Chapter 615 - Thing the Second (2/2)
”Put down the driver... and the seat!” A cop shouted with his gun pointing at the rock-man while taking cover behind one of the crashed cars. presently, three cops manned the scene with two of them pointing their guns towards the man who had, in a manner, caused the scene indirectly. As the boulder person moved towards the cop with the trucker's seat in his arms, the cop shouted loudly, ”Drop him! Now!”
”Kaboom!” A large shout behind the two cops scared them witless as they turned back with full intentions of firing their weapons only to find out their guns were not in their hands any longer and what they held was actually a plastic toy. ”Yeah, that is 7 bucks and you will need to pay me back,” Nik smiled widely, making the cops break into a cold sweat as he cackled, ”Don't worry, I know that destroying your arms is c.u.mbersome. Too much paperwork,” waving their guns and then placing it on top of the cab, Nik continued, ” Now, I'll ask you nicely. Step away... I... er, well, call me Vanish. Wow, my alias feels cornier as I say it again. Need to find a good one...”
”How about— White Devil?” One of the cops inquired as Nik crossed his arms, ”Hmm, will you guys shoot me if I call myself a devil?”
”Oh, good point,” the other one sighed in relief, ”And you really should find a society friendly name with that face of yours.”
”Something wrong with my face?” Pickle snarled as the duo backed away with a gulp, shaking their heads quickly, ”It's just hardcore! Too much for kids and elderly!”
”Hmph!” snorting, Pickle retrieved herself once again as Nik looked at the rock person, ”Don't worry. The citizens and everyone else is just rattled and would attack you with extreme prejudice if you make any weird move. What are you called?”
”I'm... Benjamin,” the man grunted as he let down the trucker while still keeping a cautious eye of the situation as more and more civilians began crowding after seeing two monstrosities in the same location.
”What the hell is going on? Can you see Ben from here?” A lanky and well-trimmed man inquired with a frustrated expression as he stepped out of the cab with a blonde woman exiting after him. ”He just survived the crash against the truck,” the woman hissed in worry while a blonde youth pulled his bike onto a stand and took his helmet off, ”I mean, he just scientifically proved that rocks can crush trucks. That's impressive.”
”Of course, they can crush trucks. And, not now, Johnny!” The woman groaned before trying to push through the crowd only to fail.
”I can see someone else!” Johnny stated while stepping onto the hood of the cab, ”Oh, there's Ben, too. He found a pal. Thing the Second, in roman numerals,” he chuckled to himself.
Meanwhile, from the other side of the bridge, Nik could hear the collective sirens of the police vehicles and a fire truck.
”Alright, your backup is arriving,” Nik gestured towards the two cops as the third one now pointed his gun at Nik.
”Not, now, George! He's the guy who got all the civilians out of Rick Mall,” his partners hissed.
”Oh,” Geroge looked stunned for a moment before lowering his weapon, ”I- I didn't know. Your service has been a great help to us cops. You're called Vanish, right? That's a pretty cool name and... awesome costume,” he stated while nodding.
”You know what, George, you're my hero,” Pickle grinned as Nik shrugged while gesturing towards Benjamin, ”You seem scared enough. Confused, too. I've got a free afternoon, too,” Nik mumbled as Gwen scoffed, ”Wow, is that a motivational speed?”
Not minding the sarcasm, Nik continued, ”Let me take you out of here before something bad actually happens.”
Creating a portal right beneath Benjamin as it consumed the man whole, Nik disappeared, too.”
”And they just vanished,” Johnny jumped down and looked at the woman, ”Sue, are you sure that this isn't just your power?”
”Alright, we need to find Ben before something bad happens. Good thing I slipped in a tracker into our clothes after experiments. Now I just hope that Ben's trousers still have that chip...”
”You chipped us?” Susan's anger flared as the brown-haired man backed by a step, ”Even I have a tracker.”
”Not cool, man,” Johnny shook his head as he got back to his bike, ”Just text me the address!” And he turned around before racing away.
”Johnny! That's the wrong side!” Susan shouted before glaring at Richards, ”Where is Ben?”
”Yes, we need to get back to our place and get my laptop.”
”Your phone isn't synced with the track— nevermind forgot that you do not carry a cellphone.”
”Neither should you,” Richard sighed as the entered the cab once again.”