November: I Might Be A Superhero

017: Not Your Typical Trio (II)

"So we're doing this?" Sebastian asked as he fought so hard to not look down.

"Yes," November and Macey chorused.

"This is weird. I never thought I would float on air."

"Can you put me down for a minute, I've got to straighten my pad." Macey tapped November.

"Jesus." Both boys exclaimed, beforehand turning to stare at her like she was insane.

"You could've said something else, you don't need to let us know you're on your period. Ew." November muttered with disgust.

A few minutes later they were all at George's window, with the help of November's quirk. He used his telekinesis quirk to hold them still in the air along with him.

Sebastian was trying so hard to not make it known that he was frightened, but it was clearly written on his face. Macey on the other hand appeared very normal because it wasn't the first time November had lifted her into the air.

Looks like dude wants no bother," Sebastian said after they had knocked on the boy's window a couple of times.

"I don't think so, the last thing he'll expect is to have his classmates from school, floating around his window just so they could ask him some questions about a dead boy,"

"We've got to be fast, I'm getting tired of holding you two up along with me." An explosive breath came from November, and it seems he has exhausted his strength.

"I've got an idea," Macey immediately popped up with this and they directed their gaze at her.

"What's that?"

She immediately slid his window open, "see, it's easy this way. We don't have to stay here and knock."

"Let's go in, guys." She told them with a smile.

"I don't think this is a good idea," November said with a frown. He didn't want to just go into someone else's room like that. The monster roaming about the street was still on his mind, meanwhile coming here felt like child's play to him because they did nothing but talk, talk and talk. Macey Brightside was talkative, and Sebastian on the other hand enjoyed their company somehow, or else he wouldn't hang out with them. He was quirkless, so he could make friends with other popular normal teens, not ones like him and a very unladylike Macey Brightside.

November's stomach churned when he wondered who else had been killed.

George Millburn waited for them to make their way forth into his room before he began his attack.

"Just calm down and listen to us, we mean no harm of any sort." November tried to explain, but George wrapped his tongue around him and threw him out.

"Jesus, are you a frog or something!?" Sebastian clamored as he dodged the giant tongue from pushing him off the window.

"Calm the fuck down, George Millburn. Can't you recognize us as your classmates from school?" Macey immediately flattened her body to the shape of a rug when he faced her with his tongue.

"I don't care if you're the sheriff's daughter or an alien lover, you have no right to climb up to my room. How the fuck did you even do that?" 

November came back in less than twenty seconds, his face seething in ten shades of red. 

"Will you just stop? We're here to ask you some questions!" He yelled at the boy who had immediately let his body take the shape of a frog as he perched on the wall. He was still in his human form though.

"Questions that had you sneaking in my room!? I'll show you how to not sneak into people's rooms through their windows just to ask questions." George stretched his tongue and smacked Macey so hard in the face, that she fell in Sebastian's arms.

"Teaching you three lessons will make you all know better than sneaking into people's rooms. What are you guys now? The three musketeers? The bullied, the freak, and the toothpick boy?" George stopped at Sebastian and had a good laugh himself, "what a weird combo of friends."

"I'll show you what weird is," this from a fuming Macey who immediately made her body shaped into a baseball bat, and she flung herself so high in an attempt to smack the vexatious boy in the face.

But George dodged and threw her above the ceiling with a force from his large, swaying tongue.

"Oh my God, I think I stained myself." Macey outcries when she collided with the floor and took back her complete form.

November decided he had had enough of George's bullshit and used his quirk to hold the boy's tongue still.

George tried as much as he could to move his tongue, but it was futile. Someone with a stronger quirk was restraining him from using his.

"What have you done to me!?" He tried to ask but his words came out in total gibberish because his tongue was out. 

Sebastian and Macey bursted into a fit of laughter upon hearing this. It was so amusing to see George's tongue stretched outward and he was just standing there like a fool, unable to use it.

"Oh, you're dead.. just you wait, I'll wrap you in my tongue and suffocate you until you faint, you asshole." He tried to talk again, but the words sounded a lot like continuous farts.

Chuckling, November folded George's tongue and sent smacking into his own face, that he fell from the wall with a loud thud.

"Son, are you okay!?" George's parents yelled from downstairs.

"Don't tell me you're testing those frog abilities once more, you should be ashamed of yourself!" 

"Your grades are dropping, I'll advise you to read your books and ensure you keep your head low with that animalistic taboo of a quirk before you get caught by the government."

 These were yells from downstairs, and Macey guffawed. His parents found his own tongue-stretching quirk an embarrassment.

November raised George and held him mid-air. For a moment he wanted to pity the boy upon seeing the sad look on his face, but he could not because George was impudent earlier.

"You gonna let us question or you want to remain like this?" He asked although he had no intention of letting George remain in the air, but maybe he could just try. The thought of having his parents forcefully pull him down was amusing.

"Answer me," November growled at George who in turn appeared mildly unfazed and mildly astonished.

"How did you get such a unique quirk?" The boy blinked in amazement, letting his body adjust to a complete human form, but November's force on him was still very powerful, he could not come down on his own.

"Do you want to remain like this, George Millburn?" November looked at him menacingly, hoping to scare the boy somehow. And then he raised him up and crunched Georgie's face on the ceiling, just like the way his quirk did on the morning he knew about it.

"Just give up, George. November is more powerful than you can think. Your silly, tongue-stretching quirk cannot measure up to his." Macey taunted, hurriedly making the boy feel less off himself, and November pressed his face harder on the ceiling.

"If only you had been cooperative from the start, none of this would've happened." Sebastian shook his head and took a seat on the boy's bed.

"Oh, what do you have here? Some half-naked models magazine?"

"Put that back…Argh!" George groaned because he was starting to feel pain from how his face was pressed against the interlocked ceiling. "I never knew you could be this heartless."

"Well, you know now." November snickered.

"Chase didn't bully you enough. He could've pooped on your face like he always wanted." George fired and November's mood immediately changed.

Sebastian upon sensing this, tune the song volume high so the Milburns wouldn't make out voices because he had detect George Millburn had crossed a line and he was about to get tortured worse than before.

"Say that again!" November shouted at the boy, and his black shirt immediately shredded into pieces, stunning the shit out of his senses.

"Say that again!" November fumed, twisting the boy's leg to a different angle.

He was blinded by anger right now, having remembered his memories of getting bullied by Chase Adams, his number one bully, and tormentor.

"He's going to hurt him," Macey's eyes elongated as she told Sebastian this, while her gaze was on November who was using his quirk to twist George's leg, that the boy was beginning to gnash his teeth from suffering this violent anguish. 

"November, that's enough." She said softly but got no response.

George was beginning to groan aloud. His knee was producing cracking sounds, indicating that his boys were getting toyed with.

"November!" Macey screamed this time, but it seemed like he had shut himself out, detached from everything.

She yelled his name until Sebastian flew off from the bed and dived him, sending the both of them to the floor.

And this stopped Georgie's pain, but his leg was still bent. Macey allowed her body to take the shape of a fat rope, and then she flung it around Georgie's leg, wrapped her body around it, and straightened it to normal.

November and Sebastian pulled away from each other, but not before maintaining a very uncomfortable gaze that didn't seem right at all.

"I'm sorry for going too far," Georgia apologized, avoiding November's gaze because he was guilt-stricken already. 

 November stayed silent, releasing a big breath in order to keep his temper in check.

"Dude, you could've broken his leg." Sebastian held out a hand to him, to help him up. But November ignored it and stood up by himself.

"And we all would've been arrested by my dad." Macey glared at November before returning her gaze to George who was still in the air. She couldn't bring him down earlier. November's force on him was powerful.

"Never in your entire life speak to me like that," November warned George sternly.

"Clear, but I'm still not gonna answer whatever questions you have to ask." The boy responded and then wiped sweat off his brow.

 Macey looked away and then bent to take a peek under George's bed, wanting to search for something she could use in threatening him.

"Ew, gross!" She muttered in disgust when she found a used condom under his bed.

"What's that?" The boys drew to her side, but she had already pulled it out with a hanger and they frowned.

George looked scared upon seeing this.

"Dude, just how dirty could you be?" Sebastian cast him a disappointed look.

"Wait till I show this to your parents," Macey smiled sickly at him.

"Wait, no, no, no." He pleaded, before slapping a palm at his face in distress and defeat. "Alright, fine. What's that you want to ask me?"

"About Timothee Mayfield." The trio chorused at once.

"What, why would you come to me for that? Don't tell me you think I killed him or something? That's why you've been torturing me this much?" He glowered at them from the ceiling. 

"No, you blockhead. He was your lab partner in chemistry. You must have noticed some signs about him before his death." Macey stepped forward and folded her arms across her chest.

"Dude, he was sick the entire time," George breathed out in exasperation.

"Did he mention any men from the  pharmaceutical company?" It was Sebastian's turn to question him.

"No, why would he? We barely talked because he was a snob." This statement was of course an honest one.

"Oh," 

"So you don't know anything else?" November inquired. "Are you sure you don't know anything else or you're hiding some things from us?"

"No, I don't. Try speaking with sir Zachery, he's Timothee's mother's cousin. Looks after the boy at school and provides him with his medications when he forgets to take them." George provided.

"Really?" November squinted as he looked at George.

"Yes, fuck. Now would you mind putting me down? You've dealt with me black and blue, threatened me, ripped my shirt into pieces. Tuned the music high to disturb my eardrums, I mean what's more humiliating than that? Plus my parents already sees me as a joke. I get taunted for having a frog quirk instead of a unique one like other kids." 

He got his request immediately and as November helped Macey and Sebastian out, he narrowed his eyes in wonder.

"Wait a minute, why are you guys so concerned about Timothee's condition before his death!?"

But he got no response nor did he see anyone.