Tides

Déjà vu

A seven foot tall dark skinned man stood with a gun to my chest. His exspress vivid with pleasure!
Annalie had not yet climbed the rope ladder but knew there was trouble. She could feel it. I acted on instinct. I don't know where this sudden urge to smile came from. It was a sly, evil smile. It confused him. Why was I smiling when I was about to die? What plan did I have?
I closed my eyes and created this scene in my head, then I let my mind take over. In my 'dream' I crushed the gun with my hands. My eyes shot open the cold metal gun still on my chest. The man confused. I moved my hand so fast it was a blur I grapped the gun and crush it with as much force as it would take to snap your fingers. I grinned to myself at my sudden strength.
Still acting on instinct I ran to the back of the man and pulled him down. Annalie shot up.. She was flying Hayden climped the rope and knocked the man out cold.
We all looked at eachother bewildered. After a few second we all laughed. "Should I call the cops to come get this guy?" Hayden asked chuckling as he began dialing 9-1-1. We left befor the cops arived so we wouldn't be questioned and went strait for Hayden's Grandpa