Harry aimed at the man in the driver's seat, and almost as if in a dream, he pulled the trigger…
The unshattered side of the windshield shattered and a red mist enveloped the interior of the car.
Harry numbly looked down at his hands and saw that they had stopped shaking.
Malcom watched as the cop's head exploded and his car lost speed and turned to the side, before plunging off the side of the freeway. He leaned back in and pulled the kid back into his seat.
Then, Malcom saw his face. It was blank and Harry was looking down at the gun in his hands.
"you can keep that, it's yours now" Malcom said, hoping to snap the kid out of whatever daze he was in.
"what happened to that man?" Harry said, looking up at Malcom "Is he going to be okay? That car crash looked bad. Did you know that my parents died in a car crash?"
Malcom looked at Jerry, who gazed steadily back "This one's on you dude, I'm just a pharmacist"
Malcom swallowed "well, you see, that man back there was a bad man. He wanted to stop and hurt us. That thing that I gave you is called a gun, and you use it to hurt people so that they cannot hurt you."
Harry looked perplexed for a minute and then his tension eased, and he smiled "did I save you guys?" he asked, and then his face darkened "The Dursleys wont like that I helped you. They say that I should not talk to people because I am bad."
Malcom waited a moment, and then had a thought "I can get him to stay with the gang and not spill to the cops if I make it seem like we are rescuing him from them!"
"well, Harry, are the Dursleys the people that hurt you? We are going to make them go away and you will live with me and my friends now!" Malcom injected false cheer into his voice and waited to se what his reaction would be.
On the side of the road, a sign said "you are now leaving Surrey! Come again soon!
Harry looked at him with hope, and then suddenly his face went blank and his eyes rolled up into the back of his head.
He began shaking and when he opened his eyes again they were lit with and emerald fire.
Malcom jerked back and Harry levitated in the car, floating to the ceiling. He then seemed to PULSE and a field of energy blew out of him, causing sparks to fly from all of the electronics around the car.
The noise was deafening "PULL OVER!" Malcom screamed to Jerry as fires began appearing all over the car from overloaded circuits. The windshield blew out and shattered on the pavement of the highway with the next pulse and Jerry pulled the car onto the shoulder of the road and both he and Malcom ran for cover in the woods along side the road. From the cover of the trees, they saw the ceiling of the car burst into flame and Harry floated out of the hole. The next pulse flattened the car into a line along the bottom of a small crater.
A final pulse and the crater expanded dramatically, sinking fifteen feet into the ground. Then, silence as Harry gently floated to the bottom of the crater.
"WHAT THE f*** WAS THAT!" Jerry yelled as soon as it appeared that the danger had passed.
"You think I know what that was? I just met this kid today!" Malcom yelled back, breathing heavily as his adrenaline wore off.
"What ever that was, if screwed over my car! Who's gonna pay for that! I can't exactly go to the insurance office and be like 'yeah guv, my car was totaled by this kid with powers after he had a panic attack after killing a cop and he 'accidentally' squished it into the ground like an ant!" Jerry exclaimed heatedly before he processed what he said.
"You realize that if he could do it once, he could do it again, right?" Malcom said slowly. Jerry paled at this "this kid has literal superpowers. What else could he do with a little bit of practice?" Malcom continued, before looking around and taking stock of the area "how do we hide this? This place is going to be swarming with suits soon enough, how the hell do we explain this? I mean for Christ's sake, we just killed a COP!"
Around the area, a faint sheen slightly warped reality beyond. "Did he create like a separate universe or something?" Jerry asked Malcom "Cause, if I were a random driver and a fifteen-foot-deep crater appeared out of nowhere, I would stop and see if everyone is ok."
The sheen gradually became more and more transparent as time went on until about five minutes later, it was completely gone.
"We gotta go, is the kid up yet?" Malcom asked, gesturing at the crater.
Jerry walked over and leaned over the edge "no, he's out cold."
Malcom walked to the crater "well, we can't stay here, one of us will have to carry him."
Jerry looked at Malcom "I say we take turns so that we can cover more ground. Where were you taking us anyways?"
Malcom slid down to the bottom of the crater "it was this warehouse out in the countryside. It used to be owned by this shipping company, but they went out of business so my 'affiliates' bought the property and now it is like a mini black market for a little bit of everything." Malcom stooped down and lifted Harry over his shoulder with a grunt and walked as far up the side of the crater as he could before motioning to Jerry "You think you could give me a hand? I know he's like only 60 pounds, but that is still 60 pounds."
Jerry leaned down and grabbed one of Harry's arms before pulling him up the side and on to level ground before extending his arm once more to grab onto Malcom's outstretched hand.
"All-right there bruv?" Jerry quipped as Malcom dusted himself off. "Yeah, I'm good, but we gotta split 'fore the feds get here."
"Feds?" Jerry asked, raising his eyebrows.
Malcom picked up Harry and started walking through the woods. Jerry followed him, walking beside him as Malcom began his tale.
"I used to live in the U.S. as a member of the Army before I got transferred here on tour and I just never felt like leaving. That would've been fifteen years ago and after I got out, a buddy of mine said he had a job for me. I was supposed to be a getaway driver, nothing illegal, but they were protecting this dude from a local drug dealer and I drove right into a firefight. Naturally, my training asserted itself and I opened up on the bastards, killing like 3 or 4 of them, but the gang had a couple of cops on payroll and pretty soon, I along with my buddy and his friends had a price on our heads. Long story short, we got busted and I did a few years in prison but was let out early when the cop that had posted the bounty was arrested when some of his 'arrangements' made the papers. It was discovered that he had forged the evidence for the conviction and that I had killed in self-defense with a lawfully possessed firearm. By that time, my story had gotten around and another guy made contact with me. He worked with another gang that was about to enter a turf war and they were beefing up their manpower. They had heard of me, and asked if I was interested. After prison, I was on the street with no job, no contacts and suddenly, this offer lands practically in my lap! Who am I to say no to money? And besides, once you are in the service, and you've seen combat, you kinda miss the adrenalin that accompanies the fight, that feeling of being alive, with all of your senses cranked to the max and you knowing that every second might mean you die or live. So I said yes and they hired me as an enforcer. The turf war ended and we killed the lot of them, and our operation expanded. They didn't need as much muscle anymore, but they had a few jobs that need someone with a killer instinct, someone who knew their way around violence. This was me, so they put me on duty as a seller, I would meet with people and take their money and give them product, like with you today. They put me on the more dangerous jobs, with unproven clients or bigger products like Hurricane. And here I am." Malcom looked side-eye at Jerry "what's your story? Why were you looking to buy Hurricane? That some pretty heavy stuff and, no offence intended, you don't look like muscle."
Jerry looked at Malcom "I run drugs, guns, people, whatever they tell me too. I used to be a pharmacist, but once day, this dude walks in, demands all my money and all my drugs. I tell him no, that he should leave before I call the cops. He pulls out a gun, he shoots my receptionist in the head, killing her. He says 'I'm not going to say it again, give me everything!' I panic, start opening the safe, I pull out all of the money and put it in a bag. Then I go to the cabinet with all the meds and pull those out to. He says 'put it in the bag' and I do. Then he takes his pistol and shoots me in the head, it enters my eye and lodges in my brain. I drop, hit the floor and break my nose. Then everything goes black and I wake up to a white ceiling, with nurses and orderlies all around me. I was in a coma for about a month. They say 'you are lucky you woke up today, your insurance would only pay enough for life support for one month.' I leave the hospital, they gave me a glass eye to cover up the fact that I am missing an eye. I find my shop has been demolished, my landlord took an offer to sell the land to a bank, and my lease was on a monthly basis. My rent was due to be paid about halfway through my stay in the hospital, and she lives way out in the country. She hadn't heard of my condition and when I didn't pay, she thought that I had not wanted to rent there anymore. She sent a few letter giving me notice, but I was in a coma and no one thought to check my mail for me. So I was on the street and this guy walks up to me 'you're the guy that owned the pharmacy?' he said 'So like, you know how to make drugs and stuff right? Would you be interested in working for me?' his name was Kenny, Kenny Waters. I made drugs at first, and then I was told that instead of making them, I would be responsible for finding new drugs that were hot and reverse engineering them. That's why I needed the Hurricane. Kenny wanted me to get some and figure out how to make it. On the side, I also deal in acquisitions. Since I am already up and down the country on errands for Kenny, I pick up shipments and pull them in a trailer behind my car, and whenever I reach a store house for the gang, I unload and pick up new stuff to take somewhere else. It usually doesn't turn violent, and if I ever get pulled over, they don't search me because of my appearance and lately, I've become pretty good at the cringing weak person look. It keeps the heat off me and I get to go on my way."
The day wore on as Jerry followed Malcom through the woods, each taking turns carrying the boy as they made their way to Malcom's warehouse.
AN: man, I really am excited how this story is progressing. I feel like the chapters almost write themselves. Please review and tell me how I can improve. This story is not beta'd but if any of the 3 people that have favorited this story are interested, you can PM me.
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