Freaks (Ticci Toby) ((Sequel to Outcasts))

Chapter Ten;

Chapter Ten

Kerigan

I opened my window, quickly pulling the plastic bag into the room. Inside, at least six full bottles of each prescription I gave Grossman was there, as well as four packs of Tims cigs and two packs of my cigars. I grinned and went to the closet, hiding the bag in a cubby hole I had found in there.

The next night, Toby had to leave for the night. This time, just Brian, Ben, Sally and I remained at the house as the others all had 'jobs' to do. As they all slept, I grabbed the bag and filled everyone's bottles, and smiled to myself as I snuck into Tims room.

He had pictures of Kirstan hanging on the wall, and one of her band-tees was wrapped around a pillow. I felt my heart soften slightly for the cocky arrogant bastard. He was missing my sister just as much as I was. I placed the new pack of his cigs under his old ones, and left without disturbing anything else. I went and crawled into my bed, smiling to myself.

-(✖️)-

"What the hell? Where did- Richard!! You filled my pills?"

"What?"

"Whoa mine too?? Dude thank you so much!"

"I didn't-"

"Holy fuck! And you got me cigarettes? SLENDY! I fucking LOVE you!"

"How did you do this! We were all out all night!"

"Children what are you-"

"I don't have to t-twitch violently anymore!"

"We know you said you think this stuff is pointless down here, but thank you so much! It really does help us... Thank you Richard!"

I smiled and felt myself slip back asleep.

-(✖️)-

That Saturday, Toby Jeff and LJ had to all go out, so I climbed out of the room quietly. I had left Isaac a note on my windowsill to meet me where I first met him to practice. I ran into the woods, and lit a cigar while waiting for him. He stomped up from the other way, smirking.

"Couch witch!" He yelled, and I shushed him. I sighed and led him further into the woods, and blew out some smoke, which he coughed on. I turned to him and nodded.

"Okay. Here. Hold out your hands." He blinked at my commanding voice, and I let a small blue ball of flame expand in my palm before carefully placing it into his hand. "Stare at it and think 'it won't touch me: it won't burn me: I can control the flame.' Mentally repeat this, or verbally, whatever. Use it like a mantra, and focus on the flame." He nodded as I slowly lowered the flame onto his palm.

"I.. I'm doing it! I'm - OUCH!" The flame suddenly exploded and burned his hand as he yelled, and I shushed him again. I sigh, making another ball.

"Don't get overly excited. I want you to focus on the energy. What does fire make you think of? Focus on that, and focus on this flame." I placed it in his palm again, and he frowned as he stared into the ball.

"It reminds me of anger." He whispered quietly, sounding strained. Like it hurt to think of whatever he was, presumably someone's anger.

"Well... That's good. But don't think of a fire that destroys. Think of a fire that gives life. Keeps you warm. Makes your food." I watched as the flame became red and dance in his hands. A small smile spread my lips. "Very good." I whispered. I slapped my hand on his, making him squeak in pain from the hard impact on his burn. I chuckled. "Channel those feelings and memories into creating your own flame."

I stood there for about thirty minutes, just staring at him, trying to expand my own power, and I actually felt something grow inside my chest and cover us both in a dizzying energy. A blue ball suddenly lit in his palm, and lit up the dark space. He grunted and dropped it as he grabbed his head. I quickly stomped on the flame, looking up in time to watch his unfocused eyes sharpen.

"Ouch... My ears popped." He mumbled.

"Hey! That's what happened to me when I figured this out for the first time. I think it's the power settling into your psyche."

"What? Cool!" He yelled, and I chuckled. "Next time can we work on moving things with my mind?"

"Actually, next time, I want us both to work on creating more than just a ball. I want to try to use the flame as more than just something you throw- maybe we can make a disc so hot it slices through trees?" I said, and he gasped in excitement. He waved goodbye, and ran off, making balls of flames the whole way. I chuckled and headed back to the house, climbing back into my window. I laid down in bed, and lit up another cigar, watching the smoke swirl around the room.

-(✖️)-

"So... Like this?" Weeks ahead, Issac and I were making great progress. I smiled and nodded my head as a spinning dinner-plate sized disc of red flame appeared in his hands.

"Yup, and just imagine throwing it like a frisbee." He looked at me in confusion, so I frowned and flicked my wrist in the way someone would to throw a disc. He mimicked me, sending the disc flying as I throw my hands up, creating a field of energy around it to stop it from hurting anything. I imagine the field getting smaller and smaller until it suffocates the flames, and they eventually diminish.

"God that's cool." He mumbles.

"Now- your flame isn't quite hot Enough. Can you try to make it warmer? Red won't slice through anything, it'll just bump into it." He nodded and made a ball appear, an I worked on forming the flame into other weapons. I had gotten a whip and the disc, and now I was going for a small dagger.

"Like... This?" I look up to see a blue disc. I nod and smile widely.

"Exactly! Great job!" I clapped, then held out my palm, focusing on the shape of the dagger I wanted. Just something small... Cmon, cmon... The blade started to form when Grossman gasped.

"Oh my god Kerigan! It's almost six am!" He whispered, and my head snapped up. I felt pure fear engulf my senses as I turn and run, as fast as I can through the woods towards the house, not even dismissing Isaac. As I got closer and closer, I could hear my name being yelled out. I burst out of the woods, and slammed right into EJ. We both tumbled to the ground, but he recovered quickly, jumping up and pulling a small surgical knife on me.

"K-Kerigan? Where have you been!" He yelled, causing me to wince and blush.

"I went into the woods for a smoke when I could sleep, and I-I must've fallen asleep." I lied easily, and he grabbed my arm.

"We have been looking for you for hours! Toby's been pulling out his goddamn hair, Kerigan! What the fuck were you thinking?!" I flinched at his scolding voice. He pulled me inside the house, and Toby rounded the corner, stopped for a fraction of a second, then burst into tears. His whole body was trembling and he couldn't talk. His wet eyes were twitching horribly, and his neck kept twisting and snapping. He grabbed me and pulled me into a tight hug.

"O-O-Oh th-thank-k g-God-d!" He stumbled, patting me down for injuries.

"I-I'm so sorry, when you weren't here, I couldn't sleep, and I went to s-smoke, and I- I must've fallen asleep- I'm so-" I started.

"You fell asleep in the woods?!" LJ snapped, appearing from the kitchen. It looked like he was worried beyond belief, and exhausted. Jeff was close behind, clutching a cup of black coffee. "How stupid- you could have died! Or been kidnapped or raped or tortured how could you-" Jack snaps, pulling at his hair. I started shaking myself, crying silently.

"I-I'm so sorry, I'm so tired, I... I'm sorry..." I whispered. Brian and Tim came in from the back, and I received a dirty look from the both of them. I winced and tried not to cry anymore. Toby an I were still clinging to each other.

"It's okay... Just... Don't fucking do it again, okay kid? God you're lucky Richard wasn't here..." Jeff mumbled, and sent everyone to bed like a mother. I stood there with Toby, feeling guilty. He pulled back, his fear replaced with anger. He stared at me, his eye twitching.

"Now... What were you really doing?"