to crawl through, which he so promptly did. The sound of the blast would’ve been loud enough for someone to hear if anyone were around, though its sound didn’t stretch too far out.
Once inside, Eli’s expression lit up. Now using both hands, he began blasting the walls, the ceiling leading to upstairs, anywhere he could without sending the building crumbling down on himself, letting his powers loose and having some fun with it. After a good twelve or so minutes of doing this, he ran up the stairs, cement made, jumping around where he had blasted them. He stood by a window, staring out and up to the sky.
“Welp, I guess it’s time to finish the job.”
Eli quickly ran back downstairs, beams from both hands shooting as he spun around, trying to collapse the building, moving toward his exit hole as he did so. The walls began crumbling, the ceiling and roof caving, and he quickly dove out of the hole he had previously made. As the building came almost completely down, he pulled his phone out. He always kept a burner on him for occasions such as this and called 911, trying to disguise his voice. He spoke quickly and in a panicked tone for whoever was going to pick up at dispatch.
“Help! It’s awful! All I can hear are explosions, bangs, and bombs! Oh, it’s so scary! The abandoned building at the top of that creepy hill! What? They’re already on the way? Oh well, yes, that’s wonderful news.”
Eli quickly hung up the phone and threw it down, smashing it, figuring he didn’t have much time, hearing sirens now off in the distance. He was so used to being gone well before they even found out, so the fact they not only knew but were already almost to him made him feel like he was slipping or getting sloppy at the very least. Turning back to the building, he ran back around to the side, blasting it as he ran past, heading for some trees that lay behind.
He wouldn’t have a hope of getting to his bike now, but he felt it was in a good hidden spot. The cops quickly arrived on the scene, and Eli began to panic. He knew there was another way to get around and back down to the main road, but it was tricky, and he would have to be completely silent, something he was not accustomed to. In about six minutes’ worth of walking, he was next to the road again, though still stayed behind the cover of trees as another squad car came screaming up the road, followed by what could only be described as an oddity. Eli walked out from the trees, seeing another car slowly coming up the road.
The headlights were off though from the light of the moon, Eli, saw it looked old and beat up. It pulled off the road just a little way down from him, noticing Eli hiding in the trees. A single man sat in the car, older by what Eli could see, a soft grandfather type.
“Eliot King, yes? Been looking for you, young man,” the male spoke from the car, only the passenger window down. “Don’t worry. I’m not one of them. I am, in fact, one of you.”
Eli took no moment of hesitation as he took off down the road, passing the man, heading toward his bike as fast as his feet could take him. Within moments he was near the bike, there were two officers, flashlights in hand, looking around. Eli got down, hiding out of the streetlight’s light. One of the officers found his bike and pulled it out of the trees.
“Think someone left it? Seems to be in okay condition, dried mud. Uh…think we should call it?” the first officer spoke, the other just waving it off.
“Calm down with that, will you? You think someone of great mind and explosive knowledge is riding around on a huffy? You must be joking, Seymour. Now focus. Some kids probably just playing around and left it behind,” the other cop spoke back to the first officer, Seymour.
The first cop began walking up the road toward where Eli was, the panic returning. He was able to get a closer look at the officer’s name tag, D. Morris. In a scared panic, Eli walked out, hands already up.
“Thank God you’re both here! Did you guys hear all that? Sounded like someone is blowing stuff up—”
Eli was cut off as Officer Morris drew his gun, pointed directly toward him. The other cop was running up behind. His gun was also drawn, pointed at Eli.
“Now that’s far enough, son! You stay right there and explain slowly and calmly what you’re doing out here.”
Without missing a beat, Eli’s face went from hiding his panic to completely showing it, though faking it this time as he needed to seem like just any random bystander to the cops.
“Officer, you have to believe me. Those blasts woke me up. I just ran out here to see what all the commotion was, and I should really be getting back to my house. It would be a real bad night if my wife woke up, and I wasn’t there. Of course, she is a heavy sleeper as the blast didn’t wake her, but that is all beside the point. Point is, I really should be going now, okay?” Eli said in as fake of a calm panicked tone he could muster, hoping the police would believe him. A silly thought though as Morris began pulling some cuffs out, slowly moving toward Eli.
“Okay, we’re just gonna have to have a nice conversation down at the station, you understand? All just seems a bit too convenient, right? You can call your wife and get her to come down to the station, and she can prove what you’re saying is true, right?”
Eli’s eyes began to light up, knowing now he should have just tried to hide better. Both cops’ heads turned to the side just a bit, not sure if they actually saw his eyes like that or if it was just some light from the moon.
“That’s more than enough, gentlemen. I’ll be more than happy to take it from here. Don’t you two worry. I think my boss would like to see this young man immediately.” A stern voice could be heard not quite in the distance, but as though the voice was moving toward them all. From the darkness, stepping into the light, it was the man that was in the car who spoke to Eli, now with a better view of him under the streetlight. Both cops did a quick turn to him, then Morris turned his gun back to Eli, now quickening his pace over to him with the cuffs.
“Sir, I’m going to need you to step back, please. We are investigating some recent terrorist activities, and we’re gonna need you to stay back, or we will have to take you in as well.”
The older man laughed a bit.
“Terrorist? Look at him. He probably couldn’t wire a clock, let alone a whole bomb. You see, your whole department has it all wrong. It’s not a bomb. He’s a Beyohuman as am I, Raiser.”
Raiser smiled and nodded to the cops. As his head rose, his eyes had a slight orange foggy look to them. The cops, clearly dumbfounded, stood still for a moment before Morris nodded for the other one, Seymour, to take him as well. Seymour put his gun up and pulled his cuffs out, walking over toward Raiser.
“Okay, crazy old man, I think its best you come with us as well. Now stay calm, and we won’t have to use f—” Seymour spoke as he moved in before stopping completely and standing still in front of Raiser. Eli’s face was now covered in fear as he had no clue what was going on anymore or what the old man was talking about when Raiser called him a Beyohuman. Morris stopped just short of Eli. He lowered and put his gun away.
“Thank you for the hospitality of putting those dangerous items away, boys. I do appreciate it. I’m not a big firearms person, you see. Now then, feel free to forget any of this and head up the road and tell your boss or whoever is in charge up there, you found nothing, not even a silly old bike.”
Raiser smiled to the cops, them both nodding, and began walking past both him and Eli up the hill to the old mill, leaving their cruiser behind.
“What the fuck was that? Who or what are you?” Eli shouted at him once his mind was
