The Salvation Shark, Chapter 35

Anton

"The world needs to think you are dead," I tell her after getting off the highway to avoid a roadblock. I let Becki be scared a moment before I say, "People are going to see you everywhere, including the places you really are. The only way to prevent that is for people to think there is no chance of finding you." The bimbo is crying openly now. "That won't give us long without a body, but I know a place where we will be safe." We are on a deserted forest road in the middle of Virginia. The sun will rise soon, and everything will be fine.

The cruisers are struggling to keep up with the Ferrari. I order Becki to stop crying, but she is beyond listening. I consider just getting it over with and pushing her out of the car so she can be crushed under the wheels of a cop car, and the thought of this amuses me so much that I laugh out loud.

I manage to lose them momentarily when they are unable to take a turn at 150mph with me. The trees part before me, revealing a straight path, stretching over a mile. I screech the car to stop, spinning to block the entire road just as the phalanx of police come into view.

I get out of the car and say, “Wait here, this won’t take long. Don’t look, or you’ll turn to salt."

They are all jumping out of their cars and drawing their guns and ordering me to freeze. They must be able to see Becki in the car behind me, otherwise they would be shooting. When I put my hands in the air, several start running towards me. They are the first ones to be hit by the wave of my force.

There is no fire, no electricity, no ice, or anything that will cause their bodies any damage. Not even razors or blood. Instead, they see the darkest part of their souls. They see murdered babies, mothers watching in horror. They feel the pain of animals killed for sport and wasted. They see friends and family pushed away in the name of greed and money, the truly needy stepped on for the purpose of hoarding unnecessaries. They see people beaten and murdered over the color of their skin, or who they choose to love. They see hate, pain, and death. They see the most horrible actions of humans, and each sees it done by his own hand.

The fear kills most. The two survivors are driven mad by the image of bayoneted infants. They will never tell what they saw here. Twelve police officers drop with only a single scream.

I calmly turn back to the car and open Becki’s door. “Let’s go,” I say, waving her out of the car.

“What...?” she asks. Her eyes widen when she sees the dead and insane police. “Oh, God, Anton, what did you do?” she looks away and tears well up in her eyes.

“Hurry up, I demand. “We need to get out of here fast. We need to walk, they’re patrolling the roads.” As she climbs out, I slam the door and usher her away. When we are about five hundred feet away, I turn and blow toward the car, exploding it in a blast bigger than in any movie, to be seen from miles away. We narrowly avoid the debris showering the area. Becki stops to watch, but I grab her collar and bring her along behind me. “Once we’re in the woods, everything will be fine,” I say. “We need to hurry though, before more cops arrive on the scene. I know a place we can go.”


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