Phantom

Gas Station T.V

Chapter 12: Gas Station T.V

Drop, drop, drop...

Monotonous water drops plopped onto my forehead, one after the other. I sat up and wiped off my wet face. The overflowing dumpsters and peeled paint of the buildings showed that my current condition was not ideal. Attempting to stand, I tried to gain balance and climb onto my feet. Sharp pain ran through my head and spine. Propping one arm against the dirty wall, I decided that it would be great to get some aspirin to ease the throbbing pain.

The gas station I chose was not much more appealing than the alley. I noticed a I received a few strange looks from people on my way in. I pushed open the door to the store with my sleeve- those handles were filthy. The cashier paused from watching the television to look down at me for a moment.

"Woah- what the heck happened to you?" The man appeared to be in his late 50's, and also appeared to be extremely concerned.

"Me? Um- I don't really know."

He walked out from behind the counter and looked me over.

"Your clothes are a mess! How'd you get so many rips in 'em? Is that smoke on you? Have you been doing drugs, kid?"

"What? No- I don't think so. I just woke up in an alley down the road-"

He cut me off with a shocked look on his plump face.

"In an alley? And you said you weren't doing no drugs. Just get what you need, then get out."

I walked over to one of the aisles and grabbed a water bottle and Aspirin. I tossed them on the counter.

"Can I see an I.D?"

"My- I'm just getting aspirin and water!"

"Well I'm the one in charge here and I'm considering you a suspicious character. I.D, now."

He held out his hand and waited impatiently as I pointlessly dug through my burnt clothes. Knowing it was unfair of him to ask for an I.D, I only handed him five bucks that I found on the street on the way here.

"No, I said give me an I.D."

"I don't have it with me. Can I just have my stuff?"

"Nope. If you don't got an I.D, no more drugs for you."

Now my were teeth grinding and my hands were in fists.

"I said I wasn't on drugs!"

I threw an arm out in a fit of rage, ready to just storm off, when the cashier flew back, smashing into the concrete wall. Not only that, but all the shelves in the store flew against the walls. A new wave of pain rushed over me. I was hardly able to stand. I grabbed the bottle of water, took some aspirin, and then chugged the rest of the warm water. Before I could stagger out of the store, the T.V, hanging on to it's stand by a few cords, caught my attention.

"Reports flooding in from all over Ohio claiming that a 'super- person' was seen helping a victim of burglary. Some say that she is a hero, others a villain. The police all over the country are in pursuit of this powerful person, especially here in New York. Here is the clip of her little escapade..."

The clip showed a girl capturing a burglar and giving him to the police. As I watched, I began to connect the dots. I said to myself,

"Is that- me?"

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