ELECTRIFIED

CHAPTER 2

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Rage, confusion, frustration, pain.  Joey tore off the jacket.  He could no longer ignore what was inside him anymore.  Not after the gunman.  He placed his hand on Daniel's chest, feeling fresh blood touch his skin.  Electricity ran down his arm, burning his flesh.  Joey screamed in agony, letting the emotions flow into the lightning down his arm.  End his suffering, Joey thought, don't let him die in pain.  His arm began to ache the longer he let the energy stay.  He was practically exploding out of his arm.  Everything he had in him ran down to his fist.  It was enough to end Daniel's life, stop his slow suffering.  Nobody wants to die a slow death.

Tears continued to drip down Joey's cheeks.  Nobody deserves to die like this.  Daniel was too young.  He deserved a longer future.  Daniel shouldn't have died.  Daniel shouldn't be dying.  Daniel shouldn't be dying.  "He shouldn't be dying!" his voice, full of pain, rang around the now empty room.  The lightning struck, hitting Daniel's body.  The electricity flowed around it.  Joey watched as it happened, crying.  This was it.
Another innocent life...

Then, Joey's eyebrow lowered.  The hole was gone.  Daniel's eyes opened, and he looked up at Joey in confusion.  He looked down at himself and saw blood, then touched his chest, feeling for the hole that had previously been there.  He looked confused, then looked at Joey.  His confused eyes gazed into Joey's for a long moment.

Joey stopped kneeling and stood up.  Daniel stayed sitting, "Wait, what just-...  Did you-..."

"No..." Joey whispered.

Daniel's eyes widened, "You just.... You.... I was dying, and then... You-...  How did-..."

Joey shook his head, adrenaline still pumping.  Daniel continued touching his blood-drenched shirt, pulling the neck down, trying to search on his chest for the wound.  Shaking, Joey took a step backwards, then another.  The club was quiet, everybody had ran out, and it left him and Daniel by themselves, in a building filled with the stench of death and something burnt.  That something being the body of an evil, wicked man who wanted nothing but death upon the people in this club, and innocent Daniel.

Daniel looked back up at Joey, his hand on his chest.  His lips were parted slightly, his pale face slowly colouring up again after becoming nearly white.  He was sitting up against the leg of a table in a pool of his own blood, looking bewildered.  As much as Joey wanted to help him more, he couldn't.  He instead spun himself around and headed for the back door, which was locked.  With another shove and a jolt of electricity, the door gave in and he ran out, hearing Daniel shouting.  He didn't give it a second thought, he booked it.  All Joey could hope for was that Daniel would forget Joey's face.  He decided to never return to that club or anywhere near it, in fear of being recognized.

    He hopped into his car, which was parked pretty far from the club, turned the key in the ignition, and drove away.  He couldn't believe what he was driving away from.  Rain tapped loudly on his windshield, the wipers wiping the droplets off in a quick rhythm.  Joey tapped his fingers to the rhythm of the sound of the wipers, trying to calm his mind.  Anything else crazy could set him off again, and god knows what destruction he could make with a car full of gas.  He took several deep breaths, then turned on the radio.  If he didn't stop thinking about the charred remains of the shooter, and the blood pooling from Daniel's chest...  He was going to either throw up, explode, or both.

    He heard a good beat coming from the radio.  He turned it up, and the first words he heard were, We gonna rock down to Electric Avenue.

    He turned the radio off so fast he hurt his hand.  But the song kept playing in his head, and the windshield wipers aided in creating a beat.  His heart raced and he felt sick to his stomach.  He watched the bright, white lights coming from the cars coming in the opposite direction from him, he tried desperately to get his mind off the club, but nothing was working.  He bet the cops had been called.  Did Daniel get to safety?  Would Daniel tell what happened?  Would anyone believe him?  What if they blamed Joey for the death of the shooter?  What if Daniel got arrested?  What if, what if, what if?