The rebar flew through the air, the perfect personification of improvisation. It swat John right in the back of the head, causing him to jolt forward in discomfort and stumble, I guess this is why he is a threat in my future, the boy is a telekinetic.He thought, casting a piercing gaze in the direction of 94 as he ran, the small rocks on the ground thud into John as they fell to the ground, unable to pierce his eugenically toughened skin. The truck on the other hand? John raised his palm and watched it fly through the air.... And did nothing.... It flew closer, and closer.... Until it touched his index finger.
Like magic it appeared behind 94, having been teleported away from John and keeping it's momentum as it tore after the fifteen year old, now threatening to return the favor.
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