Empathy [Josh Dun - Twenty One Pilots]

The wind was still flowing through the room, stronger than ever, as Tyler coughed and choked, desperately trying to regain some sense. His hands were trembling now and he felt drained, as if all power, all life had seeped right through his pores and disappeared into thin air. But Tyler knew it wasn't over, he knew he had to focus.

Gathering the remaining strength in his mind, he balled his hands into fists and, after glancing behind him to Josh's limp body, the pain in his heart threatening to break out into desperate sobs, he took a few steps towards the immediate menace: the four men lying on the floor, scattered across the room. Dust flew around with each of Tyler's steps, and the knot in his throat tightened at the thought of Josh. But he had to take care of the bad guys before anything else, just to make sure they wouldn't cause any more harm than they had already. 

Crouching down besides the first body, Tyler made sure he was still breathing but completely passed out. Surprised of his own strength - after all, he had never kicked a man unconscious with the sole force of his mind before - he sighed and started pulling him by the arms. Such a pity his physical strength didn't equal at least half of his kinetic abilities. 

A few minutes later, he had reached the far wall of the room, where the other three bodies were lying, just as unconscious. A trail was now visible all across the room where Tyler had dragged the body, and the young boy slided the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping the sweat out of his face. He then rushed to the nearest desk, hoping to find something, anything, to tie down the men together so they couldn't move, tripping over something before he even reached his destination. 

Tyler gulped, slowly picking up the object that had caused his fury with still trembling hands. The metal was cold against his skin, slightly refreshing as he set his index finger on the trigger. Looking up at the motionless bodies near him, Tyler wondered what it would feel like to just pull it, and his hand raised, pointing the gun at the one who had previously used it. 

To think it was easy, just so easy, to take someone's life, was triggering and intoxicating all at the same time. The power Tyler held in his right hand was soothing in a way, but oh so scary, and briefly his finger pulled just enough to make the trigger move, but not enough to bring it all the way back. And then, finally, a cuss word escaped his lips as Tyler realized he didn't actually need this tool to bring death into a room. 

He was the tool. 

Quickly, a gasp escaping his lips, he rushed to his original destination and opened the first drawer of the desk, throwing the gun into it like one would throw a chewing gum into a bin, closing the drawer as fast as he could. He then leaned on the dusty desk, inhaling slowly, exhaling deeply, trying to get rid of that burning ache in his chest. Then, an image flashed behind his eyelids, and he found himself opening the drawer again.

And there, behind the gun, was a large roll of super-adhesive tape. What were the chances? Tyler didn't know, but he had spent the last sixteen years getting used to it. Good things would always happen to him when he least expected it, and tonight seemed to be one of them - if he could see past the four gangsters and his two friends lying unconscious on the other side of the room, that is. 

Determined, Tyler took out the tape and proceeded carefully to tie the four guys down. At some point, one of them opened his eyes and mumbled something about his mom and Tyler, surprised, decided it would be a nice idea to punch him right in the nose just to make him sleep a little longer, reminding himself a little late that he had never thrown a punch before and he had no idea how to do it properly. It is with his hand blue and more swollen than the guy's face that he finally skipped back to his friends. 

Approaching them on the other side of the room, Tyler glanced at Mark, almost peacefully unconscious but breathing slowly, his back against the wall, then crouched down to his best friend's side, the knot in his throat making a Hollywood come-back.