Unfunny Super Eyes Chapter 2: Chapter 2 Alley

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It seemed impossible, it looked too stupid, but the fist was already heading Cake’s way. He jumped out at the last second before the locker flattened behind him. Cake was already running down the street at full sprint. He always knew this day would come. Sins catching up to the sinner, that whole shtick. He just didn’t expect it to come in the form of old lady vengeance. The blue case was still in his hands. Something didn’t want him to let go. A sense of pride? A sense of profit? Its weight felt good, he imagined stacks of clean bills straight from the bank. Was this even worth it? His head swiveled back, doubt entering his mind and then leaving when he saw the grandma's entire body melt into a puddle of gray liquid. She was reforming into a giant wrecking ball that was winding up to run him down. The time for peace was obviously over. ‘THERE SHE IS!’ A voice shouted far away. At the opposite end of the street, four thugs dressed in pin-striped suits pointed at what used to be the old lady. Tommy guns were in their hands. Cake’s heart, which was at the bottom of his stomach, started digging as the guns rattled. Bullets flew and he jumped into an alleyway. None of it was directed at him though. Instead, out of the corner of his vision, he could see sparks bouncing off the giant amorphous glob. It tilted once, then rolled like a bowling ball toward the thugs. They jumped out of the way, and the ball's momentum made it hit and bent a lamp post. Cake’s heart stopped digging. Was it over? He thought. Then the ball started rolling back down the street and was now headed toward him. Of course not. A hand landed on his shoulder, and Cake almost jumped out of his skin. It was the hooded kid from before. In his hand was a freshly lit cigarette that he took another puff of. ‘Hey man, this is my dark alley to hide in.’ The boulder was coming. There wasn’t time to explain. Cake grabbed his hood and pulled him backwards, running and dragging the kid as the ball crashed into the alley’s entrance. Too big for the tiny path, it crumbled into the buildings, kicking up dust. Cake wasn’t about to stop moving, and the kid was also now running at his side. ‘What the heck is that!’ He shouted, throwing away his smoke. ‘Just run! Just run! Just run!’ That was all he could reply. Behind them, the ball was reforming again, this time into a formless muddy puddle that flooded into the alley. Cake the kid jumped over trash cans, dumpsters, and rotting bags of who knows what. They were almost at the other end. If they could just make it, but the mudslide was closing in. From the alley's mouth stepped a new figure. A sharp man, dressed in a shiny golden pin-striped suit. Freon blue glasses covered his eyes. His cocky smile glowed. ‘Tisk tisk tisk,’ the man said, pointing a finger gun at them. ‘The Family doesn’t tolerate caped crusaders here. We’ll just have to make an example.’ Cakes heart had bore through his stomach, out his ass, and was making its way to China. There was no stopping now, and with a final glance behind, he caught a glimpse of death. The mudslide was now a mud tsunami. Cake and the kid jumped out of the alley, bracing on the ground for impact. But the gray mud never reached them. The boy dared to open his eyes and stared in disbelief. A wall of jagged ice had grown from the golden man’s hand and had stopped the gray mud in its place. Cold crystal snowflakes floated down around them. The man helped both of them, his breath steaming as he spoke nonchalantly, ‘you kids alright?’ Both nodded, shaken and scared witless. The golden man dusted them off, ‘get out of here. This is official Family business.’ His eyes, for a moment, landed on the blue suitcase Cake carried, ‘nice bag.’ An explosion shook the street, shards of ice blasting like shrapnel in all directions. The gray mud had broken out, roaring with anger that was silenced almost immediately by gunfire. The thugs had made their way over. The golden man was already aiming another blast