Stolen From Superman-The Sequel To Waiting for Superman

Chapter 25- Steven

I twist around in my seat immediately, staring out the back window. Luckily, the shots aren't aimed at us. But I almost wish they were. Joey fires into the crowd of shoppers. People fall, and run, screaming. I go white, clapping my hand over my mouth and turning around, closing my eyes. The images replay behind my eyelids, and I'm so horrified I can barely breathe. Jordan grabs my hand, eyes wide. I can see the fear he hides behind them. "Oh my god." I get out, my heart sinking and emotion swirling in my mind. They're dying because of me. He was there for me. I should have died, not them. I cover my face, starting to hyperventilate. "Ali. Calm down. You have to tell me what happened." Jordan says, voice panicked as we pull out of the parking lot, and away from the screams. My heart still pounds, but I know we're out of danger. Guilt courses through me. We just left them there. Ran. But if we hadn't, Jordan could be dead. And that I could not allow. Jordan looks at me, face shocked and worried beyond all doubt. I take a few breaths, trying to calm my heart rate. "Ali, what happened?" he repeats.

The images won't stop replaying in my head. I close my eyes for a moment, knowing I must answer. "I... I was heading to that gym by the mall." I start, launching into the story. "Joey, you know, my physical therapy instructor, showed up, and he was acting so, so weird. Creepy." I say, shivering a bit. His face is no longer annoying, it's terrifying. "What do you mean, weird? Did he say something?" I swallow, nodding. "He seemed pretty disappointed that Percy survived. And then... Then he asked me to tell you that his friend Steven says hi." I can physically see the wave of tension that rolls through him. He clenches the steering wheel, staring straight ahead, almost as if locked in place. "What's wrong?" I ask, my worry seeping into my voice. "You're sure he said Steven?" I nod, confused, and scared. "Why does that matter so much?" He shakes his head "I'll explain when we get home. Tell me the rest." I look at him carefully, concerned. "I left just about as fast as I could. But he followed me." Jordan flinches slightly, from what would seem to be guilt. But that doesn't make sense. What does he have to do with this? I blink, and continue. "I finally lost him by going into the mall. But he was waiting outside for me. And then you got there, and..." I trail off, not wanting to remember what's so fresh in my mind. "You could have died." He whispers, horrified. I nod, still shocked, and incredibly worried. I don't what's going on, but it seems to be bigger than just a creepy instructor. "Who's Steven?" I ask. Jordan purses his lips reluctantly. "I need to know." I say, and he nods, looking down for a moment. "Do you remember in my Draw my Life video, when I talked about the kid's arm that I broke?" he says, raising an eyebrow. I nod. "What about him?" "That kid's name was Steven Hart. And he hated me for the rest of his life." I clench my teeth. "Why? I thought it was an accident." He scoffs "It was. I think he was a little...off inside? He never forgave me. And it didn't help that we both boarded competitively." I nod, wrinkling my brow. So it might be that Steven is behind all of this. "And that accident, that really ended my professional ambitions? We found out later that the board had been tampered with. He sort of disappeared after that. But he left a note in my locker at school. All it said was 'Don't forget me.'" I shiver a bit, suddenly scared for his wellbeing. If he really does have a crazy killer after him, we're both in danger. He swallows, seeming to struggle with the next part, and wrinkling his brow. "But I did. I did forget until now. And look at what's happening." He says, voice regretful and upset. "This isn't your fault." I say softly. He nods. "I know. But now you're in danger too. And that is my fault." I blink, unable to really combat the statement. I wonder where Joey comes into this. Jordan clears his throat. "I'm going to do some research on him. Figure out if he's connected to this. But I'd bet money that he is." I look down, a little afraid to ask what I ask next "Why do you think that?" He tightens his jaw for a moment "Because the best way to hurt me is to hurt you." I can feel the blood drain from my face. But a certain sense of warmth floods my heart. He just admitted something very large. I know the same would apply to me. But this marks something between us. The point of no return. We are really in this together now. We can't stand the idea of being apart and we will go to any lengths to keep the other safe. It's dangerous, sure, but, in a way, it's beautiful. I only hope he isn't the one to suffer for me.

"This is all my fault." He whisper, seeming to struggle internally. "Don't say that." I say back. He blinks, and something seems to snap "But you might die!" he yells, releasing what we've both been thinking. "We're going to figure this out Jordan." Is all I can say in response. Because, somewhere, deep down, I know he's got a very good reason to worry. Physcopaths go to great lengths to get what they want. And if Steven is behind this, I should be concerned. For myself, and for Jordan.

A/N: Aw maaaaaannnnnn.......stuffs gonna go down. And you guys are probably going to kill me....But the story is going to be great! Haha thanks for reading, slap dat vote button, and drop a comment, most likely yelling at me for my evil plot twists! Hurrah!

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