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“Fuck’s sake.”
Y/N ran a hand over their face as they looked over the orange jumpsuit, unsure of exactly how clean it was. It smelled godawful, and while they wouldn’t be wearing it all day, it sure would feel like it.
Reluctantly, Y/N glanced around the locker room, stripped down to a plain white shirt and a pair of cotton shorts, and then slipped on the orange jumpsuit. They looked at the mirror, giving themselves a quick look over before slipping on their shoes and heading outside to wait with the other offenders on probation.
Surprisingly, all of the offenders were young adults. Y/N only glanced over everyone, not wanting to take names or make friends with any of them. They were there to do their community service and then head right back out to society to try and get a proper job.
Y/N waited with the others for the probation officer to come out of the building, none of them bothering to make any sort of conversation. After what felt like an eon, he finally stepped out, taking a look at each and every one of them, as if he was trying to figure out what was wrong with them.
“This is it,” he began. “This is your chance to do something positive. You can help people. You can really make a difference to people’s lives. That’s what community service is all about.”
Y/N looked over at the other young adults, there were six others. All of them were focused on the probation officer, and Y/N knew that what the probation worker was saying was meaningless to them, in fact, it was meaningless to Y/N too.
“Some people think you’re scum. You have an opportunity to show them they’re wrong,” the worker continues, to which the tall, pale, and curly haired kid decides to respond to.
“Yeah, but what if they’re right? No offense, but I’m thinkin’ some people are just born criminals,” the guy states, jabbing a finger over at the kid with a cap standing beside him.
“You lookin’ to get stabbed?” The cap wearing kid responded.
“See my point there?”
This made Y/N chuckle, making a fist and hold it over their mouth. The black girl standing beside Y/N picked up her phone, taking a call as the probation officer started speaking again.
“Doesn’t matter what you’ve done in the past,” he says, but pauses to turn towards the black girl. “Hey.”
The girl continues to speak on the phone.
“Excuse me. Hello? I’m still talking here.”
The girl looks annoyed at this point. “Well I thought you were done talking.”
A few mere minutes later, Y/N found themselves alone, painting a green bench over with white paint. Since there were seven of them, each got to paired up with another person, except for Y/N.
“Man, there’s paint on my cap! This is bullshit!” The cap wearing kid shouts, grabbing the attention of the others before storming off, kicking a bucket of white paint into the water as he walked back to the community center.
Y/N sighed, picking up their paint bucket and walking to the bench that the cap wearing kid was sharing with the weird one. Y/N knew it wasn’t right to think of him like that, but they didn’t know any names, so that was the only resort.
Another shout came from the kid in the distance, clearly pissed about his hat.
“The hell is his problem?” Y/N stated before beginning to paint the bench. The weird kid refused to make conversation, yet the other pairs seemed to have no trouble talking to each other.
“What did you do?” Y/N asked, yet the kid didn’t respond.
“What about you weird kid? Don’t take this the wrong way but you look like a panty sniffer,” the curly haired boy rephrased the question that Y/N had just asked, just with a ruder comment added, yet it somehow made Y/N laugh again.
“I’m not a panty sniffer,” the weird kid responded. “I’m not a pervert.”
The curly haired boy started grunting and making weird faces, dicking around with the weird kid. He moved his hand up and down right above his crotch, mimicking jacking off. Y/N couldn’t help but watch, amused.
“I tried to burn someone’s house down!” Weird kid let out.
Curly boy made a soft noise before dropping his hand away from his crotch. He then turned to face Y/N completely.
“What about you, kid who looks normal-ish?”
“Stealin’,” Y/N responded. Curly boy was somewhat disappointed by that answer.
“Stealin’? What were you stealin’?”
“Hearing aides. I’ve got tennitis,” Y/N explained.
“What’d you do?” The other girl asked.
“Me?” Curly boy turned. “I was done for eatin’ Pick’N’Mix.”
“Bollocks.”
“What’s going on with this weather?”
“How’d that happen?” The probation worker’s voice interjected, pointing towards the bucket of paint in the water. “I mean, you’ve been here five minutes. It’s painting benches. How’d you screw that up? ‘Cause I’ve got no idea.”
As the worker finished his sentence, a large crash sounded from behind him as a large ball of what appeared to be ice crashed on the hood of a car.
A slew of reactions came around as another ball of ice crashed into the water, sending water up and completely covering Y/N’s back. They gasped, covering their head and rushing forward. More balls of ice fell and without warning everyone began to run back to the community center.
The probation worker rushed for his keys, Everyone yelling at him to hurry up.
“For fuck’s sake, hurry!” Y/N shouted. As they did so, a bolt of lightning came down, hitting them. They were flung backwards and onto the concrete. The normal ringing in Y/N’s ears were magnified by a thousand, almost turning their brains into mush before ultimately silencing completely.
Y/N soon sat up, holding their head, which was throbbing in pain. They couldn’t pay attention to the voices of the others, only to every seething inch of pain throughout their body.
~
Returning home to a loud flat, Y/N rubbed their eyes. Everything seemed to be clearer, their sight, the way things felt, even their hearing. There was no more ringing. No effects of tinnitus.
Y/N’s roommate David seemed to want to change that. It was only six in the afternoon and he was as high as a kite, stumbling over everything and blasting psychedelic music. Y/N knew they would be getting a noise complaint soon enough.
“David, I swear to god, can you go back to your room?” Y/N asked, setting down their bag.
“It’s my flat too, asshole, I can do what I want.”
“You’re the one paying me rent! The flat is rented under my name! It’s not yours,” Y/N reminded him. “You’re not even here most of the time.”
David rolled his eyes. “You do know you really need me here,” he said, lazily poking a finger into Y/N’s chest. “I’m not the one who’s on probation. I’m actually hirable and I’m giving you the money you live off of,” he slurred, making Y/N scoff.
“I can do just fine without renting out to you!” Y/N’s voice has raised by a considerable amount. “I’m actually selling my work now, and I don’t need you here.”
“‘Course you do! I mean, without me, you wouldn’t be having any fun!”
“This isn’t fun, David!” Y/N yelled. “Get the fuck out of my apartment. Get your shit and go to your girlfriend’s.”
David pouted. “C’mon, Y/N-“
“I said get the fuck out!”
With that, David left, grabbing his few items and leaving, flipping Y/N off as he left their apartment.
Y/N was frustrated, tears briming for no reason at all. Their chest was heavy. Everything felt clearer, but it also hurt so much worse.
Unhappy with the outcomes of the day, Y/N went to bed, hoping to ignore the thunderstorm that had begun brewing at the start of the argument.
~
Most of the day after felt like a blur. At some point, Y/N found themselves layed out on the couch, hand under their head, listening to the clear back and forth nonsense between everyone.
‘Dickheads,’ Y/N thought. ‘All of them.’ Y/N peaked an eye at the curly haired boy again. They had come to learn that his name was Nathan. The black girl’s name was Alisha, the black boy was Curtis, and other girl was Kelly and then the weird kid was Simon.
Y/N looked at Nathan, who of which was busy dicking around in a wheelchair.
‘He is pretty cute. It’s too bad he’s out of my league,’ They thought, returning to staring at the ceiling.
Kelly burst into the room through the doors, startling Y/N and making them fall off of their seat.
“Jesus fuck Kelly! What the hell are you doing?” Y/N yelled from the floor, slowly sitting up because of the pain. Everything seemed to hurt far worse.
“The probation worker! He wants to kill us!” She yelled. “He’s gone mental, he just attacked me!”
“Does he now?” Nathan asked.
“Yes! I’m serious! I can hear what he’s thinkin’! He called us ASBO scum!”
“Alright, if you can hear thoughts, what am I thinkin’ right now?”
“That this is bullshit!”
“Because it is!”
“Why’re you in a wheelchair?”
“It’s the storm. The strange tingling feeling in my anus has spread to my legs.”
Kelly stomped her foot before kicking one of Nathan’s. Y/N was curious.
“Read my mind then,” Y/N stated.
“Y/N, c’mon, you know it’s bullshit,” Nathan said, turning his wheelchair.
Kelly stepped towards Y/N. “You’re thinkin’ about Nathan.”
“Fuckin’ hell, ‘Course they are. Have you seen me? I’m a god, baby.”
Y/N’s faced burned hot, embarrassment spreading through their whole body.
“She’s telling the truth,” Simon said. It may have been the first thing he said throughout that entire day. “I can turn invisible.”
Nathan tolled his eyes. “Alright then. Do it for us.”
Simon closed his eyes and began making a grunting noise, his held tilted up in concentration.
“Look, he’s turned invisable!” Nathan said sarcastically, making Simon’s eyes widen in surprise. Nathan then threw up his empty can, hitting Simon square in the face.
“You looked constapated, mate,” Y/N said, pulling their legs to their chest.
“Look, I’m gonna open the door, and you’ll see it’s bullshit,” Nathan said, standing up, but Curtis yelled.
“She’s telling the truth! This already happened once! I opened the door and he came in and he... he killed you!” He said, pointing at Kelly. “Then he shoved that pipe through Y/N’s skull and then he came for me!”
Y/N swallowed. “Thanks for sparing all the gory details.”
Nathan looked over to Y/N, shrugged and slightly opened the door before slamming it shut again. He locked it, his back flat against it and panicked.
“Shit! You were right!”
“See? You need to listen to me.”
Y/N stood up, backing away from the door, following the others as they began to run, all except for Nathan slipping as they passed the locker room.
“What the hell are - oh my god!” Y/N covered their mouth at the sight of the blood, it’s fresh scent making them want to puke.
“Get it off, get it off, get it off!” Nathan screamed, wiping his hands against his orange jumpsuit.
There was a pool of blood seeping from one of the lockers. Everyone shared the same wary glance before Curtis stepped forward and opened it. Inside was the kid with the cap - Gary, as Y/N remembered.
The sight was beyond horrible. He was covered in blood and nasty to look at, but his body had yet to decompose. It was fresh. He must have been killed the night before.
In a state of shock, Curtis held onto Alisha’s wrist, but something happened. He began to grip onto her tightly.
“I want to shag you so bad!” He said in a low, rough voice, Alisha desperately pulling her hand away.
“Get away from me!” She cried out.
Curtis stepped back. “What the hell just happened?”
“You wanted to shag her really fuckin’ bad, mate,” Y/N stated.
Alisha looked around, stepped towards Simon and placed her hand on his neck. His head twitched a little bit before he stared at her, deep into her eyes.
“I’m so hard for you, I wanna tip your clothes off and piss on your tits!” He growled out, making Alisha rip in her away in terror.
“You sick bastard,” Nathan stated.
Suddenly, without warning, the probation worker busted through the door beside the lockers, breaking through the glass and down onto the floor. Y/N jumped away, grabbing onto whoever was closest and pulling them back, who happened to be Curtis. Kelly grabbed a paint can and hit the probation worker over the head.
“What did you do?” Nathan asked in a soft, quiet voice. It was the quietest Y/N had ever heard him.
“Is he dead?” Alisha asked.
“Uh, I’m no doctor, but do you see the way the back of his head it caved in?”
A loud heart beat could be heard, seemingly only by Y/N.
“He’s not dead,” Y/N whispered.
“What?” Kelly turned her head.
“He’s not dead!” Y/N shouted as the probation worker shot back up, reaching out for whoever was closest. Kelly then grabbed the weapon the worker had brought in began to beat him again, Y/N turning their head away. They couldn’t stand the sight of blood like that.
A few good wacks later all was silent again, and Y/N turned back to face the others. They were splattered with blood. Y/N looked down at themselves. Blood covered them in splatters like a Pollock painting.
They gulped upon seeing a clump of grey matter on their shoes.
Nathan looked over to Y/N then down to where they were staring. “Is that a bit of brain?”
Y/N nodded. “We killed our probation worker.”
“He was gonna kill us!” Kelly stated.
“It was self defense. They’ll let us off easy,” Simon stated.
Y/N felt sick. “We killed our probation worker.”
“They’re never gonna listen to us. We’re a bunch of young offenders. Especially you,” Nathan said, pointing at Curtis. “You’re black and you got a profile. Your career is ruined.”
Y/N found themselves backed up against the wall. “We killed our probation worker.”
“Yeah, Y/N, we know!” Alisha said with her arms crossed. Nathan glanced at Y/N again, who of which was now breathing heavily and filled with pure fear. They were now sitting on the ground, almost in a guilty blown panick attack.
He rushed towards them kneeling down. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s gonna be alright. We’re gonna fix this.”
“No, it’s not! We killed our fucking probation worker! This isn’t okay!”
“Calm down, Y/N, stop yelling. It’s gonna be fine. We’re gonna figure this out.”
“We killed our probation worker and his brains are on my shoes,” Y/N was on the verge of crying.
“We’re gonna clean that up, yeah?”
“If there’s no bodies, here’s no crime. We have to bury the bodies,” Simon interjected. “Under the flyover.”
Nathan looked at him then back to Y/N, as if he was asking if he could talk to Simon. Y/N nodded and Nathan stood up.
“How’re we gonna do that?” Alisha asked.
“We give them a little,” Nathan started, walking around the bodies, moving his hand like it was a mop while whistling. “We’ll stick ‘em in the wheelchairs and roll them down, and if anyone asks we’re just a couple of young offenders taking a couple of specials for a walk in the sunshine.”
~
Dumping the bodies proved to be harder then necessary for Y/N, because while the bodies had been cleaned up, the trauma that remained still plagued them.
They could only watch and wait while Nathan and Kelly dumped the bodies into the hole that they had dug. Everyone looked at each other once again in silence. Y/N and Nathan locked eyes for a moment.
“You know, I’m pretty sure this breaches the terms of my ASBO.”
“You think?” Y/N stated before looking back to the bodies.
“We don’t tell anyone about this, yeah?” Kelly started. “About the storm, about this, we can’t let anyone know.”
“We’re about to bury our probation worker, we don’t need to be drawing any more attention to ourselves,” Nathan gave the follow up.
The rest blurred in Y/N’s mind as everyone gave their reasons why they shouldn’t talk about what happened.
“Y/N? What about you?” Kelly asked, making Y/N look up as they grabbed a shovel.
“I-“ They cut themselves off, trying to think of what to say. They put the shovel back into the ground, holding onto the handle. “You know how I said I had tennitis?”
“What the hell has that got to do with anythin’?”
“It’s gone. I don’t have that constant ringing. And my vision is better- and my nerves are more aware. It’s like my senses have been heightened,” they explained. “I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I don’t need these deaths on me. I can’t.”
With that, everyone grabbed their shovels and began to dig into the piles of earth that layed on either side of the hole.
Y/N glanced over as Kelly gave a disgusted look at Nathan.
‘If she knows what people are thinking, then she knows I like Nathan,’ Y/N thought, as Kelly turned to Y/N almost as equally disgusted. ‘Shit, she heard that. Sorry.’
“You two are weird,” Kelly stated, making Y/N’s face burn with embarrassment. What had Nathan been thinking about?
“Hold on,” Nathan started, grabbing everyone’s attention. “All of you have some sort of ‘special power’ except me. He can someth- he can do somethin’ and I can’t. That’s ridiculous! Look at ‘em!”
“We don’t know if Y/N’ got anything yet,” Simon spoke up.
“Didn’t you hear? Their senses are heightened like some Spider-Man bullshit!”
“You think it’s fun?” Y/N stated. “I can hear everything around me! I can smell those bodies a million times more then you guys and it’s godawful. I want to fucking throw up.”
Nathan planted his hands on his hips. “If everything’s heightened, you must have some killer orgasms then.”
Y/N rolled their eyes. “You’re a twat.”