Luke's POV
It takes approximately five minutes before I'm hopelessly lost and ten minutes before a group of three people start following behind me. They walk perfectly in sync with each other and wear matching coats. I swallow nervously and turn right, thinking it's the correct turn to get back onto my street. Nope. It leads me down an alley. Before I can turn and get myself out of this predicament, the three people are standing at the only exit, blocking it from me. They slowly advance forward, making me back up to the wall.
"I don't have any money on me," I call out thinking that's what they want.
"He can still be used by Tremor," the woman on the left cackles.
"Tremor always needs spokespeople," the teenage girl on the right pipes up.
"Tremor will appreciate your services immensely," the old man in the middle agrees. My back hits the wall, and I realize I'm fucked.
"You know what, I really don't think that Tremor and I are on the same page. I don't think I'd be a good spokesperson for him," I laugh nervously, my eyes scanning for an escape route. Nothing. Fuck.
"Tremor thinks for you," the teenager assures me, making my stomach flip nervously.
"We'll take you to him now," the elderly man promises.
"I really can't go," I say.
"We'll bring Tremor here." The two girls grab onto my arms, forcing them behind my back. The man puts a pair of handcuffs on me. They kick the backs of my knees and I fall to the ground. The man pulls out a burner phone.
"Leave him alone!" A voice screams. A blue glowing figure drops down in front of us. Psyche rises up, her eyes bright blue. Her signature blue energy is rushing along her arms and hands.
"Psyche is here," the man says into the phone. "He says you aren't ready-"
"Ready to face him," she finishes, rolling her eyes, "Tell your boss to get some new lines and tricks. It's the same fucking bullshit every goddamn time." I get pulled up to my feet. The woman holds onto my handcuffs. The teenage girl rushes her. Psyche grins and ducks low, swinging her leg out. The girl trips and goes down. Psyche yanks the coat off, and the girl goes slack.
"Tremor is in need of-"
"Services and minions, right?" She finishes for the woman. The woman snarls and pushes me forward. I stumble forward. Psyche catches me and grips the chain holding my hands together. I see the blue glow getting stronger before the chain snaps. "Do me a favor and call the cops, okay? Tell them I have three Tremor minions." I do as she says, watching as she kicks the shit out of the man and woman. They both fall to the ground and get their coats ripped off as well. Psyche drops down to the ground and places a hand on the the back of each of their necks. Blue energy flows. She notices me staring.
"I'm healing them," Psyche explains, moving over to the teenage girl, "Tremor puts wires in the coats that go into their bodies and connect with their spines to send neural messages." I start feeling light headed as I realize I would've been in the same boat as them if it wasn't for her. Someone answers the 911 call, and I tell them what Psyche told me to. Within five minutes, four cop cars are surrounding the alley entrance. I watch as police officers load each of the three people into separate cars. Psyche talks to the chief for a moment, then walks back over to me.
"Do you know how to get home from here?" She inquires, "Cause you seem pretty lost." I shake my head no. Then a new feeling of dread rushes over me.
Molly.
"My little sister was out all alone earlier," I choke out, worst case scenarios rushing through my mind, "I don't know where she is. What if they got her? What if Tremor has her?"
"He doesn't," Psyche assures me, "I've been watching these three all night. You're the first one they've come in contact with."
"What if other goons got her though?" I demand, my heart racing, "She's my little sister. I'm not supposed to let anything bad happen to her, and if anything did happen, it would be my fault. I got into this stupid ass fight with her which made her leave in the first place."
"She's probably home," Psyche suggests, "If she's not, call the police and tell them to put me through. I'll track her down for you."
I nod and throw my arms around her, "Thank you. For saving me and helping find Molly if she's still missing."
Psyche hugs me back tightly, clinging to my jacket, "Always." She pulls away a moment later and turns to go over to the cops. As she turns, I think I see her wipe her eyes. "Chief Owens. Can you give him a ride home?" The woman nods and gestures me over to her car. I walk over then turn to look back at Psyche, but she's already gone.
