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I'm walking back from the shops, smoking my third cigarette, sighing at the mess I keep getting myself in. I'm a bad omen, I swear by it. I see the flickering blue lights trail behind me, a police car rides up delicately pulling up beside me.
"You're out a bit late aren't you darling?" The passenger quips leaning over him colleague. The driver is a rounded man with grease stains down his top. His eyes glare at me with anger. The passenger is the opposite, he's a young, scrawny chap. I roll my eyes turning, I force myself a smile.
"Just needed to grab a packet of cigs" I clarify.
"Ah, so you were the women just in the shops" the driver smiles finally.
"Fuck" I hiss.
"Back away miss! To the wall!" The driver says. The passenger clambers out, his face torn between the driver and me. The driver suddenly pulls his gun out, pointing it at my forehead.
"Whoa Marcus! What the hell are you doing!?"
I'm not even surprised. The bastard looks like he's had a stick up his ass for a very long time.
"I'm fed up of these freaks scaring citizens. You all need to be put down! You filthy animals." He cocks his gun. The young boy tries to tell him this isn't the way to handle things.
I begin laughing. The scrawny kid shuts up and looks toward me surprised. I look at Marcus in the eyes.
"Get your fucking gun out of my face before I make you eat the bullets"
Fat lad Marcus growls and pulls the trigger. Maybe I was meant to have telekinesis.
I stop the bullet, lifting my hand up it sways in the air. I grab Marcus's body with the power, his muscles tightens. The bastard isn't going anywhere. I snap open his mouth, with my other hand. The scrawny officer grabs his gun but I fling him across the street, smacking hard into a glass window which shatters around him.
I control the bullet with my mind, making its way closer to Marcus's mouth.
"I told you, you son-of-a-bitch" I fling my finger and the bullet trails down his throat. I also fling him across the road. The scrawny shit has just telephoned back up. Rolling my eyes, I begin to run.
Before I know it I'm surrounded. The moment I see the helicopter in the air I realise I'm more than fucked.
The bell horn sound blares behind a turned over police car.
"Give yourself in or we will use force!"
They've bought bomb disposal, more police than I care to count and even fucking dogs. All I wanted was a packet of fags, Jesus Christ man.
Lights circle around me. I haven't even used any force since I made that man eat that bullet. I could fling these fuckers to timbucktwo. But the moment I see news reporters pile behind the police, I duck my head. I decide to lower to the ground carefully, avoiding any camera hitting my face. I lift my hands in the air. I can't afford Stryker to see this on TV and decide he wants his favourite girl back on his team- I just can't.
So as I lower to floor, men grab me forcefully, pulling my hands behind my back. I hiss angrily. I even feel a fucking mutant near me- talk about sticking up for your own ay buddy?
They hold my head down and even cover me when the cameras begin to flash. They chuck me in a metal van which is bolted with security- wow these homosapians are terrified of us aren't they? I witness Marcus standing outside of the van. I flash him my cutest smile and wink at him.
"Good luck shitting that bullet out bub, that's going to be fun" I giggle. He curses at me but the van slams shut on my face. Maybe I'll finally get some fucking peace and quiet.