Make It There

"What the heck is wrong with you?!"
I pushed Pekka into his house and slammed the wooden door behind me. "Do you have any idea who you are dealing with?!"
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you acting like this?"
"Acting like what?"
Pekka groaned in frustration. "Why are you acting like Kari is gonna do something bad?"
"Because he is gonna do something bad. He is bad."
"How?"
I shook my head slowly. "Long story."
"But you should've not ran out of there like some manic."
"He was going to kill me!"
Pekka let out a mirthless chuckle. "Now why on earth would he want to do that?"
"I don't know!"
"You don't know?"
"No! He wouldn't tell me! I can't read his mind!"
"Tuukka, I don't believe you. I don't believe that he's evil, I don't believe that he wants to kill you."
"Alright then...FINE!" I threw my hands in the air. "I'm outta here!"
"What?"
I began to head out of the door. "I'm going nowhere with you!"
"Tuukka, you gotta be--"
I shoved the door in Pekka's face and ran down the porch.
Kari has Jonathan. I'm gonna get him...no matter the cost.
I got into Pekka's truck and drove off, not caring that it isn't mine and that I didn't ask him permission to drive it.
I drove unusually slow around the tall hills, staring straight ahead at the black road that was spread out in front of me.
Then I heard a car coming up to me.
Anyone barely drives on this road.
I turned to look at the car. I had to look down, since the truck was taller than it. I got a glimpse at the driver then turned back on the road.
Nothing important.
I turned back to the car, which was driving parallel to me at the same speed.
It was a black sports car, very sleek.
The car seemed so familiar...
Then the lightbulb turned on.
No way...Jonny?
I looked at the driver and sure enough, there was Jonathan, wearing sunglasses, driving very spiffy next to me.
I found him.
"Hey Jonny!" I called out.
Jonathan turned to look at me; he took off his sunglasses, revealing his brown eyes. "Hey...long time, no see, Tuukka."
"Eh, not really... But, where were you?"
"Ah." Jonathan shrugged. "Just doing some business. Nothing important."
"Well...um..." I didn't know what to say next. "Are you heading back home?"
"Are you?"
I blinked at bit. Jonathan never asks questions back like that. "Uhhh...not really."
"How can you 'really not' go home?"
Okay...something's wrong. "Good question."
"Think before you speak, Rask..."
Rask? He never calls me by just my last name.
Then Jonathan placed back his sunglasses and slowed down smoothly; he slowly slipped behind the truck.
Okay then...that was awkward...
Then, all of a sudden, I felt a huge jerk that came from the back of the truck; I almost hit my face on the steering wheel. I grabbed the seatbelt and clicked it in front of me. I pressed the gas pedal and began to zoom down the road.
There was another huge bump that came behind the truck, making my hands grip really tight on the steering wheel. What the heck is making my truck go like this?
I popped my head out the window and looked behind me. There was Jonathan tailgating me, ready to crash into the damaged bumper again.
"Jonathan!" I yelled over the wind.
Jonathan began to speed towards the truck.
I held out my hand toward's Jonathan's car and stopped it in its tracks, thanks to my magnetic powers. "Jonathan!" I yelled again. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"You better not ask me!" Jonathan yelled back at me. "Or else you're gonna get more than excepted."
"Why are you hitting me?"
Jonathan pulled up to me. "You want to know why? Huh?"
"Well, I'm asking you why."
Then without speaking, Jonathan pushed his car into mine, making the truck squeal into the side of the hill.
How is Jonathan's small car so strong? Whatever, I'm just gonna fight back.
I turned my steering wheel towards him and slammed his car to the rail that kept cars from falling off the cliff.
"Oh, you wanna fight?!" Jonathan slammed into the truck again, but this time, I was kept firm.
I sped in front of him and turned 180 degrees, the truck facing his car. I ran into his car, but instead of him getting all the impact, I got it.
The truck flew into the air, flipping wildly. I never screamed for my dear life so loudly and girlish in my whole entire life. The truck skidded onto the asphalt, creating sparks, while it flipped on the ground.
Powers, powers...My powers...
I frantically use my magnetic powers to land the truck standing up.
But it was standing up on the rail.
Ooooooh shoot.
The truck fell down again, tumbling into the grassy forest that was below the edge of the cliff.
When the truck stopped skidding through the grass, I immediately got off; I had to climb out of the truck and jump off of it, since it landed sideways. I looked ahead of me and there was Jonathan, wearing all black.
"Jonny...what it--"
I was slammed into a tree, but before I slid down from the force, Jonathan caught me, holding onto the collar of my shirt.
"I. Am. Fine," Jonathan growled, with his face inches to mine. He held up his right hand, which turned into a knife and was about to drive it though me.
SHOOT!
Immediately, Jonathan disappeared in a zap of purple energy.
Purple...When I shoot, it's suppose to be blue, not purple.
I looked at my right hand and saw that it was a gun.
Why purple?
I was about to walk away when something was tugging the top right of my shirt. I turned to see what it was and it was one of Jonathan's knives.
I pulled it out and examined it while walking back to Pekka's house.

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