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Chapter 2

He had nearly lost them for a moment, before being led by the screaming and shouting of the same kids nearby. Quint followed it, only to find his sister sitting on a boy whose face she obnoxiously yelled into. The other boy was nearby, terrified and unsure of what he could do for his friend. They were in the middle of the street.

"Why can't you leave us alone? What do you want with us?!" Jamie fiercely yelled into his face, grasping his collar and shaking him constantly. Being pinned down by a heavy girl, the poor kid could literally do nothing but panic.

"Goddamnit, Jamie!" Quint pulled her off.

"Your sister's possessed! Possessed!" The boy accused as he messily stood. As if on cue, the streetlights flickered for a few seconds, Quint noticed. The look of real and absolute fear was in the kid's eyes as he briefly dusted off his red shirt and ran away with his companion.

"I'm not possessed, you stupid jerks!" Jamie yelled at the top of her lungs, ignoring the streetlight malfunction, causing the boys to run even faster.

...That was an interesting use of words, coming from children.

Quint panted, "Maybe don't run off like that again?"

"But those jerks were spying on us!" Jamie pointed after them as she protested.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you assault a kid in the middle of the road!" Quint scolded, pushing her face aside. Jamie slapped his hand away, a little less upset, "...I'm not possessed, am I?"

He looked back at her, knowing that she might not know what the word 'possessed' actually meant. "No, you're not."

"I told you!" She immediately turned to shout at the same boys, who were standing on the other side of the road. They ran back inside their house, now fully gone. Quint sighed, taking the girl's hand and leading her away to the grocery store where they formerly planned to go.

"Jamie, maybe they were watching because they heard the noise and saw the bed trying to kill you," Quint reasoned, "They might've just been worried."

"Worried?" She whined, unsatisfied with the answer, "Why did they make fun of me then?"

"I wouldn't say..." Quint muttered, before shaking his head and replying in normal volume, "Maybe it's because you literally attacked one of them."

Jamie didn't answer, just stared at the ground. Her brother sighed, "Jamie, we'll go back here tomorrow morning and you're gonna apologize to them, okay?"

"Okay..."

"Good girl." He patted her head, which was still topped by Quint's cap.

Along the way, Quint began thinking about the bed incident. The scene replayed in the teenager's head. It was only then he realized how unrealistically the wooden bed toppled over the stairs and onto the ground, it was like someone had saved Jamie's life by simply throwing it off-course. That thought stuck in Quint's head for a bit.

It took about fifteen minutes before they arrived at the grocery store. Quint, compared to first entering the house, was not surprised by the sudden rush of cold pouring over the kids as the sliding doors parted open to welcome them. This place just had an air-conditioning system, that was it.

"Hold this and read it out to me," Quint ordered, giving Jamie the grocery list their mother handed to him. He pulled out a shopping cart from a long line of others parked in the corner.

"Okay..." She narrowed her eyes as she processed the writing, "Two egg cartons... one six-pound chicken... three cartons of milk... a bottle of vegetable oil..."

Jamie continued to read as she followed her brother through the store. He patiently picked out the products he heard her mention and dumped them into the cart. She stopped for a split second, before crossing under Quint's arm and mounting herself at the heel of the cart between the handle and her brother. The siblings did this often, so Quint was unfazed.

"...Five bottles of water, six cans of yogurt, two packs of carrots, two cucumbers..."

Quint continued to push her around, taking products as she read them out loud. It was a very quiet time at the grocery and they finished a good percentage of the grocery list, that was until Quint heard the automatic doors slide open nearby. In the corner of his eye, he saw a suspicious man in grey clothing. His presence was even more alarming when he wore a burglar's mask over his head.

"...Four packs of apples, four packs of oranges--" Jamie was still reading, until Quint covered her mouth. She gave muffled screams in protest, but stopped as soon as she saw the man. He could hear a new voice, the screaming of the cashier. The siblings left the cart there for a moment, sneaking around the shelf walls to watch. It was a typical "Give me all your money!" scenario, but Quint had to admit that he would only cringe if this was a movie.

And this was real. A real burglar, with a real gun, causing a real robbery... to be stopped by a real hero? A hidden one for that matter, the kids ducked as soon as a watermelon collided into the man's head, knocking him out in an instant. Seeing that the criminal was that easily defeated, Jamie sped out of cover to inspect the unconscious man. She kicked him, trying to test if he was faking his state, but no response came.

"I think he's dead!" She called out obliviously. No, he wasn't dead as far as Quint was concerned, just knocked into next week -- and very possibly, jail. He could tell the cashier had figuratively pissed his pants, judging by his expression.

"It... flew out of th-the shelf," The cashier could only stutter. Quint looked at the cracked watermelon that unexpectedly rescued the store inhabitants, its fleshy red insides and seeds spilled out. He was sure someone had thrown it, it didn't just come flying out from display like a golden snitch on the loose.

Even if it seemed like the store was hauntingly empty...

"Eh..." Quint murmured uncertainly, unsure of what to comment on the situation.