Run For Your Life

Something More

Song: Dog Days Are Over by Florence + the Machine

May 5

The blood covered girl, who isn't so blood covered anymore, sits farthest from the group as possible. Greta had shown her where to wash, even let her use her own clothes. She didn't talk much. But then again, neither did Greta.

The mystery girl eyes the group suspiciously. They're far from normal. She's not sure if that's a good or bad thing. On one hand, she doesn't have to hide. And on another, she's trapped. There's no escaping six other super humans. And from what they've said, there's still two more. At least she's got Stanley. A familiar face, if nothing else.

Which it is; nothing else. Stanley is really only a familiar face for her, which is better than nothing at all. Because despite being surrounded by kids like herself, she still feels alone.

The girl watches fake Stanley, wishing her own Stanley could be here too. His eyes even go all white. She wonders if this Beverly is anything like her. Perhaps it's not her father's passing that makes her feel so empty. Maybe there's something more. Will Beverly be the thing that connects her? She even wonders if their eyes will be the same too.

She focuses back in on the familiar face. He's currently laying against another boy. The boy with the stutter. The man who can change what she sees in a matter of seconds. At first she thought it was only darkness, but she decides that's not it. It can't be, because Stanley's eyes keep going wide with wonder. Sometimes the boy will even reach a hand out, as if he's grasping for something. Only it's just air. At least for her.

She wishes stutter man would let her get away for a bit too.

Her eyes drift away from the two and over to the front. She still hasn't seen what four eyes can do. The young one, however, is quite the little spitfire. She's just glad he had mercy and healed her once back to this-... what exactly is she in?

Four eyes and spitfire are quite the duo. More hyper than the others. Far more psychotic than the others too. It's as if they live for the danger, while the others live for revenge. Well, almost all of the rest. She still can't figure out the blonde.

Her curly hair rests in a messy ponytail and her lips are glossy too. She's sat in a tee shirt that's far too large on her. They cover the shorts she wears underneath. Anyone would mistake the girl for just that. A girl. A regular, completely normal girl.

Mystery Bev looks back to her wrists. The red rings haven't gone away, though she doesn't mind. It's quite a cool ability. Drawing the lightning from the sky and using it as you please. Her eyes watch the blonde more closely. She's playing games with another boy. The bear boy.

Sometimes when she's losing, she'll poke the other, causing a bolt of electricity to course through him. The bear boy seems to find it more annoying than anything else. He'll always mumble something incoherent. But the girl's eyes will always light the brightest purple. It's as if there's an entire storm in her eyes, which light the night's darkest skies. She laughs too, showing all teeth, which seems even lighter.

Suddenly the glossy lipped girl's eyes are off the screen and directly pointed at her. Fake Bev looks away as quick as she can. There's no use, for the blonde has already seen it.

"Hey." The other moves next to the mystery Bev.

At first she doesn't want to speak, but it's almost as if she can't help herself around this damn chick. She wants to blame the lack of socializing and communication, but she can't. She's always been good at that shit. "Hi."

"What exactly do you do?"

The redhead furrows her brows. "Huh?"

"You know," her eyes light momentarily before fading away, "what do you do?"

Her heart seems to stop. "Oh. I don't know. I can make people hurt with just the thought. I can sometimes move things in a way. Like the kid over there with his scream."

"Aha. So kind of like telekinesis or?"

She only shrugs. "I don't know."

The blonde hums. "I'm Greta."

"And the rest?"

"That's Mike." Bear boy. "That's Bill." Stutter man. "That's Stanley." The fake. "That's Eddie." Spitfire. "And that's Richie."

"And what exactly does four eyes do?"

The girl now known as Greta cracks a smile. "Four eyes does mind control. He tells you what to do and you comply. It's fascinating to watch, actually."

"And are you all in relationships? Did I just get kidnapped by a cult?" The redhead is being completely serious until she hears Greta's laughter.

"I don't know their relationship statuses. Why would I care?"

She doesn't know why she's smiling upon hearing this. "Why wouldn't you care. You're all friends, right?"

Greta only shrugs. "I suppose so now. But really we were just in the same place at the right time. Or wrong time, depending on how you look at it."

"The storm?" Her eyes go wide with realization.

"Yeah. How did you know that?"

"Why do you think?" Her eyes fall shut. It's been a long day.

Greta assumes the storm did something to her too. "April twenty eighth, I can only guess?"

She allows her eyes to open again. "Ding ding ding."

"So we really are somehow connected."

"What do you mean by that?" Her eyes squint curiously.

"I'm not sure. I just know." Greta takes a deep breath before continuing. "And why were you doused in blood?"

"It's complicated."

"There's another Stan?"

"Unfortunately." She's only being sarcastic.

"And what's your name, imposture Bev?"

"Do you ever stop with the questions?"

Greta crosses both arms and frowns. "You at least owe me that."

The girl sighs. She's not sure if she needs to tell them. What if they're secretly after her? She seriously doubts it, though. There's no way these morons would be able to pull off such a thing.

"I'm Syd. Sydney Novak."

"Well, Syd. Welcome to the Losers Club."

Sydney smiles at the other, taking notice in the scar above her cheek. "Tell me, Greta. How the hell did you end up here?"

Greta only smiles. "Like I said. The right place at the right time."

"Well I'd love to hear about it sometime."

Greta's knee bumps into the other's purposefully. "And I'd love to share."

Sydney's heart swells. It grows a little less empty and feels a little more full. Even more full than when with Dina, which is saying a lot. Considering she was the only one who ever helped dull the loss of her father's pain even a little.

And even in these dark and confusing times, life gets a little more bright. Hope seems a little more reachable. Maybe things can be set right after all. Whether that be because of this so called Beverly, or even something a little more.