Alright, so. A little fact about me- I'm very spontaneous when it comes to writing. So, here's a chapter that jumps forward in time randomly, cause I have the attention span of a squirrel. I am so sorry about the horrendously long wait. Real life, writer's block, and mental illnesses got in the way. I plan on continuing this story, but if I ever plan on giving up, I will let you all know. Also, I got a request to pick up the story- while I'm not abandoning it, if you guys wanna try your hand at the story line, feel free to shoot me a message and we can discuss!
It took her a little longer than she would've liked to find a motel. She shook both of the boys awake, and ended up having to carry John in. Harry was awake enough to walk, thankfully, so he carried in all their necessities to their room. Sarah set them up in a bed together, and they nodded off under the blankets.
Sarah, however, still had things to do. She had to sort through what they had, and what they would need now that they had Harry. Clothing, for sure. Extra food, and toiletries. And more ammo.
Oh, shit. She would have to explain everything to Harry. She hoped that it was as easy to explain it to him as it was to explain it all to John. They were roughly the same age, so it couldn't be too different, right? Sarah prayed to anyone that would listen, and shook those unnecessary thoughts away. She had better things to do.
"Sarah, it happened again." Harry spoke up from the back seat. A 10 year old Harry stared at his hands, glancing occasionally up at Sarah and John, who were both in the front seats. He clenched them closed, and released them again.
"The funny feeling?" Sarah said after a moment. Harry hummed.
"Came up from my chest to my hands, and the car door opened before I even touched it." He explained, eyes flicking quickly between his mom and brother, and the car door.
Sarah thought to herself for a few minutes, starting the car and driving off while she pondered. "I don't think it's a serious disease- it doesn't hurt you, right?" Harry shook his head, settling into the comfy back seat. "So I don't think we should go to the doctor about it. You know the rules- if it happens again, let me know." Harry hummed in acknowledgement, and turned to look out the window.
"Maybe it's magic. Maybe you're a wizard." John spoke up, turning in his seat to face Harry with a smirk on his lips. Harry gave a huff, but smiled back anyway.
"Maybe." He replied, waving his fingers at John. "Abracadabra!" He exclaimed, making Sarah crack a smile from the driver's seat. John jerked back dramatically, clutching his chest and making noises of pain.
"You… you got me! How could you!" He grunted, finally slumping into his seat. Barely seconds later, he and Harry both burst into laughter, with Sarah chuckling fondly.
It's been months, almost a year since John's seen his mom. Locked up in a loony bin, never to be heard from again. He felt so stupid, believing all those lies she told him.
Thankfully, he got to see his brother rather frequently. They were taken in by neighboring foster parents, so they hung out often. Harry said he didn't tell them about his 'magic', and John agreed that would be for the best.
"C'mon, Harry, I'm boooored." John groaned one afternoon. It was sweltering, and being in the stuffy garage tinkering with his bike didn't really do much to help.
"You wanna go to the arcade? I got my allowance the other day." Harry replied, checking his pockets absentmindedly. When they jingled, he smiled. John nodded excitedly, and shoved the tools away.
"Hop on!" He exclaimed, kicking his bike on and into gear- and off they sped.
"Tail at our five." Harry commented mildly as they walked out of the arcade. He had noticed the rather large man earlier, seemingly just keeping an eye on them, but when he followed them out, it set off his alarms. "Big guy, brown hair, sunglasses." He described, as if commenting on the weather. John stiffened minutely, but kept walking.
"Any aggressive moves yet?" John asked after they finally got into the garage of the mall. They lost the guy in the rush of the crowds, thankfully. Harry shook his head as they hustled their way to the bike.
"None. Looked like he was just watching, but I still don't trust it, so we should- DOWN!" Harry screamed, grabbing onto John's jacket and yanking it down with him. Overhead, a bullet whizzed by, burying itself in the cement wall behind them. Once the dust settled, all they could both hear was a new man Harry hadn't noticed reloading his gun, and slowly walking closer. The brothers scrambled as quietly as they could to the exit of the garage, but it wasn't easy- the guy was close to begin with, and Harry and John were scared out of their minds.
A few rows of cars left, and they would be out of the garage. The brothers glanced at each other, and came to the decision to just make a break for it. Harry counted down on his fingers- 3… 2… 1… Go! Both boys lept over the hood of the car, and broke out into a sprint.
A sudden shotgun blast made them both cry out in fear as they zigzagged back into the cars. From what Harry's panicked mind could figure out, the two men were firing at each other, not at the boys- but he didn't want to try his luck.
With a sudden grunt, John stumbled over his own feet, and smashed into the ground. Harry saw the new guy approaching, their tail nowhere in sight. He panicked, and launched himself over John to cover his body, raising a hand futilely to stop the police officer from shooting them. A gunshot rang out, making Harry's ears ring loudly, but no pain registered. He opened his eyes, and saw that from his hand emanated a faintly shimmering dome of light, covering the two boys easily. In the center of the policeman's forehead was a hole, lined with metal.
"I don't know how the hell you did that, but we gotta-" John started, but was interrupted by another gun shot. Not from the police officer, but from the shotgun their tail had pulled out. The more damaging shot landed right into the police officer's chest, making it burst open in a spray of liquid metal. There was no gore like there would be for a human- it just looked like the mercury some thermometers had. The body stumbled back a few steps, and fell to the ground.
"Time to go. Now." A gruff voice spoke up from above them. The boys whipped around, eyes wide and fearful. This was their tail- big guy, brown hair, sunglasses. They hesitated, seeing the bullet holes in this guy's chest as well. They bled, but too sluggishly for a human, and he didn't seem to be in any pain. "The shotgun wound will not keep him down for long, we need to go." He spoke. John couldn't place the accent- and he got a flash of meeting Harry for the first time, where neither were used to each others' accents.
The man extended both hands down, having bolstered his shotgun in the saddlebags of his motorcycle. John and Harry glanced at each other, over to the slowly reforming police officer, back up to the man, and grabbed his hands.