The bus kept racing forward, trees whipped and blurred out of sight. Everyone was silent as a lion waiting to pounce.
Suddenly the curly haired boy spoke up, “Why did all of you just turn purple?”
Everyone turned their perplexed stares on him.
“Are you okay?” EJ asked.
The curly haired boy shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“I’m fine, but I thought everyone could see the colors.” He said quietly.
Leah looked back at him, “What colors?”
The curly haired boy looked at the floor and then back up, “The colors around a person that randomly change.”
My thoughts swam, Cynthia had powers, maybe the curly haired boy had powers too!
“What color is around me now?” I asked calmly. I leaned in slowly, everybody was on the edge of their seats.
The curly haired boy stared at me, “Green.”
“I thought you said we all were purple!” Bri protested.
The curly haired boy turned to Bri, “You’re red now.”
Bri huffed in agony.
Leah sat up straight, “What’s your name again?” She asked.
“Charlie.” The curly haired boy, now Charlie, responded.
Cynthia bolted up right, “What if we all have powers! This makes sense! Whoever is in that white van is trying to capture us. We need to defend ourselves!”
“This is nonsense! AH-!” Bri demanded as the lights on the bus shut off, “Did I do that?”
The bus began to accelerate even more, it was rocking and swayed and weaving in and out of cars like a deadly tsunami.
The white van was close behind us, everyone was panicking, not knowing what to do.
I looked around at everyone, their pale faces and blank eyes. We shouldn’t just sit here. All these people, these great people who might have odd powers (even if we don’t know what they were yet) were just going to sit and wait for this van to catch up to us and… and… what! What were they going to do to us? Whatever the future holds I wasn’t going to let these people sit around and wait for the worst to come. Then I remembered, the future.
“CYNTHIA!” I exclaimed, she whipped around, “Can you use your power to see if you can hear what happens next?” She nodded.
Cynthia close her eyes gently and tilted her head down. After a moment or two she jumped, “Ah! What was that?” She exclaimed.
“What!” Everyone shouted as they leaned forward.
Cynthia’s eyes went back and forth as she searched her brain.
“A grappling hook?” She said quietly.
EJ looked from the van to Cynthia and said, “So what do we do?”
With that the boy with glasses ran over to the bus driver and mumbled, “Excuse me” before reaching over the wheel and turning abruptly.
The bus driver shouted in protest, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” before the bus swerved and then went into another lane.
At the exact moment the boy touched the wheel the van had open a slot in the hood and a grappling hook swung, attempting to grab the bus.
Leah jumped up and smiled, “YES!”
“HIT THE GAS!” EJ yelled to the bus driver.