User blog:ZachWadeWilson/Nightcrawler

Bamf. Bamf. Bamf. They were getting closer and my energy was draining away with each teleport. I wouldn’t be able to run much further. I leaped to a church steeple and paused for a breath. “There he is!” They had found me. I jumped from the steeple and focused on a nearby rooftop. Bamf. Almost there. I leaped from the roof again and tried to concentrate. Then I felt a glass bottle smash against my head, thrown from someone in the crowd. I teleported, but I was unable to focus on where and appeared on the street in front of the mob. I had just cleared my head when they came down on me, beating me with wooden planks, pitchforks and hammers. I tried concentrating but was in too much pain to focus on one place. A couple of the men started binding me to a post. Even bound, I tried to teleport, but only made it a few feet away. They turned me over and one of them lifted a stake and prepared to plunge it into my chest. I closed my eyes and waited. Nothing happened. I slowly opened them and saw that the man was still, frozen. I looked around and realized the rest were frozen too. Then, I heard something very odd. It was the sound of motors whirring. I turned in the direction of the noise and saw a man in a wheelchair moving toward me. I edged away a little, but was still bound by the ropes. He rolled next to me and started undoing the ropes. When the last rope fell away, I stood but kept my distance. He smiled at me and extended a hand and gestured before rolling away. I was confused but followed him.