You Anchor Me

Highway Patrol

        "Why did I agree to this? I can't go to prision. I barely get in trouble with my mom let alone the cops. I can't do this. I'm going to have a panic attack." My breath is shaky, and I grip the steering wheel to try and calm down.

        "Hey, we'll be fine," Lyric says, putting her hand on my shoulder from the backseat.
"And if we do get caught, maybe we can share a cell. You know, you did say you wanted to live together one day."

        "Yeah, and you could be her bitch, Cameron," Erica adds.

        "You know what? Screw you both." I can feel every inch of me shaking.

        "Like I told you like forty seconds ago, we are going to be fine. So calm your tits," Lyric replies. I turn around to give her an icy glare, but I get an eyefull of blue light beams. Sirens begin to echo in the distance, making my breath hike and my heart thud. I twist the key and the engine sputters a bit before starting up. I can't help but to panic again.

        "My tits are not calm," I breathe heavily. "I repeat. The tits cannot be tamed. I'm going to die. I'm going to have to be Lyric's bitch! I can't breathe. Please someone hand me my inhaler." Like my brother, I had asthma. It gets pretty bad when I have panic attacks. Lyric hands it to me, quickly, and I inhale until I can breathe again.

        "Stop whining and drive." I turn to see that Derek was sitting in the front seat. He scares the piss out of me. Almost literally. My arm involuntarily extends, and I accidently punch him in the nose.

        "Oh crap." I try to act cool about it. "Sorry."

        "Drive!" Lyric, Erica, and Derek, whose voice is muffled by the hand covering his nose, yells.

        "Oh yeah." I shake my head, use my inhaler, and step on the gas. The car jumps as we start, but then we get the hell out of the Iron Works.

        As we continue down the road, I barely can feel my throbbing heart anymore. I am filled with pure adrenaline, and I can smell it off everyone else. This could be the craziest thing I've ever done. Maybe. It feels so good. It feels so wild. It feels bad. It feels good to be bad. The exhilleration and adrenaline pumping throughout my veins as we run from the police. The motor rumbling and my hair blowing in the wind as I speed up. The sirens only motivating me to go faster. Their red and blue lights, the only indication that they were still behind us, luminating the trees almost a mile back. We can do this. We can pull this off. We are going to pull this off.

        "Hold on," I yell. Before anyone can question me, I make a sharp turn onto the dirt road that leads to the Electricty Plant. I use to come here after work everyday to be alone with my thoughts. I think the thick woods would hide us. It would have to.

        "You made me hit my head," Lyric complains. I ignore her and focus on the road, turning off the lights. I am going to have to rely on my heat vision. Closing my eyes, I change my vision. The powers are getting easier to control. The visions have become less violent, and I have learnt how to summon whatever power I like or need.

        The world is full of yellows, reds, oranges, and blues like they were the night in the woods. That brings back memories and my heart starts to hurt, thinking about Isaac and Allison. I shake my head, trying to shake the thoughts out of my mind. My breathing becomes quick, and the pain in my heart turns into anger.

        "Cameron, slow down," Lyric says, placing her hand on my shoulder. I turn to her and see the concern and fear on her face. That makes me ease off the gas. Breathing deeply, I grip the steering wheel, watching the claws that had came out retract.