#03 | Chronicle
"Cynthia!" I cried, running forth, pushing through the crowd of reporters, cameras, pedestrians and finally, cops, at least eight or nine of them. They were a little harder to get through, because it was their job to hold people like me back.
"That's my sister!" I cried, as one cop got in my way.
"Miss, you need to stay back! She's dangerous." she said her voice stern but strained.
"That's my sister!" I repeated, pushing her as hard as I could. I needed to get through. I'd be the only one who would be able to talk her down. I could see the panic in her body language as and as the situation started to escalate she'd self-destruct and then there's no telling what would happen after that.
"I can't let you through. She could harm you or herself. Do you really want to take that risk?" The woman asked.
I looked out, beyond her, my eyes widening. I gasped. She turned and I took this moment of distraction to slip past her and the last barricade from my sister.
"Cynthia!" I cried dashing forward just as she stepped forward, getting down on one knee while simultaneously fanning her arms out in a circle blasting all the cops, reporters, pedestrians surrounding her back 20 feet, blasting everyone but me, me who ran forward and took her hand tightly in mine as she stood and assessed what she'd just done. "We need to go."
Yes, I did get this from a commercial for Chronicle. I just thought it was awesome... so, I give credit to Chronicle for helping me write this.
Thank you for everything,
TheBrightestNight