Flight

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

My hand flew towards the wheel, trying to control the car but I found my arms being swatted away by Christy.

“I told you I can move objects, that includes this car.” I glanced back to the wheel to find it turning and spinning by itself, I looked back at the road to see we were still centered on the road. We hadn't been crashing after all.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I exhaled deeply.

“Because this way is much more fun.” She giggled and reclined even farther, so far back the head rest hit the back seats. “This feels good.” She shut her eyes and let her arms lay limp at her sides.

“Don’t fall asleep!” I yelled. “Don’t you need to look where you're going?!?”

“Calm down mom, I know these paths by heart.”

“Then why’d you tell me you needed to concentrate?” I was frustrated by her chill tone and smooth voice.

“So maybe you’d be quiet,” She opened one eye to peek at me. “You obviously didn’t get the hint.” She shut her eye again and readjusted to be more comfortable.

The next three hours went by agonizingly slow, I tried not to ask questions and found myself watching to see if there would be any road signs signaling where we were. Sadly there was nothing but miles of stretched out  land, empty and barren. I was just about to fall asleep when I felt the car sputter to a stop.

“We need to fill up the gas,” Christy unbuckled her seat belt and hoisted herself up from her relaxed position. “I have a tank and a funnel in the back. It’ll only take me a minute.” With that she got of the car and towards the trunk. It only took her 6 minutes to get the gas in but the hard part was shutting the gas valve. The valve was stuck and no matter how hard she pushed it wouldn't shut completely.

“This is when I use the power.” She held her fist out and swung it in the air, the valve shut with painful screech and I could see her face loosen a bit. “That’s more like it." She skis back into the driver seat wordlessly and revved up the engine again.

"Are you always that aggressive?" I jeered.

"Ha ha ha, so freaking funny." She eased off road a bit and onto a dirt path. The tires crackled and rocks kicked up around the car. "I'm just going to remind you that I have a gun and my power."

"You're always full of threats aren't you. Without your weapon you're weaker than you think." I was trying to push all of her buttons now, let get really know I wasn't scared of her. Christy gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white.

"I always hear people say that but there is one thing you don't realize." She raised a  perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me and for a second I felt myself faltering, all my confidence drained me. "I have physical and mental power. I can either knock you to the ground with my fists or  trick you to let your guard down."

"So you prey on the weak basically?" I frowned at her reflection in the dusty rearview mirror.

"No. I'm just surrounded by the weak." She sneered at the road. "I can't help it, but sometimes you gotta use your advantages for your own advantage."

The car had settled into an uncomfortable silence over the rest of the ride and before I knew it we pulled into the lot of a cluster of buildings. Christy parked the car in front of an old boxy building. This particular building was the largest of the rest and looked almost like someone had stuck a flatiron to the building. Christy sashayed into the building her shoes already covered in a layer of grime from the soft mud.