember anything in the morning, and nobody would believe them anyway.

Honestly, who would believe somebody had come out of a power line when the storyteller had been wasted and probably stoned?

Nobody, that's who.

I knock on the front door, crossing my arms. I could feel the little star and beads in my hair jingling in the wind, letting out small musical clinks that reminded me of a wind chime.

The door opens, showing the host of the party, who was completely drunk out of his mind.

"Heyyyyyyyyyy maaaaaaaan~! What's up!?" I sigh, shaking my head in amusement.

"Gerard, the party only started half an hour ago, didn't it? Why're you already wasted?" Gerard only giggles, leaning down to give me a hug.

"Stop being a spoilsport Jay!! I figured I needed to get wasted if you were gonna be here!" I stiffen in Gerard's arms, my blue eyes widening in surprise and slight fear.