Carrie sits in silence as they drive back home, largely ignoring any attempts made by her father to communicate. There was a lot she needed to do, but splinted in casts like she was she had plenty of time before she could start. There was a lot she needed to remember and so much more to learn. Once home, she picks up her school books and, using her power, begins to memorize them.
Memorizing your school books is a fairly easy task - while you can only take your time with two pages at a time, your processing ability, given enough time, is near-infinite.
That is, until you realize how incredibly boring and useless your school books really are. You don't even have any of the cool classes yet, and the most advanced things you have to learn are basic algebra. Well, that and basic observations about weather and similar such crap. Memorizing most of it, you feel, would be a wasted effort. And that's not just because you're bored beyond any reasonable human measure by the time you're finished with your English textbook. Good gods, these things were not meant to be read in one sitting.
Maintaining his charade of having contracted every disease known to man steven slowly shuffles along the opposite side of the road to the cruiser with the intention of stopping perpendicular to it.
If the police move to intercept him he shuffles away a little faster and then breaks into a dead run after turning the nearest corner.
If the police do not pay him a second thought he fires a braced shockwave into the rear of the vehicle trying his best to flip the vehicle into the store and incapacitating without killing its occupant or their partner but also preventing said partner from being in a position to notice him and retaliate should they escape injury.
You shuffle clandestinely to a more advantageous position - the police look your way at first, but immediately turn away, deeming you of no importance whatsoever and allowing you to freely assume a firing stance unmolested. And with that, you strike, firing a shockwave forward and backward.
It hits, you are pleased to note. Sadly, though, it appears you focused it a little too weakly, given the way it leaves a large dent in the back of the car, pushing it toward the curb, but failing to flip it over in any way. Needless to say, the police are immediately alerted by your maneuver, and seem to put two and two together admirably, given the lateness of the hour.
Naturally, they begin fleeing immediately, one officer quickly making a break for the car, which starts accelerating immediately. It seems that this is not a coordinated escape attempt.
Kyle tries to regain concentration.
It's easy to regain your concentration. Actually, it's a bit difficult to even think of looking beyond that wall in the first place, not least of which because you can't see past it, so stopping that is pretty easy. You resolve not to think about it and instead focus on more important matters, like your current bondage situation. You doubt you could have tied yourself up in this way, but you can't for the life of you think of anyone who'd tie you up in your own home.
Selina nods and sits there for a bit, trying to keep herself from panicking over what she saw in the knife reflection again.
That was indeed one shiny knife, you would say. Disturbingly so. And also the whole reflection winking thing. That's also a bit weird.
In any case, Lynn's back after a few moments, with a bit of what looks like mail in her hands. Mostly junk mail, seems like. Plus a couple magazines. None of it addressed to any occupants of this house you happen to know of - instead, the intended recipient is written down as Tamara Yu.
"Let's see if there's anything good here," Lynn says, starting to rifle through the various letters, examining the first few with obvious distaste before putting them into what she immediately dubs the bill pile.
I watched her leave, shoulders slumped. I figured I should probably see where she was going in such a hurry, at least to make sure she was okay...and she was going into a section I hadn't checked yet, anyway. It was a stupid hope, but maybe my brother's would be there anyway. All I really had left was stupid hope, though. And rage. But rage only lasts you so long.
As soon as she notices you even going vaguely in her direction, which she does fairly easily, given how she looks over her shoulder every other moment, she starts running down the street, then sprinting as you pick up speed, disappearing into the night within a minute. There goes your miniscule amount of hope, you guess. You sigh, just about to give up on this whole thing, when you hear something else. A voice, screaming in the distance, right from where you came from.
"Meche! Come back, you fucking bitch!"A man, though sounding high-pitched and a little hoarse. A little curious, and fully aware of needing to go that way anyway, you walk back, and notice that there is indeed a guy outside that building your aunt was looking at previously. He looks wild. And a bit dangerous. He's also holding a knife, you think. To top it all off, he's even wearing a wifebeater, on the middle of which you notice a set of dark stains. It's hard to see him clearly under this lighting.
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