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My Problems Are Fast, But I Am Faster

[Short Story]

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I ran. All I could do was move my feet, and I’ll be damned if I slowed down.

My thoughts were scrambled, that was obvious, but considering the circumstances, were they supposed to be clear? Was I supposed to be of sound mind, when just five minutes ago, Candy Roberts’ head exploded right in front of me? I don’t think so. I just wanted her to shut up, not fucking die.

If my mind was broadcasted to the entire world it would be incomprehensible. I would pay the man who could decipher my thoughts a million dollars, because I damn sure couldn’t figure it out. The combat boots on my feet rubbed blisters and slowed me down, but I kept running into the night, not even sure where I should go.

I couldn’t go home. The police had showed up to my school, if not my house, and I couldn’t put my dad in danger or get caught. No, I was going to live with this for as long as I shall live. Where could I go? Would I change my name, cut my hair, and move to the South? If people found out what I could do, that I killed someone with my mind, one of two things would happen:

I would get caught by government officials and sold to a lab to be tested on and become some sort of military weapon, using my powers to spy on and kill the Soviets. The same fate that met my mother. They found her sandal floating in Buggy River, but all signs point to her being kidnapped by the government.

Or,

I would be sent to the electric chair, the jury unanimous on my guilt to capital murder in cold blood.

I didn’t want to kill anybody, I’m just a teenager. All I wanted was for a salty bitch to shut up, and Candy Roberts was that salty bitch. She wouldn’t stop talking about me, spreading things about me that she shouldn’t even know, about my family. I guess I need to be a lot clearer when praying to the universe, because the universe’s way of shutting someone up is killing them. Effective, but unnecessary.

I glanced up at the street sign as I rounded the corner to another block and ‘oh shit, I’ve been running for six blocks straight.’ I was on the outskirts of town.

One way or another, someone would connect me to Candy’s untimely death and that would be the end of my career as a human. I reached the fence of the river, debating on whether or not this is a good choice.

The multiple police sirens getting louder and louder made that choice for me, and I started to climb the fence, which marked the start of my life as an outlaw.

Go figure.