Make It There

Indestructible

For the rest of the next day, I was determined to know what had happened to Lance. I searched on the Internet, drove around town, watched the news, but I ended up in the same place where I started at the beginning of the day. Gosh, the news nor the Internet didn't acknowledge that someone went missing.

Bebe told me not to try too hard to look for the answers--the answers would come to me. Well, I don't have time sitting around, waiting for answers to magically appear in front of me.

I ended the day filled with disappointment.

***

I was on the ice in full ice hockey goalie equipment. I heard the yells of fans echoing through the empty stadium. But there was something weird with their voices: they sounded like they were burned onto a CD and someone decided to rub the back of the CD against concrete and put back into the player and press play; they sounded scratched and jumpy.

Suddenly, I heard cracks benath my feet. I looked down and I gasped as I saw jagged lines appear below my skates. I began to skate away as fast as I could with all my gear weighing me down, the snaps getting louder and louder. My eyes were on the penalty box, the only way to get out from the breaking ice.

I skated faster and faster, the ice crumbling quicker and quicker then...

I fell.

BAM!!!

I fell back to reality.

I shot up quickly, my heart pounding as hard as it could punch and I was sweating crazily. I took in deep breaths to calm myself down before Bebe could snap at me again for waking her up. Finally, I calmed myself down, now sitting in darkness and silence.

Suddnely, I heard footsteps echoing from the other side of the house.

"Toosk, are you--"

"SHHH!!!" I covered Bebe's mouth, filled with alertness. I slid out from under the covers and stood up. "Don't you move nor speak, Bebe," I whispered to her. "I hear something in the living room."

I slowly stepped out from the bedroom and walked down the two small steps that lead to the big living room floor. I heard a little mumbling and shuffles to my left, close to where the front door was located.

I then mustered up all my confidence so that I can end this situation easier. "Who's there!?!" I shouted into the darkness, facing the front door. Silence fell into the house. "I know you're here...," I continued saying, this time more quietly. "You can come out..."

I heard footsteps come towards my direction. Three black figures stepped out from the dark; they were each carrying a bag.

Oh shoot... I thought to myself, my heart dropping. Thieves.

They dropped their bags and pulled out something from their sides and began to--

SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!

I threw myself onto the ground as bullets flew towards me. I let the window behind me take the blows, but all the sharp pieces spilled on me.

I can't stay like this forever! I rolled around, looking to find a weapon. I needed something to protect me, but I don't own a gun.

Then a blinding flash of light caught the corner of my eye. I naturally covered my eyes with my left hand, protecting myself from the light.

Once the light disappeared, I slowly got up to my feet and gazed back at the thieves. I noticed that this time, there were only two thieves.

What the...? I was bewildered. I thought there were three...

The other thieves were also looking around for their other friend by turning their heads in all directions.

I looked at my right hand, realizing that it was not a hand anymore--it was a long, metallic gun. Okay...for now, that's good. But I am gonna need my hand soon. But how do I operate it? Oh great.

I lifted my arm out toward the closest thief, pointing my gun-hand at the him. They were still confused for what happened to their buddy. Die! Go! Disappear! Ugh... This had to be done quickly or else I would be the one shot.

The theives then looked at me.

Oh shoot... I thought to myself.

Then a bright streak of blue light zoomed out from my gun-hand and hit the thief square in the chest. He bursted into a blast of blue light and disappeared.

Oh. Why didn't I thought about that word before? I pointed my gun at the last theif.

He threw up his hands in surrender and ran out of the house, frantically.

I lowered my arm down and stared at my gun-hand with amazement. I won. I defeated three armed theives. I'm...supernatural. Okay, that's a bit weird.

I took a look at the almost destroyed living room and then with a shake of my head, walked back to my bedroom.

There was Bebe, standing in front of the door, still in the bedroom; she had an anxious look on her face.

"What did I tell you?" I hissed at her.

"Is everything okay?" Bebe crossed her arms with a concerned expression.

"Yeah, yeah, they were just robbers," I answered nonchalantly with a sigh.

"Robbers?!" Bebe gasped and covered her mouth. "We got robbed!"

"No, no, I fought them and they left the stuff behind," I told her, hoping she would calm down. "We're safe."

She sighed and gave me a hug, still sending out the anxious vibes. "You okay? You don't look fine." She pulled away and peered up a me.

"Yeah..." I nodded my head. "But I found out why my hand was acting weirdly."

"Why?" She stared at me strangely.

I held out my gun-hard toward Bebe. "Without this, I don't know if I would still be here."

She held is gently in her both hands and examined it. "So now your hand is a gun?...Interesting." She let go of it and gazed back up at me. "Relax and it should go back to normal."

"Yeah, I know. But I'm not relaxed one bit." I dropped my gun-hand by my side.

"Hm. Let's go get some rest." Bebe began to walk back into the bedroom.

"Wait, I first need to wash myself." I looked down at myself, grimacing. "I'm full of blood and sweat." I gazed back up at her. "But we're gonna have a lot of clean up to do tomorrow. Lots."