Excerpt
CHapter SEVEN: My Life from this Point on
Cytro then silently leapt off the car and landed onto a building rooftop. He was determined to find the quickest way to pursue these thieves so he ran and front flipped onto a housetop. With stealth, he crept and crouched his way over each rooftop of the community and finally spotted the kids, about twenty yards away in a dry desert wash— He suddenly vanished into the darkness. He knew this area of Some City better than any soul did in the city…
“Chris…we’re not doing that again!” The kid with a brown bottle in his hand said to the other kid who was leaning on the wash wall with a green bottle in his hand. All around them was the pitch black and the ring of pale moons above.
“It’s just drinks and cigarettes,” Chris replied, busting his greenbottle open, taking a drink.
“No. Stealing’s against the law, man.”
The sirens became chirps as the police car now slowly entered the neighborhood…
The kid speaking turned his head suspiciously at every little sound.
“Luke, don’t go all civil on me. We were in this together… Just…just relax… The cops come, we’ll run for it…or split up,” Chris gave his plan.
“Yeah, but we can’t keep running forever,” Luke declared with his sealed bottle still in hand… Maybe he knew someone else was lurking other than the police… Maybe his fright of being caught by Cytro made him ignore the beer and cigarettes.
“Got any better ideas?” Chris asked impatiently, “Just enjoy the moment, bro,” he said and raised his half-empty bottle lazily to a toast… Then the two stayed quiet for a while as they smoked and drank…
A shadow came from behind them and appeared to climb the wall as quietly as a spider, and they failed to notice him.
“…Besides it’s not like they can catch us any time they want; we can drive…” Chris took another gulp—
“You’re right.”
Chris nearly choked, coughing harshly at the sound of the dark voice. Luke whipped around to face the dark wash.
“They can’t, but I’ll catch you…,” a grim and dark voice warned—
“What was that?!” Chris barked —
An orange smoke flashed from within the wash and Cytro was now right above them between the nine-foot wash walls. “Shouldn’t be drinking…not old enough…”
“Show yourself!” Chris snapped and although he was already drunk, he stood gazing fearlessly into the darkness.
“Shh! I don’t wanna get busted!” Luke whispered—
“Too bad…” Cytro said in a deadly tone of voice. “You’re getting busted anyway…” Then he jumped off the walls and landed between them— Upon landing, he kicked behind and punched ahead, simultaneously knocking both bottles out of their hands— Then he performed a cartwheel with one arm back into the darkness of the wash… As that happened, the bottles shattered upon contact with the ground.
Chris glared at the spilled alcohol angrily. “Where’d it go?!” His eyes searched.
“…In there,” Luke whispered and pointed frightfully, but Chris ignored his shaky hand.
“What the hell was that?” Chris demanded, stepping closer into the dark wash.
“Cytro! I’m outta here!” Luke announced, running the other way.
Cytro teleported and threw a fist into the boy’s jaw… As he jettisoned the body upward, Jacob teleported again and spun behind Chris then spun-kicked him into the air toward Luke’s airborne body. The two bodies collided and hit the ground— He dashed and grabbed the two by their collars and double kicked them in the abdomen — Finally, he grabbed their legs and with telekinesis, he forcefully repelled them onto the street.
The police car’s sirens turned off and now just the red and blue lights were flashing as he drove slowly up to the teenagers…
After reading their Miranda Rights, he put them in handcuffs and into the car… The backup unit arrived in the neighborhood and stopped between the gap of the wash walls across the pale sidewalk… A police officer got out and walked into the wash… His flashlight came on as he was searching the wash walls.
Cytro was on the roof of a house nearby. He was spying on them.
“I guess we got ‘em, huh?” the police officer that dragged the teenagers inside walked to the other and gladly proclaimed.
“Hmph…,” the suspicious police officer answered neither glad nor disappointed but puzzled, “I doubt that we got them…” He pointed his flashlight beam at the wash wall.
Both of them stared at the bold, blazing letters. They saw the name CYTRO engraved in the steamy cement. When it cooled down, the name remained in silver scrapes.
The officer that put the kids in the vehicle walked back to his car confused. “Must be the same loony who thinks he can take the law into his own hands; Cytro,” he said irritably.
The other officer kept scrutinizing the wall, ignoring his comrade. “Cytro… Hmph…thanks again…” He knew that Cytro was only trying to help, and he appreciated help where it was needed, unlike the other cops.
With this noted gratitude, Cytro disappeared back up on the school building. For some reason, the officer looked at one of the rooftops… He didn’t see anything, but still felt someone was around.
“Whaja say?” The first police officer in his car asked.
“Hm?”
“You were talking to the wall?”
“No, it’s nothing…nobody.”
There was a pause then someone on their radio spoke, “Officers in the vicinity: respond.”
“We’re in the clear here, over…,” the officer said. He flicked off his flashlight and returned to his car.