"What the heck is wrong with you?!" Wayne shouted as I pulled the front door of his house open.

Ignoring Wayne, I pushed him and myself into his house and slammed the wooden door behind me.

"Do you have any idea who you are dealing with?!" I snapped at him with wide eyes.

Wayne stumbled near the dining table; he turned around to face me. "Why?" he asked in a distressed tone.

I made a bewildered look. "Why what?"

"Why are you acting like this?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Acting like what?"

Wayne groaned in frustration darting his eyes up at the ceiling. "Why are you acting like Pierre is gonna do something bad?" He reverted his eyes back at me.

"Because he is gonna do something bad. He is bad," I stated firmly, taking a step toward him.

He knitted his eyebrows. "How?"

I shook my head slowly. "Long story."

Wayne sighed. "But you should've not ran out of there like some manic," he muttered under his breath.

"He was going to kill me!" I blurted out, like as if that would get the point I across Wayne.

Wayne letted out a mirthless chuckle. "Now why on earth would he want to do that?" He crossed his arms.

I threw my hands into the air. "I don't know!"

"You don't know?" he repeated flatly.

"No! He wouldn't tell me! I can't read his mind!" I pointed to my head, like as if I had mental powers.

"Toosk, I don't believe you," he told me in that same tone; his facial expression matched his tone. "I don't believe that he's evil, I don't believe that he wants to kill you."

"Alright then...FINE!" I extended my hands out from my sides. "I'm outta here!"

Wayne dropped his arms and stared at me like as if I told him I was going to capture the moon. "What?"

I turned around and began to head toward the door. "I'm going nowhere with you!" I opened the door.

"Toosk, you gotta be--"

I stepped outside and quickly slammed the door closed, blocking Wayne out. I then ran down the porch with my mind racing: Pierre has Lance. I'm gonna get him...no matter the cost.

I got into Wayne's truck and drove off, not caring that it isn't mine and that I didn't ask him permission to drive it.

I started driving along the sides of the tall hills that were in between Wayne's house and the rest of civilization. I drove unusually slow around them, staring straight ahead at the black road that was spread out in front of me.

Then I heard a car coming up to me.

Anyone barely drives on this road. I thought to myself as I heard the engine of the car getting closer to me. I wonder who would be driving here...

I darted my eyes at the side mirror to catch a glimpse of the car and the driver. I then turned my gaze back on the road.

No one I know. I paused. Wait...

I looked down at the car, which was now driving parallel to me at the same speed. The car was a black and sporty with an extremely sleek style.

The car seemed so familiar...

Then the lightbulb turned on.

No way...Lance?

I gazed at the driver. Sure enough, there was Lance, wearing sunglasses, driving in a spiffy manner right next to me.

I found him! Finally!

"Hey, Lance!" I called out.

Lance turned to look at me; he took off his sunglasses, revealing his brown, chilled eyes. "Hey...long time, no see, Toosk."

"Where were you?" I shouted over the roaring engines of the car and truck.

"Ah." He shrugged. "Just doing some business. Nothing important." I slowly turned back to face the road.

"Well...um..." I didn't know what to say next. "Are you heading back home?"

"Are you?" he asked the road.

I blinked at bit. Lance never asks questions back like that. "Uhhh...not really."

"How can you "really not" go home?"

Okay...something's wrong. "Good question," was all I said. I couldn't really say anything since I was getting skeptical about my friend.

"Think before you speak, Mjalmersson..."

Mjalmersson? He never calls me by just my last name.

Then Lance placed back his sunglasses and slowed down smoothly; he slowly slipped behind the truck.

I gradually turned back to the road with wide eyes. Okay then...that was awkward...

All of a sudden, I felt a huge jerk that came from the back of the truck; I almost hit my face on the steering wheel, but luckily I braced myself just in time. I then grabbed the seatbelt and clicked it in front of me so that I would not actually hit the steering wheel with my face. I pressed the gas pedal and began to zoom down the road.

There was another huge bump that came behind the truck, making my hands grip tightly on the steering wheel. What the heck is making my truck go like this?

I popped my head out the window and gazed at the side mirror.

There was Jonathan tailgating me, ready to crash into the damaged bumper again.

"Lance!" I yelled over the wind, in the opposite direction of where he is.

Lance began to speed towards the truck.

I held out my hand behind me, toward his car. I felt my magnetic powers grab hold of his car, forcing it to stop it in its tracks.

I pressed on the brakes of my car and turned my head around to face him "Lance!" I yelled again. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"You better not ask me!" Lance yelled back at me from inside his car. "Or else you're gonna get more than excepted."

"Why are you hitting me?" I question him, ignoring his warning.

His car rolled up to mine, so that we were side-by-side. "You want to know why? Huh?" He peered up at me with his sunglasses slipping on the bridge of his nose.

"Well, I'm asking you why." I shrugged.

Then without speaking, Lance drove his car into the truck. The impact made me fling toward the passenger's seat, but my seatbelt held me back from flying out the window. Yet, the impact did smash the truck against the side of the hill.

How is Lance small car so strong? I yelled in my mind. I'm just gonna fight back.

I quickly straightened up and turned my steering wheel towards him. I slammed his car against the railing that kept cars from falling off the cliff.

"Oh, you wanna fight?!" Lance slammed into the truck again, but this time, I kept firm with my powers.

I sped past him and turned 180 degrees, the truck facing his car. I ran into his car, but instead of him getting all the impact, I got it.

The truck flew into the air, flipping wildly. I never screamed for my dear life so loudly and girlish in my whole entire life. The truck skidded onto the asphalt, creating sparks, while it flipped on the ground.

Powers, powers... My powers...

I frantically used my magnetic powers to land the truck standing up.

But it was standing up on the rail.

Ooooooh shoot.

The truck plummeted down again, tumbling into the grassy forest that was below the edge of the cliff.

After a few moments of forceful, agonizing rolling, the truck slowed down in a batch of soft grass. I hastily undid my seat belt and climbed out of the truck and jumped off of it, since it landed sideways. I gazed ahead of me and there was Jonathan, wearing all black.

"Lance...are you--"

I was suddenly slammed into a tree that was apparently behind me. But before I slid down after the force disappeared, Lance caught me, holding onto the collar of my shirt.

"I. Am. Fine," he growled, with his face inches to mine. He held up his right hand, which morphed into a silver blade. I knew he was ready to drive it through me.

SHOOT! I screamed mentally, commanding my gun-hand to shoot him before I get killed.

Immediately, Lance disappeared in a zap of purple energy.

Purple... When I shoot, it's suppose to be blue, not purple.

In confusion, I looked at my right hand and saw that it was a gun. Why purple?

I peeled my back from the trunk of the tree, but could not go that far when there was something that tacked me with the trunk. I blindly grappled for it, feeling a smooth, cold, thin object. I yanked it out and held it in my eye's level; it looked exactly like the blade Lance was going to stab me with, but this blade was a whole lot smaller, the size of my pinkie.

I then headed back out to Wayne's house, examining it.