"What… What are you doing?" Ponyboy asked weakly as he stared at the blinding light above him. Dark silhouettes loomed over him uttering words that he couldn't understand. He tried to block the light to see the figures better, but his body wouldn't move. "Where… Where am I? Why can't I move?"
"Shh…" Something pressed around his mouth and nose. Ponyboy's vision once again wavered and he struggled to stay awake.
"Are you sure this is right? I mean, what happens to us after we send them back?" A voice asked. Well at least that's what Ponyboy thought he said.
"If he can help save the future, we have to do this."
Ponyboy's vision darkened and he was plunged into unconsciousness.
Ponyboy gasped as his eyes fluttered open. He tore his attention from the bench. What was that? Was that a memory of when I was taken? Who were those people? They talked about saving the future. Why would aliens want to save the future of the human race?
Unless they weren't aliens.
They talked about bringing us back. Does that mean… they are from the future? That's preposterous. Humans can't travel through time, let alone give them powers. But then again, it is the future. Just how advanced is the future? But how bad is the future if we have to save it?
Ponyboy rubbed his arms to get rid of the goosebumps. What was the point in giving him a power so destructive? How could that help the future? He shook his head, shaking off all trains of thoughts.
Days later, the gang all decided to go watch a movie. Ponyboy didn't speak of the memory he had obtained at the bench. He was planning on telling them about it later. Darry and Soda went up to pay for their tickets to watch Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Ponyboy had to go with them because Darry didn't want him to sneak in with the others. About half way through the movie, Ponyboy had to go to the bathroom. Along the way there, he was shoved to the ground, a hand clamped on his mouth. Why does he keep getting himself in these messes? A kick pelted his stomach, making him curl up. The beating kept coming. They probably insulted him too, but Ponyboy couldn't understand them. He was too busy with the pain that spread throughout his body like a wave. As time passed, the pursuers started to get tired and slowed down. During this time, Ponyboy looked up. How much time had pass with them kicking and grabbing him? He didn't have to look at their faces to know that these were drunk Socs.
"Ponyboy?" Johnny rounded the corner to the bathroom, freezing at the sight of the Socs that loomed over his friend. The Socs stopped kicking and whirled around.
"Get him!" One snapped and they ran over to the petrified teen. One took ahold of Johnny while another threw a punch, snapping his head back.
Anger build up in Ponyboy on watching his best friend get hurt. The clouded skies built up over the drive-in theater until a deep rumble sounded. Winds picked up at high speeds, sweeping in a circular motion, picking up debris on the floor. As the wind grew, the clouds lowered, joining the small tornado. Soon, there was a small, dark twister spinning. It wasn't big enough to suck you in, but it was enough to frighten. The electricity to the theater cut off causing screams from girls and annoyed grunts from others that were seated away from the bathroom. There were more screams when the twister grew and people started to notice it. The Socs stumbled back, letting go of Johnny. Lighting flashed in the sky, stretching out like a spider web. The theater started to get evacuated.
"Ponyboy!" Came Darry's urgent voice. He spun around the corner, seeing the Socs, then seeing Ponyboy. The rest of the gang skidded to a stop next to him. At the sight of them, Ponyboy calmed down. The twister was extinguished, lightning dyed down. But the clouds and slight wind didn't leave. Something about the look that the gang was giving… scared him. They all had wide eyes – fear was evident in them. Fear: something that Ponyboy never thought he would see on those faces – the faces of his brothers and friends. His blood ran cold as he saw them.
Did they fear him like the rest of the world? Would they want to be by him anymore? Probably not. Would they still let him live with them?
These questions shook Ponyboy. The clouds rumbled, sending out a beam of lightning right behind the gang. It hit an abandoned car in the lot. They turned around and when they turned their attention back to Ponyboy, he was gone.
Ponyboy ran away from the theater, tears welding up. He knew that he overreacted. He knew that he should have stayed and waited for them to speak. He now knew that he couldn't go back. His pride got in the way of the possibility. He knew that he had nowhere to go. No one would take one of the 4400 in. They are the outcast of the world. The 4400 was like that one kid that gets looked down on by his classmates. The one that sits in the back corner of the room that never speaks to anyone. The one that has rumors spread about. The one that no one would try to make friends with.
Now, Ponyboy had nowhere to go, no family, no friends, no food, and no one to turn to.
But he did. He did have a place that he could go to. There were people scattered across the globe that would probably take him in. In particular: a man. Ponyboy turned around on his heels and sped off towards his direction, reaching the guarded gate sooner than he expected. Once he stepped through this gate, he knew that it would be hard to go back to the gang.
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Bunnyluvsu: I feel you ;-;
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