"What exactly am I doing?" I ask, following the two through the alley and down the opposite street. They're quite confident, neither of them are looking back to check if I'm following.

"You'll see, you'll see!" Blondie sings after a lighthearted giggle. "Oh, if this works we're gonna—"

Mop Head smacks Blondie over the back of the head. She squeaks in shock, looking up at him with wide eyes that then follow his gaze. Both are now looking back at me, their walk slowing for a moment while Mop Head puts his arm around Blondie's shoulder and pulls her close.

"Keep your trap shut around the kid, got it?"

Blondie nods.

Well, one of them knows not to talk. That's going to be an issue for me.

"Here we are, kiddo," Mop Head announces just a few minutes later when the three of us come to a stop in another alley. I glance about, seeing nothing other than a few shops and run down businesses.

"Where exactly is here?" I inquire, cocking a brow at the two then take a step back when Blondie moves my way. She frowns, steps forward again while I take another back.

"He don't seem to like me much," she giggles.

"Brilliant deduction," I hiss, which earns me a snort from Mop Head and an offended gasp from the girl. I'm honestly shocked and frightened when she suddenly pulls a switchblade from her jacket pocket. What the fuck? Is she fucking insane?!

"What's that supposed to mean?" She growls, pointing it at me challengingly.

"Easy now. You can't expect him to like us, Sugar. Don't worry, he'll make it up to you, right?" Mop Head looks to me with a grin that I don't return. Thankfully though, his words worked because Blondie is grumbling to herself as she puts the blade away, allowing me to take a much needed breath. They're all even crazier than I thought. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

"See that shop over there?" Mop Head points to the convenience store at the end of the street. "Head on over and take the cash out of the register."

"Huh?" I ask, staring at Mop Head in confusion.

"You heard me. Do your little freak show and get us the cash."

"How am I supposed to open the register?"

"The dumbass keeps a key for the damn thing right next to it, thinks no one will fuck with 'er cause she carries."

They must have scoped the place out earlier so I try to think of another excuse.

"Don't you think she will find it a bit odd for the register to just open? Besides, I can't turn what I touch invisible," I lie through my teeth only to immediately regret it.

I shout in shock when something cold and sharp grazes my arm. Jumping back, I find Blondie with her blade out again, a trace amount of blood now drips from it. My arm stings and I look down to find a cut in my jacket as well as one on my arm. It isn't deep but that's because it was a warning.

"Don't you lie to us," she says with a hiss. "We know you can so get your ass over there and bring us the cash."

"But the cashier—"

"Figure it out!" She shoves me with all her might into the opposing wall. I'm shocked she even has the strength to do it but, then again, my body is turning to jello. I'm not sure what I expected but, either way, I wasn't prepared. I'm still not.

Rubbing the back of my now throbbing head, I give them one last glance. Blondie is ready to boil over while Mop Head is leaning leisurely against the wall with a grin. I really can't get out of this. With a shaky breath, I close my eyes and disappear, which earns a squeal from Blondie and an impressed whistle from Mop Head.

"Now don't go thinking about sneaking off. You know what will happen if you do," he says. To make it worse, Blondie swings her blade from side to side in a taunting manner. It sends a shiver down my spine.

Rather than respond, I step out onto the street and head for the convenience store. To say my gut is twisting would be a lie. It's about to fucking explode when the doors open causing the cashier to stare in disbelief since, to her, there's no one there. My mind is reeling, body humming and stomach churning. It's getting hard to breathe but I haven't got a choice. I keep telling myself that in hopes to go through with it.

Following a customer, I wait until they get a little too close to a stand of pop cans before pushing the entire thing over. It all tumbles to the floor in a loud crash, some even exploding on impact. There's a total mess. The customer shouts in shock then quickly apologizes, believing they did it while the cashier runs to help.

I'm ready to vomit when I bolt around the counter, finding the keys right next to the register like Mop Head said, along with a shotgun beneath the fucking counter. My blood runs cold and my fingers shake. The keys are jingling in my hands. I hiss to myself like I think that will keep it quiet. Luckily, no one hears it nor the opening of the register. Seeing the money sitting there, I feel ready to pass out.

I don't want to do this. The next thing they're going to want me to do is probably rob a damn bank! But, when I hear the cashier putting everything back up, I know I don't have the time to think of any this. I grab the cash, shove it in my pocket and run out the door without so much as a glance back.

Blondie and Mop Head are very pleased with the $189 dollars I hand over. So much so that Mop Head slings his arm around my shoulder. He smells of cigarette and week old lunch meat. It takes everything in me not to gag or ask him to take a fucking bath. Actually, I don't think that would work either. He's probably rotting inside.

"Nice work, kiddo. Honestly, we weren't all that sure you'd pull it off!" He smacks me across the cheek with the money. Blondie is smelling hers like the fucking weirdo that she is. "We're all going to make quite the team."

"We're not a team," I growl, biting my lip when Mop Head's grip tightens on my shoulder. Feeling his breath against my face makes my skin crawl but I refuse to turn away, glaring at him with all the hatred I can muster. It causes him to snort.

"Whether you like it or not, you just robbed someone."

"I didn't have a choice."

"Doesn't change a damn thing because, no matter how much you tell yourself that, it won't help you sleep at night."

My gut twists because I know that's true.

"No worries though, that's all we have for you to do today, don't wanna spook ya too much." He shoves me away with an amused cackle. "Head on home, freak! We'll be in touch real soon."

"Real, real soon!" Blondie squeals, the two of them leaving without another word. When the two are finally out of sight, reality hits me.

"Fuck," I groan, pressing my back to the alley wall. My legs give out without my consent, sending me straight to my ass. I proceed to kick my legs like a toddler, too frustrated to do anything else. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

I just robbed someone. The people that I've always fought against are making me do exactly what I stop them from doing. This is what I get for trying to be a hero. I don't know how much of this I can handle.