Run For Your Life

Freak

Song: On Parole by Motörrhead

May 1

An alarm sounds and suddenly every worker is on lockdown mode. Beverly and Greta give each other wide stares before rushing out, bags still in hands. They don't care.

Ben and Mike are up and alert now too. Ben is about to comment on Greta, but doesn't have the time. Because soon four more are running towards them with tons of bags in their grip. "Run!" Eddie shouts before erupting into a fit of giggles.

"Oh fuck!" The rest take off as well.

"Stop right there!" Officers shout all around them.

"Put your hands up!"

They don't and instead keep running. But it doesn't get better once they're outside. Turns out that people did recognize them. Meaning now they are surrounded.

But not for long.

Richie takes a few steps, bags still in hands. He gives a smile before pointing at various officers. "You get to go home and you get to go home! And you get to go home too! All of you get outta here."

"You sound like Oprah, nerd." Eddie snorts.

Most officers turn away, but there's still a few that he missed. Now all guns point at him, giving Eddie the perfect opportunity. He runs, bags still in hands. The boy drops them last second before reaching out a palm and touching a random officer's arm. The man immediately winces and cries. Eddie takes the gun from him and throws it towards Richie. Who of course catches it with ease.

"I suggest you all do as he said. And get the hell out of here." Flames form in both of Beverly's hands.

Greta steps up too. "What she said." She sends a bolt hurdling towards one man, knocking him out cold.

"Holy shit! Greta has powers too! What a small fucking world!" Eddie gasps.

"Shut it, twerp." She snarls.

Eddie frowns, but does as told. He then turns to Richie. "It's because I'm the youngest, isn't it?"

Richie only smiles before turning his attention back to their current situation. He points at the few left and snaps. "Alright come on you guys. Get the hell out of here." He waves them off and laughs.

"So cool." Eddie awes.

"We should get going. Lay l-low." Bill unlocks his car and everyone enters without any problems.

Well there's a minor problem. The entire crowd that watched from around. Also the officers inside. And of course the cameras that got every little thing.

So maybe it's more than minor.

Unfortunately it's not the end for them either. Soon sirens chase after them. Eddie hangs out the window and squints his eyes. He's never done this, but he can sure as hell try. He winds an arm back before releasing, letting a weak scream out as he does so. A giant cloud of green smoke bursts from him. It's larger than anything he's done before, which excites him. It sends one car hurdling in the opposite direction. He wants to do more, but he grows tired.

The boy falls back into the car and closes his eyes. He slumps against Richie with a defeated frown. But Richie cheers him up in no time. "Hey. You were incredible. And you'll only get better."

Eddie smiles and looks away. "Thanks."

Stanley is now rolling down his window to do something similar, but Bill stops him nervously. "What are you d-doing?"

Stan shrugs. "Helping."

"You're going to g-get yourself shot!" Bill pulls Stanley away from the window.

"I'm not an idiot! I can do this." Stan shrugs him off.

"No! I d-d-don't w-want you g-getting hurt." Bill's stutter is worse than Stan has ever heard.

"I've got this." He says one more time, absolutely determined. He then scoots his way over and hangs half his body out. Stanley closes his eyes momentarily to concentrate. He thinks about his parents and Derek and everything else. He thinks about school and everything that led him here. Everything that stripped him of a normal experience.

Then he lets it all go with one scream. Waves roll off of him and towards the cars chasing after. It hits the officers with a force like none other. It pushes into them, tossing them in all different directions. A few nearby trees split and fall to the ground. The road underneath them crumbles, leading to Bill speeding up.

Stanley continues to hang out of the window in shock. He's never seen anything so magical. He's never felt so alive and drained at the same time. The sight is terrific and terrible all at once. Cars tossed to the side, some landing on others. Explosions and smoke and complete chaos. It's nice to see a nice visual representation of his brain.

Everyone's ears ring in the car. They see the flames and wreck behind them, but they can't hear a damn thing. The group eyes Stanley when he's dropped back in the car. The boy turns his gaze towards Bill, who immediately gasps at the sight. All of the others try to get a better look, but they see what Bill's worried glances were about when Stanley turns towards them with white eyes.

"What?" He gives them all a weak smile.

"We can't hear you." Ben speaks up. He practically screams it, which makes Stanley jump back.

"Your eyes." Eddie gets closer to take a better look.

Stanley turns around and brings down the car mirror. That's when he sees it. No pupil, no iris, just white. He wonders what that means. The boy doesn't say anything else, though. Instead he turns away, knees and face in the direction of his window. He doesn't want any eyes on him when he looks like this.

A freak.