Baked

Leia:

Rocketing out of the city, I look down and see A's gas station. Slowing down as I glide toward it, I land right in the center of the parking lot.

"A," I yell, looking around. "A! Hey A, are you here? A?"

As I look around the parking lot, I notice something off.

"Strange. The fence is still down, and there are potholes everywhere. The price sign is also still down. Why didn't A fix these?"

Walking over a few potholes, reminders of what happened only a few days ago, I feel a sudden sharp pain in my arm. I rub my arm while walking right up to the gas station's door.

"A," I say, knocking on the door. "A! It's me! Lafayette! Come on. Open up."

I knock and knock but the door stays closed. Taking a step back, I use my power to look through the wall.

"A isn't here," I say, my vision returning to normal. I spin and look around. "If A isn't here, then where is he?"

A:

The man screams as he charges toward me. He pulls back his fist before throwing it forward. I stand still as he punches me in the face. I watch as the man's hand folds in on itself. I can hear the bones in his hand crack as they all slam into each other. He stands still like me for a few seconds, just staring at his now purple hand. After those few seconds, he starts to scream.

"Ahhhh," the man cries as he pulls back his shaking, purple hand. He cries and screams and yells as he stares at his broken hand. Completely distracted by his broken hand, he does nothing as I grab him by the shirt collar and pull him back.

Pulling him past me, I throw the man into the air. Turning around, I see him fly through the air before hitting a tree and then falling onto the sidewalk.

"Hmm," I say, turning back around. With the thief unconscious now, I approach the car with the broken window. The car, as far as I can tell is nothing really special. It is not fancy, nor does it looks expensive. I take a quick peek inside the car but see nothing but a few half-empty water bottles, some jackets, and some loose changes. I shake my head and hold out my hand.

Making circles with my hand, I use my power to fix the broken windows. I pick up the little shards of glass from the sidewalk and the driver's seat and carefully place them together like a puzzle. I solve the window puzzle before placing it back in the car's opening.

With this thief down and the car fixed, I once again use my teleportation power to vanish in a mist of black smoke. Disappear and reappearing a few blocks away, I look up and down the streets for any sign of trouble.

"Nothing so far," I think as I shove my hands into my pockets and walk down the street. Using my power of increased hearing and sight, I stay on the lookout for any sign of trouble.

"No, no, no," a man in a shirt and short pants says. He is sitting at a table on the outside, staring down at what I think is his cell phone. "Come on, give me the right card. Give me the right! Noo! Ahh, over 21. Darn it."

The man in short then shakes his head. I switch over to another person. This time, it's a woman in a restaurant.

"Hey, hey, hey," the woman says, launching forward to grab a bottle of soy sauce from a young boy's hand. "No more soy sauce. You added enough already."

"Come on, Mom," the young boy says. "Just a little more. I like the taste."

"No," the mother says. She pulls the bottle of soy sauce from her son's hand and places it back on the table. "Too much soy sauce is bad for you."

"Everything is bad for me," the son says, crossing his arms. He stares at his mother as they eat their bowls of noodle soup. I look around from the mother and son and focus on someone else.

Standing in front of a store, a bakery to be exact, I see a tall man with short, wavy black hair. He had a short beard and is wearing a very thin jacket and shorts that go a little past his knees. I try to listen in on what the man is saying but I do not hear anything.

"Strange," I think. I close my eyes and focus harder. I try to hear something from the man but I do not anything. I do not even hear him breathing. "What is going on?"

I open my eyes and look at the man again. He is smiling and nodding his head as he enters the bakery. As I watch him disappear through the bakery's door, I cannot help but shake the uncomfortable feeling I have seen that man somewhere before.

"You look familiar," I tell myself, "And I cannot hear you breathing. Why?"

Immediately, I follow the man into the bakery. As I enter the small bakery, I see display cases filled with all sorts of pastry. I see muffins and cupcakes. I see long sticks of bread right next to giant stacked cakes. I even see some grilled sandwiches side by side some dozen of ice cream favors.

"If only I could afford any of this."

I dig through my pocket and pull out all the money I have.

"One dollar and 42 cents. In loose changes."

I shake my head and look around for the bearded man. Luckily for me, it is quite easy to see him. Unluckily, the reason I can see him so easily is because the store is almost empty. Besides the two of us, there are only two other people inside, and they are already sitting down.

"Hey Moses," the baker says, smiling as she hands the bearded man a small pink box. "Here's your usual."

"Thank you," the bearded man, whose name is Moses, says. Once again, he smiles and nods at the baker.

"Moses," I repeat to myself. As soon as I say the name, I start to hear voices in my head.

"Moses," someone said to me. "You have to be careful when dealing with Moses. He's a lot stronger than he looks, and learned a few new tricks"

"I understand," I said, bowing my head.

"Is this," I say, a headache coming on. "Is this...a memory?"

This headache is not as severe as the previous ones but it is still enough to knock me off my feet. I almost fall but manage to catch myself on the doorframe.

"Sir," the baker says, "Are you okay?"

I try to answer the baker but I am having trouble. My throat goes dry and because of this, I cannot answer.

"Sir," the baker repeats. "Sir, can you hear me?"

As the baker tries to talk to me, Moses turns around. The second he sees me, his smile disappears and he drops the box.

"You," he says.