He could be bluffing like the last agent, but he seems different. Like that isn't something he would do or rather, that's not something he even needs to do. So if that's the case who or what is this 'push and pull.' Is it a person, two people, a weapon, or capturing device maybe? Hell, it might even be a squad of people. If that's the case.

I walk over to the kitchen and pull out two of the largest and strongest looking knives there, then head upstairs to Ma's room and wait, with my back against the wall and the door to my front.

They will probably wait for a while to make me stress out, then try and catch me off guard. They can try whatever, I'll be ready--

A window on the wall I have my back to smashes and a kid comes flying in, by the time he touches the floor I've already put distance between us.

"What the fuck? How did you?" This is the second floor! I can only get to the second-story window on the back because there is a first-story roof that comes off the main house. There isn't one in the front, that's the wall I have my back to! He didn't just barely make it through the window either, he shot into the room at least eight feet!

He stands up and looks around as if he had no idea that I was in the room, his gaze eventually finds me.

He looks like he's maybe ten-years-old at most. "Are you lost?"

He sticks his hand out and one of my knives goes flying as if somebody had just kicked it out of my right hand, my hand itself was also pushed back. I instantly grip the knife in my left hand tighter as he starts to reposition his hand.

Not aiming for my knife this time, my head maybe?

I feel a force hit me in the face. It isn't particularly strong, but it still hurts on my swollen face, and the sudden force throws me off balance slightly. I shoot my left foot back to catch myself, brace, and then shove my head back forward against the force. The little kid gets thrown back onto his ass, but he rolls backward and back up to standing with an impressive speed.

"What the fuck are you?"

The little boy speaks, his voice a complete contrast to his innocent face, "Target is at my position. Capturing."

Jumping the little boy kicks the air in front of him and I feel a blow. Staggering I look at him in disbelief, "Did you just kick me in the nuts? You little!"

I don't care if he's a kid or not I'm going to fuck him up. He throws another kick my way as I run at him, I dodge to the right as if I was within the reach of his leg.

I didn't feel anything that time. Can it only go in a straight line? If that's the case then this should be easy.

As I get closer to him he crouches down leaning towards the window he came in. A second later his feet slam against the wall next to the broken window. Completely horizontal he leaps from the wall shooting across the room, "Shit."

He's going for the fucking knife.

Now on the other side of the room, he picks the knife up in a reverse grip pointing the blade at me. He looked like he was holding a flashlight and pointing it towards me. Then, he placed his free hand on the butt of the knife. The knife shoots out of his hand and straight towards me with no spin in it at all. I step to the side and grab it out of the air with my empty hand. It almost slips out of my hands because when I grab it he was still pushing it with his invisible force. As soon as I pull it to the side and out of the way of his hands aim the force stops.

So he can really only do it in a straight line.

He's standing right by the door and gives me a look.

Is he fucking pouting about not being able to shoot me with a knife?

He looks away and then he shoots out of the room. I can hear the sound of him slamming and jumping off walls as I run to the door and look around.

Dammit, where did he go? It sounded like downstairs.

looking I see faint little footprints on the wall. I slowly follow them down the stairs, my two knives at the ready.

There he is, just standing in my living room, on the couch no less. I jump the stairs arm rail and sprint towards him.

He's not going for a distance attack this time?

I make it all the way to him and punch the kid in the chest, careful not to stab him with the knife in my hand. The kid takes the hit without trying to block at all. Instead, he slaps my forearm as he flies to the other side of the couch.

He didn't try to jump around either? Wait, what's this?

I feel a tug on my arm, but quickly apply force to fight it and my arm stops moving. Instantly a candle in a glass holder shoots across the room at me. I dodge it but as it passes I feel a tug on my arm again, this time in the direction the candle is flying. I tug back and the candle shoots my way again, this time I catch it by stabbing the end of my blade into it.

What the fuck is going on with this kid?

I look over at him and see he's already off the couch and... running up the wall? He makes it up the wall and starts running on the ceiling, towards me. He starts falling mid-run and flies down aiming at me.

No punches or kicks, it just looks like he's trying to touch me.

I step to the side as he falls, then when he's right next to me, what was a freefall turns into a swing. He starts coming in my direction mid-air. I start to dodge but my right arm gets thrown forward and he slaps it. I instantly feel a pull but this time it's up towards the ceiling. Ignoring It as I spin and smash the candle on the end of my knife into him, it shouldn't do much damage but it causes him to fall out of the air, and I go running towards the direction of the pull ready to fend off whatever was going to fly towards me. However, nothing comes my way and the more I move towards it the more it pulls towards the ceiling.

Finally, I reach a spot and the force is coming from straight up. I turn to pull hard as I drop my body and a small-hand size chunk of the bandages on my forearm rips and shoots up, sticking to the ceiling.

That's the same spot he touched me. Now, this little mother fucker can stick shit to me if he touches me, too!

Bam! Something slams into my back while I'm looking at the kid on the ground. I spin as I feel it hit my back and it ricochets off me slamming into the wall that is now behind me. "You, but?"

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I turn to look back to the kid who was getting up off the ground and then back to the kid who stood in front of me.

They have the exact same face, hair, and clothes. They're twins!

They start talking to each other, "He's not bad."

"He's not good either!"

"No, I guess not."

"The last one was way stronger!"

What the fuck are these kids talking about? Should I make a run for it or would they just follow? I definitely don't want to kill a couple of kids, but these ones aren't normal by any means. That one over there was the one running on the ceiling so this one right here should be the one that can push shit. My left arm is starting to hurt having to hold this fucking candle that is fighting to stick to my arm. That's what I get for having been shot I guess. Not to mention every time I move my forearms hurt and my thighs burn. Little fucking bastards.

"I'm only going to say this once. If you come at me again I will hurt you."

The kid who can push jumps, does a front flip, and kicking both his feet at me. I step to the side of it and can hear the blow hit the wall behind me. He hits the ground laying on his back and puts his hands above his head, facing the wall.

What the—

My right foot kicks out from under me and I just stop myself from falling forwards. I feel a tap on my leg and look down my chest and through my lifted-up, right leg. I see the kid behind me slap the wall and I get spun around. My right leg slams into the wall and then my left gets knocked out from under me.

The force of his push is way stronger than before. Dammit, he must be using his hands to push against the wall anchoring himself so he can push harder with his legs and not get thrown back.

I catch myself before my head slams into the ground. Then put my left leg against the wall and lift my right as hard as I can. I feel my pants tear as my right leg rips free from the wall. My left arm gives out as I do and I fall to the floor, rolling to try and get back up to my feet. A blow hits me in the side messing up my roll.

Pushing myself up off the ground I look at the kids on either side of me, "I warned you!"

Time slows.

I lift my body up just enough to get my feet under me and leap towards Pull, who is closest to me. I swing my knife with the candle, it's enough force to make it slide off. I then throw the arm it's pulling on in a wide arch. The candle swings towards Pull, almost hitting him before I feel the force disappear on my arm, and the candle slams into the wall just behind him. As I close in on Pull his body flies to my right and towards his brother. Turning my head while in the air I see Push has his hands and legs pointed in my direction but not at me. He looked as if he was straining himself to lift something. Pull flies straight towards him, sliding across the floor. Finally coming to a stop they both stand up next to each other, I was already up on my feet and heading towards them.

Distance is the last thing I need now; I'll crush them up close. Whatever you call what they are doing, powers, abilities, either way, they aren't too strong. I can still avoid them for the most part but if I take a hit or two it won't kill me.

As I run towards them Pull takes a marble-sized metallic-looking ball out of his pocket. He tosses it to Push who pinches it between his thumb and pointer finger like you would to flip a coin. He then angles it at me and the metal ball shoots towards me. I dodge it by barely moving my head. They do this incredibly fast getting four off while I close the gap on them.

Why do you keep shooting them if you know you can't hit me?

I reach out catching the fourth one to show them that they’re nothing to me. That's when I feel a tug on what I had just caught.

Shit!

I spin around, my left hand with the bead pointed at them, and my right hand reaching out to where I came from. Glancing, I see three metal balls heading towards me, after dislodging themselves from the wall. In one swing of my arm, I catch all of the three beads.

One of the boys shouts, "Bitch fuck! Clip me!"

Now looking back at them I see Push has both hands full of the beads. I bring my arms up and protect my eyes. I feel them slam into my body all at once, the sound of some hitting my knives rings out but all I can hear is my body screaming out in pain. I can feel the wounds on my arms that were healed just enough to stop bleeding, reopen. The intense peak of pain felt like it would last forever with my perception on.

"FUCK!"

I move my arms away from my eyes to see Pull put both of his hands on my stomach.

I warned you!

I stabbed both knives down into his back, just the force alone threw him to the ground. As he fell I noticed my knives, they were both bent. The beads surrounding me all slammed into me once again and made their way to my stomach. None broke the skin but they all hurt, especially on my wounded body. A force slammed into my face, breaking my nose.

Do you think this is enough!

I let go of my knives and reach down, grabbing Pull under his arms and around his chest before he hit the ground. My knee smashes against his head, then I lift his body into the air and throw him against the wall. I leap towards Push now that we stand only a few feet away. He lit me up with kicks to my sides and legs, they were incredibly fast. I could dodge them If I focused solely on that but I had another goal. I reach out with my left hand, going for his throat. He instantly takes off going straight up towards the ceiling.

Perfect.

I grab his foot, which is now at my head level, with both hands. Then use it to whip the rest of his body to the floor. I could feel the force he was using to lift his body smash into mine when he was horizontal in the air.

He's good.

Push had thrown his hands back quickly cushioning his fall with the force, but it didn't stop him from slamming into the ground.

Why is he smiling?

"NOW!"

My stomach, knee, and arms all suddenly get pulled from behind me. The force is so great it takes me off my feet and I drop to the ground and slide across it.

Dammit, I don't have anything to grab!

Eventually, I stop sliding but now the force is pulling me directly into the ground. I start to get up, struggling against the invisible force that was pinning me to the wooden floor. The next thing I know Push lands on my stomach and I lose every ounce of air that was in my lungs.

Pull yells out, "Fire!"

I hear a window break and see a dart flying at me. Reaching out I catch it and smash it on the ground, “You’ll have to do better than that!”

A second later I feel something stick to my leg. Damn, he fired another through the hole in the broken window so I couldn’t hear it.

Push stands on my stomach, "You got'em?"

I hear Pull near my head, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure. He's not that strong really, just fast."

Push steps off me, "No he's not fast, he's slimy."

My strength starts to fade away, as do the pains aching all over my body.

Is this the same shit the agent shot me with?

I hear another voice, "So what did you think?"

"He's not strong, and I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary from him. Other than he's really good."

"No! He's not good."

"He's either good or he's fast bro. Pick one. Even you could barely land a hit on him."

"I hit him...a couple of times. He's just slimy. At the last second, I'd miss."

"He might be able to read minds or see the future, maybe predict things that are going to happen."

"Yes, we thought of those possibilities too. That's why we called you two in to try and corner him in case he could see our shot coming. But watching your fight it seemed like he didn't know what your abilities were. I wonder if he's still trying to hide his true abilities. Interesting, he's still awake somehow. It might be the pain running through his body from all of those injuries."

Push walks up next to my head and looks down at me, giving me a face, "I don't think he's holding anything back. He tried to kill bro; most people don't try to kill us like that. Bet you're glad you wore your Kevlar bro!"

"That doesn't mean it didn't hurt! Besides he got you pretty good too. What happened to 'I'm going to rush in and take care of him all by myself.' You came running down the stairs like a baby!"

"Shut up Pull, I could have taken him!"

"Hahaha!"

My body, is it gone? I can't feel it... I'm tired. So tired, because it's dark.

"Alright you can move in, he's out now. Remember keep him out the whole trip, we don't know the extent of his abilities so no chances."

"Jesus Christ... did they do all that to him?"

"Don't worry about it, most of those injuries he already had."

"Yeah right, there's no way he fought them like that. Push and Pull are worse than I have heard."

"Just get him ready for transport."

"Oh, y.. yes sir!"