GENUINE SUPERHUMAN

Chapter 8 : Flicking My Wrist.

Realizing this, I didn't hesitate, I darted along the main street.

I was unwilling to spend some time at the police station. There was no way I could prevent myself from getting arrested except to escape.

"Stop! I'm gonna shoot your f*cking back! Stop!"

I heard these words coming from behind me but I didn't even look back. I continued running until I disappeared by turning into another laneway.

Only then did I realize that I had surpassed my home.

"So it means I have run a distance of over 300 feet in such a short period?"

Most blocks were 315 feet long. Since I reached another small street, It meant I had surpassed a block where my home was situated.

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After successfully avoiding the cops, I returned to my apartment. I lived with my uncle but he was at work at the moment. The time was around 1 pm.

I went straight to my room and threw my rucksack onto the bed. Then I went to the washroom and took a quick shower.

With a towel, I was drying my curly black hair. I walked past a mirror but in the next second, I retreated and glanced at myself in the mirror.

"You're now a superhuman!"

I muttered to myself whilst smiling.

Fast forward, after checking some of my businesses' progress on my laptop, I decided to go out for a walk.

To be frank, I wanted to show prowess and test my powers.

I walked down the street and arrived at a dead-end laneway. The entrance of the laneway was partly covered with some old car parts e.g car doors and hoods. Thus, no one could trespass into the laneway unless was permitted by the owners.

Another small gang owned this laneway. This was a usual and popular practice in the neighborhood as well as in many other neighborhoods.

At the entrance sat a few young thugs. They sat on large sound boxes. Each sound box was about 3 feet long, and 1.5 feet wide.

Rap music playing from some of the sound boxes filled the entire area enough to change someone's mood. The vibe was that great.

There were 4 young thugs in total. Precisely, a female and 3 males. All were African-Americans.

I approached them. As I got closer I felt comfortable and pleased with the smell of drugs that filled the air despite being my first time smelling the such strong a smell of drugs.

"What's up, dude? Is there anything we can help you"

A young man with long and thick dreadlocks asked in an unfriendly manner.

"Don't worry, I just wanna feel the vibe too."

I gave out a simple reply while sitting in vacant a space on one of the sound boxes.

They all glanced at me with strange and hostile gazes. I could tell that they were displeased by my actions.

"Punk! You better scram. You ain't welcomed here"

Said the same young man with long and thick dreadlocks.

In his hands, he was crushing something that looked and smelled like weed. I scanned it with my eyes, It was indeed weed.

"Do I look like someone who needs to be welcomed to stay here? Can't you see I haven't even asked your permission before sitting here?"

I replied arrogantly while smiling wryly seemingly calm.

"Sh*t! Do you have a death wish?"

Yelled the young man.

"He's just a f*ckin' nerd yet he dares to be so arrogant! How audacious!"

Yelled another young man. He had a very nice brush cut.

"Watch your tone motherf*cker! This is our turf!"

A pretty young woman chimed in. She had a big red ink tattoo on her neck. She also had dreadlocks but thin ones.

"You! Don't call me a nerd again otherwise the consequences will be unbearable."

I said while pointing at the young man with a nice brush cut, who had just called me a nerd.

Tension rose to a certain extent. Everyone was stupefied. Even though they had never seen me, they could tell at a glance that I was just an ordinary young man yet I had the nerve to threaten them, thugs.

"Calm down, calm down. This dude wanna join us. Let's give him a chance."

A young man with short brown and white dreadlocks said seemingly servile.

"Niggar, do you want to join our crew for real?"

He asked.

I had a good impression of this man. He was the only one looking at me with a tender gaze, unlike all others who were looking at me with cold gazes.

He seemed friendly and easygoing. Moreover, he was good-tempered and patient.

However, I hadn't planned to join their crew. I wasn't interested to join them for the fact that their crew was too small and weak.

"I didn't say, I need to join your crew. I just liked the vibe and wanna try these drugs."

This was going to be my first time trying drugs.

The young man frowned.

"If that's the case, you should pay 10 bucks for the coke but you can have Mary Jane for free."

He said and a trace of uneasiness appeared on his face.

Nobody didn't understand why an ordinary African-American boy was acting so arrogant and domineering in front of them, gangsters.

If I was a white boy, they would have thought I was from a wealthy family from nearby suburbs.

"Alright, let me flick my wrist"

I paid some cash and got coke.

In no time I began seeing some dizziness. Little nervous I initially had vanished. I knew I'm a slightly high.

Even though it was the first time, I felt extremely comfortable and at peace. I liked this feeling, I felt like the king.

Of course, I found it unpleasant a bit especially at the beginning.

Not long after, two black-tinted hummers pulled over and stopped alongside the main street in front of us. Underground rap music playing from the hummers invaded the atmosphere.

The rap music from the sound boxes we sat on seemed not to exist.

Smoke could be seen flowing out of the vehicles through windows.