It's been almost two weeks since the powers started showing up along with the Psychs and a week since the Virus started to kill people. The Psychs have been killing people as well.

How many people were dead? Thousands? Millions?

Jakob couldn't think about it. The thought of the world getting worse sent his mind in a spiral.

Minutes had passed since he ran from the Nail-Club-Guy and his fellow Psychs that invaded his home. He didn't know exactly where he was going.

Jakob had to be careful now, walking down the street. This was now a highly populated Psych area. That's what it said on the new anyway. Jakob was surprised that the news was still running because all cell phone services were lost on day six. He guessed it was due to a lack of employees to keep everything running or was it automatic and employees who turned into Psychs destroyed everything? Or a freak power accident took place. Not much information was spread around anymore. Jakob feared the soon, TV would be gone too.

Toby's house was not too much farther, only a couple blocks. But Jakob had to be careful. He didn't know when a Psych could pop out, but he had his knife.

And his speed!

The realization hit him and he felt like an idiot. It would take a little while to get used to these newly found abilities. It was like winning the lottery. Once you've got all this money, or in this case, power, you don't know what to do with it once you've got it.

Jakob started running and his surroundings blurred.

He was going incredibly fast. If his new abilities didn't include durability, his skin would have probably been blown off his body from the force of the wind.

Toby's house was just down the street. Jakob was there in seconds.

The door was locked. He ringed the doorbell, hoping that everything was okay with his friend. After a minute of waiting he decided to do something.

He backed away from the door and saw Toby's window was ajar. Jakob tried with all his strength to lift himself up again, attempting to fly, but to no avail. He cursed at himself. He could have sworn he flew earlier. He knew he flew. That was how he got away from the first Psych to ever attack him. Jakob had skidded across the floor in a struggle to get away.

Maybe he wasn't able to do it unless he was in complete and utter danger. He didn't think that was the case. He needed to figure out how to control flight, but for now, he just needed to get inside. Even if his friend was no longer there, maybe there was some food or supplies inside.

He noticed now that he was starving. Not just starving, but famished.

He felt like he hadn't eaten in days even though it had just been a few hours since he ate last. It wasn't much. Just a can of re-fried beans, which Jakob found disgusting, and a hot pocket. Maybe all this running made him burn more calories. Therefore, he needed to eat more calories.

That made Jakob come across a terrifying thought. If the phone services are down, could big food companies be getting shut down as well? This idea wasn't very settling. Food would run out. Everyone would go crazy without even needed the Psych Virus to help them along with it. People would turn crazed all by themselves, by killing for food, or killing people for food.

Jakob tried not to think of things getting that bad. The world would straighten itself out, right? He didn't know the answer to that, but just thinking with the positive attitude gave him hope.

So flying wasn't going to work, but Jakob did remember they had a key to the house hidden within one of those stone key hiders. It was a fake stone that held the spare key to your house. He looked around and there it was, sitting right under a plant, almost hiding away.

He didn't quite know how to open the stone, but he fiddled around with it until the little latch, that was barely noticeable opened.

Jakob grabbed the key out of it's hiding spot and walked back up the steps towards the door.

Unlocking the door only took seconds, but once he eased open the door, it took only moments for Jakob to smell the repulsive stench. He couldn't figure out what it was, but he could only guess it was dead bodies.

His theory was confirmed when he walked towards the kitchen. The smell now totally consumed him and he had to cover his nose with the sleeve of his jacket, shining the flashlight towards the floor, he saw Toby's mother, Darla, and his younger sister, Abigail, lying on the floor, motionless. Their bodies were severely battered and Darla had the bone of her forearm peeking out of her elbow. They had been dead for days, maybe. Flies were hovering around them, enjoying the horrible stench of their rotting corpses. Mostly dried up blood surrounded them, along with puss showing through the gaping holes on where they were stabbed by something. A knife, maybe?

Jakob shuddered at the sight while trying to hold back tears. He had known them for almost all his life and Abby was so young. She always managed to make anyone smile, even when she annoyed him and Toby to no end when she wanted to hang out with them. She was quite taken with her brother.

With his sleeve still concealing his nose, he continued his search through the house.

The only two missing were Toby and Mr. Karls. They were nowhere to be seen, or heard, for that matter.

Crash!

Jakob spun around, his speed helping him, in an attempt to turn faster.

He shined the flashlight out into the backyard when he saw Mr. Karls dragging Toby by the ankle while he was squirming to get away.

"Shit," Jakob bolted towards the back door and crashed right through it, like it was almost nothing. At the speed he was going, it felt like he was just another one of those football players running through their paper banners at the beginning of a play-off game. No glass invaded his skin, it simply fell away as he gained speed.

At first he thought about speeding right into Karls, but that would kill him. This was not a movie.

Jakob dashed past him a few times with unmatchable speed, then stopped right in front of him. Flashlight in hand, he hit Toby's father in the head, knocking him out. He fell to the ground with a thump.

Toby squinted towards Jakob with his hands raised, covering his eyes. "Jakob?"

Jakob turned off the light and offered Toby his hand. Toby accepted and he drew him up off the ground. He let out a groan as he was pulled up. From the little amount of light, Jakob could see that Toby didn't get through this unscathed.

He turned the light on again and motioned it towards Toby's side which was covered in blood.

"Oh God," Jakob removed Toby's arm from his midsection and inspected the wound further. "This is going to need stitches."

"See any doctors around?" Toby snapped. He was bitter, but he had a reason to be, after what happened.

"Toby. . . you're mother and your sister. . ." he tried saying this the best he could. Toby's state was different from how he'd normally seen him. "You're still alive."

Toby nodded. "The damn psychopath had some sort of delusion, some sort of weird world in his mind. He had to keep me alive, he said. It was the only way. I didn't know what he was talking about."

"There are more of them, you know? Your father isn't the only one," That seemed to comfort him a little, even though he probably knew about the Psychs already.

"Just press on that wound tightly, okay?" Jakob told him. "I'll get something to bandage it up."

Jakob went back inside and grabbed a couple shirts that lay on the floor. He grabbed scissors and tore it into some kind of bandage.

Toby was waiting for him by the back door when he was on his way to the yard.

"You sure that'll be enough?" he questioned Jakob.

"I don't know," he replied truthfully. "But it's better than nothing."

Having his friend by his side again made Jakob feel more secure, but he didn't know how much Toby had changed from all that he'd been through. He had to be careful, but he was sure nothing would go wrong with his friend to join him.

They went off into the night, Jakob half carrying Toby, watching out for the dangers that awaited their future.