Dysfunctional

Chapter 2: Bazooka

I sat on the building with Peter just hoping to have a normal conversation. One without my sister in it. But these days it's too much to ask of people.  I sipped from my sprite can and opened my mouth to talk.

Peter stopped me for two seconds. "Did you hear that?" He muttered.

I sat quietly and looked around. "You mean that?" I pointed towards a park.

An explosion went off in some street. I hopped off the building and ran over there before Peter could get there.

I stopped and frowned. The place looked like a Splatoon match. "This is the third time."  Peter said swinging by me.

"What do you mean third time?" I said looking at the bomb residue. It was green....What bomb blasts green?

"It's usually around time that some hooligan started bombing these streets. I don't quite comprehend why."

I thought about the mission that Brook assigned to us. It was to go to Genosha and deliver some mutant remedy. I rather be a detective that be a delivery man. Plus Nathan offered to do it by himself anyway.

"I'll take the case" I said with exhaution. Peter glanced. "Some one already has it."

"I'll fight them for it." I sighed.

"You are going to fight Riley?"

I froze. I had a sudden flash back from the times she has kicked my ass unintentionally. Doesn't help when she can literally lunge far enough to catch your foot.  I don't want to hurt her. Peter must have noticed my face go pale with fear.

"I'm kidding I'm kidding. Just ask Danny for it. He doesn't really want it anyway." I nodded and went to the blast sight. Smoke.... it was harmless smoke

"Smoke bomb" I sang. "What?" Peter questioned.

"If it was real it would have left some real damage. But there isn't any. But a smoke bomb that large to be able to be see 10 blocks away had to be made. And you said there were three of them?"

Peter nodded and folded his arms. "They were all about a week and a half apart."

"So it takes a week and a half to make? Where have the other attacks been?"

"One near a school and another by some houses."

"Then it's obviously some kid. Let's see. He could be running from bullies."

"How do you-"

"Cause this happened 3 times. Around a park, around a school, and around few homes. So this kid is always prepared. Must be smart."

"Stupid people can get bullied too, take Riley for example." Peter smiled

I coughed and tried not to laugh. "That's not a nice thing to say." I bent over and held my knees.

"I'm her brother, not supposed to be nice." He smiled.

I was going to open my mouth to say something rude. But another blast went off. I turned and it was much bigger than I've ever seen. "This blows my theory out of the water." I said following the blue blast.

I stopped and there were three guys trapped in the blue foam. I helped them up. "Do you know who did this to you?"

"Some little brat, don't worry about it. Cause she won't be getting away for long."

"He." A metallic voice said loudly. Someone stood infront of us with a bazooka. Their face was covered and I'm guessing they pulled the trigger. This time it was a sticky bomb that trapped all 5 of us. They bomber fell back from the force of the blast. So that means they are small but strong. They collected themselves and brushed off the dirt.

They held a ball the size of her palm and threw it down. The bomb peirced the clouds and they managed to run away with the same gun that pushed them back and weighed them down. I wasn't able to see which direction they went. Shit. All this pink will never come out of my hair.

"Call your sister" Peter, who I'm pretty sure is under me, yelled.

"Let me use my sibling telepathy real quick." I said making weird sounds with my mouth. "Huh, I guess she didn't pick up" I snapped.

I pulled my arm out and managed to step out of the pink shell I was in. I pulled out Peter and brushed myself off. The three guys were already gone by the time we realized a way to get out. "Where the hell did they go?"

I groaned. "Can you give me a list of all the places that were attacked? Even here."

"No, you lazy ass, get it from Danny" Peter said zipping away and cackling. I watched him go and suddenly felt annoyed. I broke pieces off of the harden sticky blob and chucked them at him.

It smelled like perfume and female shampoo. ... I feel you judging me. I used to steal Riley's shampoo now and then because I couldn't afford my own. Now I can and I'm kind of attached to that strawberry shampoo she had.

I grabbed a couple of shards of the foam and prepared to take it home. But it dissovled when I ran about 7 feet. "God dammit."

I went back and painfully walked normally to Danny's and Luke's place. I knocked on the door with a smile on my face.

Danny glared down at me. "Hey sexy" I beamed leaning against the door