Molly's POV
"I don't like that guy there," Michael whispers to us, nodding at a man sitting at the bar, near the exit. His leg bounces up and down nervously.
"Leave him alone Mikey," Calum mutters, "He's done nothing to you. He's probably just some homeless guy."
"Look at his pocket," Michael insists urgently, "Tell me that that doesn't look like a gun."
"It doesn't look like a gun?" Ashton replies, confused. Michael groans loudly.
"You're too paranoid, Michael. It's probably his phone and wallet," Luke suggests, picking up a French fry. He groans in annoyance, then realizes he hasn't harassed me yet.
"Since none of you guys have good eyes anymore, Molly, back me up. Doesn't that guy look a little suspicious?"
I sigh in defeat, "Yeah. There is something weird about him."
"Oi! Molly!" Luke calls, throwing a fry at Michael. "Don't let him bully you into agreeing with him."
"I'm not," I protest, getting more nervous as he stands up, whispering into his long coat. He disappears from sight. My stomach turns uneasily.
"Well he's gone now so you don't have to worry about it anymor-" The building starts to violently shake sending picture frames crashing to the ground. Light fixtures shake, and the power flickers. The boys pull me under the table with them.
"Earthquake," Luke tells me. I can see his eyes darting back and forth nervously. Then it just stops. The man is now standing in the middle of the diner, up on a table, with a gun in his hand.
"I told you so," Michael whispers, crouched down behind me. One of the others smacks him.
"Fear not, for Tremor shall take control soon. Your lives will be fulfilled and have purpose again," the man preaches, "Surrender all wallets, money, and valuable items now. Tremor will reward you later." I stare at the gun in his hand, focusing on it with all of my concentration. He frowns as it starts to float towards me, pulling his arm with it. He lets go and it crashes down to the ground, right by the feet of some family. The mother grabs the gun, aiming it at the man. Instead of doing anything to try to regain control of the situation, he passes out, collapsing down off of the table. Just at that time, the cops bust open the doors. Great timing.
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"We were in the same room as a superhero!" Michael yells, jumping up and down in the prehistoric elevator. It creaks unnaturally. Calum grabs his shoulder, calming him slightly. Michael smirks, "I don't know if I'm more excited about that or about the fact that I told you so. Well, me and Molly told you so."
"Lucky you. You were right, and we almost got killed because of it," Ashton points out.
"But we didn't. That superhero saved us!" Luke adds on, just as excited as Michael. I wince.
"They obviously have telekinesis. I just wish I knew who it was. They were smart though and moved the gun towards us and not themselves to draw any suspicion away," Michael rambles. My cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Yeah, smart enough. Definitely.
"What about you, Molly?" Calum speaks up, glancing at me as we walk into the apartment.
"What about me?" I choke out, hoping they can't see the panic in my eyes.
"What did you think of the whole thing?"
I pause for a moment, "I think America is fucking bonkers."
