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Elle Miller




Elle caught the last two seconds of Titus MacArthur’s stare as she lowered her cup, and she almost choked as she swallowed the jungle juice. She looked away from the pong table to clear her throat and wipe her mouth with her sleeve. What the hell was that about? She adjusted herself on the leather couch, looking back at the game just in time to see the pong ball smash right into Mateo’s fleshy thigh. Elle held back a laugh but her mouth was twisted in a grin. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand and giggled into it. If Ramos saw her laughing she’d make his shit-list for sure, but damn it was funny.

The couple next to her were getting up. Elle figured the pong-mess wasn’t setting the mood for them. Good riddance. She was just recovering from the fit of giggles when she noticed that Titus was headed her way once more. She cleared her throat again and took a sip of jungle juice before he spoke her name. Elle looked up at him, the party lights blocked out by his figure, and she was at a loss for words for a half second because she felt extremely small again. She blinked. Fuck, Elle, don’t let him know that you feel that way. Say something.

“Yeah, go ahead and get comfy.” She said as she leaned back against the couch once more. “This couch could fit half of the town on it.” She gave him a polite smile and returned to party-watching like she was before. She caught Henry’s eyes and realized he’d been watching the whole time. While she dared Titus to try and be an asshole to her, it felt comforting to have someone nearby she knew well. Plus, Henry was the perfect 1v1 opponent to Titus. Not that she was worried about it, or wanted them to tussle after fighting a golem together.

Titus took his spot next to her. While he was a respectful distance away, the depression his weight created in the couch made her think that she’d have fallen right into him if he’d sat any closer. She felt herself leaning as he got comfortable, but she casually saved herself by resting her hand next to her as support. Of all the Chad parties Elle had been to, she’d never found herself in close proximity to Titus as she was now.

She was thinking of talking to him about the golem, but she noticed that no one was taking Henry’s challenge. Elle grinned and began to get up from the couch. She looked over at Titus as she stood. She was just a bit taller than his eye level now. It felt good to look at him and not feel like a shrimp. “I’m gonna take on Henry’s challenge,” she said to politely excuse herself and avoid making it look like she was getting up because of him. “It was cool that you helped him with the rocky horror show, though.”

That said, Elle turned and walked to the empty side of the pong table. She picked a pong out of the cup of water and shook off the excess moisture beside her. Across the table, she looked up to meet Henry’s eyes. Something about his height wasn’t as intimidating as Titus’s, which was odd considering he was two feet taller than MacArthur. That had to be because he was Helen’s cousin.

“Miss a cup, you take a sip.” She had to half-shout over the music. She took a step back, raised the ball, and flicked it over the table. It bounced off the edge of a cup and onto the ground. Elle shrugged and grinned before taking a sip of her juice. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Olin.”

Elle Miller




The weekend had gone by faster than Elle wanted. It was great to have the house to herself. It almost felt like it was her own place. She didn’t have to tiptoe around her stepfather or ignore the smell of vodka and wine that her mother left behind as she passed through rooms. It was quiet without the everlasting chatter of a TV coming from the living room. Elle spent most of Saturday on the couch reading instead of out boarding like she usually would. She enjoyed having peace in the house for the first time in a while. It was nice to relax in the house. Especially after such a chaotic evening downtown.

She hadn’t heard from Helen or Willow since. For a brief moment Elle had considered reaching out to them, but she never sent the texts. She was sure that their parents were worried sick after Friday’s events. Her mom probably had no idea it had happened, but she would know the moment they returned from their trip. Downtown was still a wreck. Most businesses were closed Saturday for good measure. It seemed like the town was on edge since then. The rock monster was seemingly defeated, but there was no one to blame for its creation. There were no leads, either.

The ASA had set up a temporary post on Main Street near Mooncash. The golem’s body had been removed during cleanup. Elle assumed that they were running tests on it in that tent. There were probably monitors set up, relaying footage of the attack over and over again like some little detail they may have missed would reveal itself after the hundredth time watching it. Elle had the news on in the background as she read. It was muted for her peace of mind, but Elle always noticed when what little footage the news station had gotten their hands on played on the screen and had to look up from her book to watch it again. She’d seen the clips a hundred times like the ASA agents, she guessed. Nothing revealed itself yet.

On Sunday she was curled up on the couch with her book again. She’d woken early in the morning at daybreak with little chance of sleeping in for longer. It was when the sun had reached the highest point in the sky that Elle grew tired of seeing the same clips play over and over, the same story being written in the captions repeatedly, and she decided to get out of the house. She was gliding on her board down the streets on autopilot when she suddenly realized her feet had taken her right towards Main Street. She rolled down the quiet street and surveyed the cracks in the cement where the golem terrorized the town. Mooncash had a tarp covering the front window. The pole was already removed, she noted.

Elle spent the afternoon at the park. It was unusually quiet for a Sunday. She assumed most of the citizens stayed home for their safety. Either that, or most of their cars had been totaled in the attack. She couldn’t say. If she did see anyone out and about, she watched them as they strolled by. It wasn’t like she was on edge, just… a bit more cautious about her surroundings now. With the ASA on high alert, she didn’t expect another attack to happen any time soon.

The sun was setting on the quiet town as Elle boarded towards home. It was getting darker earlier each day, she noticed, as it does every year when the cold winter months began to creep into town. The cold wouldn’t stop her from boarding. It just meant that she’d be colder really. Otherwise she’d spend more time reading in her room or the library. Mooncash wasn’t an option anymore, unfortunately. As the memories of Friday evening began to return, Elle decided she wasn’t in the mood for them. So she kicked off of the ground hard and spent the next few minutes focused on her route home instead of those unpleasant thoughts.




An hour or so later, Elle stood in front of her mirror snacking on a leftover pizza crust. She looked over her outfit. She wasn’t sure what state of mind she’d leave the party in, and she sure as hell didn’t trust anyone to drive her home. So she was dressed in layers for the walk across town. Her socks were pulled up past her ankles with biker shorts underneath her plain baggy jeans. The long sleeve graphic tee she wore under a dark green hoodie had been cropped for the purpose of showing off her frame, and the hoodie had an upside down smiley face on it in yellow. She finished off the look with a pair of black vans as she popped the last piece of crust into her mouth. She pulled on a black beanie, gave one longing look at her skateboard, and then headed out for the night. She’d learned not to board home under the influence the hard way.

Elle could hear the party from outside as she approached Chad the Lad’s modern castle of a home. She stopped to catch her breath after walking up the hill. She could appreciate the view from up here, but why did it have to be so damn high up? She huffed and glared at the large house, before sluggishly making her way inside. As she stepped through the door Elle turned invisible. The students in the foyer that knew of her didn’t flinch when the door seemed to open on its own, but the students that didn’t instantly had a laugh. Elle didn’t say anything to explain it. She just continued into the house in peace.

Not even a minute into the house and Elle had to carefully avoid a guy stumbling past to get to the bathroom. Poor guy looked like he’d had too much to drink already. Speaking of drinks, Elle headed directly into the kitchen to grab one. In the kitchen, a cup was lifted off a stack on it’s own. It was then stuck under the cooler of jungle juice and filled a third of the way. A few pieces of ice dropped inside on their own, and Elle’s drink was made. It then vanished with her as she headed towards the main room. She spotted an open place on Chad’s massive white leather couch and took it. It was really only a two person gap, but she was small enough to feel comfortable right in the middle of that space. As she plopped herself down, she re-materialized, and the two groups on either side of her looked her way as she took her first sip of juice. She swallowed and leaned back, offering only a “sup” to those who had bothered to look her way. Both groups turned back around to continue their conversations, and Elle kept drinking. At the beer pong table before her, she wasn’t shocked to see Mateo Ramos’s boxers. She turned her head towards the balcony to avoid seeing any more of him. It was tempting to join the smokers and spend her night looking out over Leesburgh, but was that how she wanted this party to go?

Before she could decide, she felt a light thump against her ankle. She turned her head to see that a stray ping pong had landed right at her feet. She leaned down to pick it up, and when she looked up to return it Titus MacArther’s large frame was blocking the party lights from her eyes as he drew close. Elle instantly felt like she was in the presence of giants, but she wasn’t going to let him know that.

She would have to stand on the couch just to comfortably put the ball in his hand, but she didn’t want Chad to see her putting her vans on daddy’s couch. In an effort to meet him halfway, Elle tossed the ball to him before she’d have to stand and look like an infant in front of him.

Titus caught the ball with ease, and perhaps the alcohol had softened his spells of cruelty because he actually gave her a smile and thanked her for tossing it back. Elle nodded and said “No biggie,” before taking another gulp of jungle juice. She glanced at Titus as Mateo taunted him into throwing the pong faster and thought about how he’d come to help Henry with the golem. Something about him seemed lighter, maybe more confident in the way he stood. Good for him, she thought. Maybe taking on a golem was what he needed.

Elle Miller




Elle had only entered this shop once in her life. She quickly realized that she had no idea where the speaker controls would be. With a huff, Elle appeared standing behind the cashier’s stand. The fight outside was muffled, overwhelmed by the blasting stereos on the street. Where Elle stood it sounded like she was standing in the backyard at a house party.

She searched the shelves on the stand but found nothing. For a brief moment she wondered if there even were speakers in the store. So much for being of help. Determined not to give up so easily, Elle pressed her lips together and turned towards the back rooms to search for the office. The back room was cluttered with boxes. Elle stepped around until she reached a door and pushed it open. “Bingo.” Elle grinned. She stepped inside and took a seat in the office’s roller chair. The stereo was easy to turn on, and soon she could hear the shop’s speakers come to life. “Yes!”

Elle kicked off the edge of the desk with her sneaker and let the chair spin around to face the door. She hopped out of the chair and jogged past all of the strewn boxes and into the front. With a brief moment of joy Elle raised her board into the air and nodded her head to the beat of the music. The music was loud. She couldn’t hear anything outside anymore. In fact, she had no idea that the ASA showed until she saw an agent dressed in black appear outside of the shop, their Lead Iodide rifles raised in the direction of the rock that tore up the street.

She froze in place, and then slowly lowered her board to hang next to her. It seemed like help had arrived. Unfortunate for the rock, but Elle wasn’t happy about it either. So to avoid getting into trouble for simply being at the scene, Elle disappeared again. This time she headed for the back exit. The door was already thrown open. The civilians inside the store at the time of the attack must have ran out this way. Elle slipped outside and snuck towards the main street. ”AND SOMEBODY PLEASE TURN OFF THAT RACKET I'M GETTING A HEADACHE." An agent nearby, whom Elle realized was Agent Hopkins, was shouting into the megaphone as she came closer to the street.

Whoops. Elle thought to herself with a smirk. She’d forgotten to turn off the speakers to the shop on her way out. The scene was beginning to calm as agents started turning off the radios in the cars. Elle stayed where she was, still hidden from sight. Her eyes were searching the street. Where was Helen and Willow? She caught sight of Evelyn talking to Agent Hop. The stone head of the golem laid behind her, and Elle looked over to see the statue standing by Titus and Henry. What a wonderful addition to the street. She was glad to see that Henry was okay. Titus too. They must be spent after keeping that thing occupied.

It was then that she turned her head back to Mooncash. It looked like a scene out of a movie. She saw Helen emerge with an injured kid and snuck past the agents to go to her. Elle moved onto the other side of the boy and took his arm. She slung it over her shoulder as she reappeared beside him. “Here to help.” Elle murmured, giving the boy a small smile before she looked over at Helen. “Hey, where did Willow go?

Elle Miller




From where Elle was standing within the wrecked cafe, the fight outside between Henry and the golem was a flurry of concrete and metal. The radios blasting trashy bass, the groans of the golem, and the sound of the monster’s destruction created a dissonance harsh enough to make Elle’s ears ring. Elle visibly shrank into her shoulders. She had to turn her eyes away from the chaos and squint just to give her six senses a break.

Those outside fighting this thing were brave. They were actually holding their own. Elle wasn’t even sure who was outside, but she knew Henry was there. That was enough to give the town some hope in keeping this monster from wrecking their shit. There had to be others, of course. Who had the idea to turn the radio on? Who was fast enough to get between so many cars without getting caught in the shrapnel of sidewalk and aluminum?

As Elle caught sight of the civilians leaving out of the backdoor, she could also see that Helen and Willow still remained. Her hand was still stretched outwards. Right… She’d asked Helen if there was any chance they could help Henry and whoever else was out there. So, was there?

Then Helen took her hand.

Elle stared at her friend for a few moments. Her ears had stopped ringing by now. Some of the radios outside had been smashed to bits. It must have been enough to piss off the golem and distract it. At least whoever outside figured out a weakness already. If they couldn’t figure out something to help Henry with their abilities alone, they could always continue to distract the monster with the power of shitty beats.

Elle took a deep breath and nodded. “Yea, let’s see what we can do.” That said, Elle moved over to the leftover frame of Mooncash’s window to get another look at the fight outside.

“Holy shit, that’s Titus!” Even the giant football player had come to tussle with the Rock Monster. Elle looked at Helen with a confident spark in her eyes and a mischievous grin. “Henry and Titus will keep that thing busy. Let’s see if anyone else needs help to get out of here.”

Elle looked over at Willow, who looked like she was lost. Elle lost the grin, but she didn’t lose her confidence in her friends. “Hey, Willow! Snap out of it, okay? You can phase through anything. There’s no way you’re going to get hurt here.” Elle suddenly paused, as if she realized she might be a little too harsh on her friend. “Uh… I mean, if you want to go home that’s totally okay. I don’t blame you. We might have these powers but it’s not like we’ve been trained to use them in any way. Especially against something like… like that.” Elle looked back out at the street and noticed that at some point a fire had been lit at the base of the golem. She sighed and shook her head, then turned back to Willow. “I think that if you stayed you could look for other people that might be trapped. Or… or you and Helen could start as many radios as possible like the others did outside. Maybe go for the speakers in the shops near it, since someone has hit up all of the cars close to the rock. It seems like the monster can’t keep it together if there’s enough vibration. You just have to phase into the shops and stick around long enough to turn up the volume.”

Elle pressed her lips together and thought for a second before speaking again. “I also… I want to know if anyone is controlling this thing. It looks like it formed from underground, so it’s either a mutant that can become like the earth, or a mutant is nearby in contact with the ground to control it. If that’s the case, they can’t be far.” She looked at Helen and shrugged her shoulders. “That’s just my theory really, so if you see anything that could give the mutant’s actual ability away, call out my name and I’ll come find you.”

Elle gripped her board and stood as tall as she could. “Anyways, I feel like I’ve done too much talking. I have to do something to help, so I’m going to turn on as many radios in the shops as I can without getting caught up in the actual fight. Willow, if you could get Helen and yourself into the shops closest to it and get their music going that would be great.” She looked at each of them. “Whatever you do, don’t get hurt, okay? Be careful and let me know if you need help.” Elle began to back towards the door. “I’ll meet you in the shop closest to the golem so we can all get out of here together. You won’t see me, but I’ll be nearby. ”

With a grin that looked stupidly confident, Elle literally disappeared as she passed over the threshold and onto the street. Her board disappeared with her. She did want to stick around and hear what the girls' plans were, but the tense ball of nerves in her stomach was too tight to see if either of them decided that she was absolutely nuts. They would have been 100% right of course, but Elle didn’t want to hear that. She needed to do as much as possible to help, otherwise she would have stayed in that cafe and watched tensely from the sidelines. Which she was just now realizing wasn’t her style.

Elle moved out into the middle of the street to get her first full view of the fight. Titus and Henry were right next to the golem. Both were holding up an enormous boulder of a fist. It was an astonishing sight, but Elle was soon distracted as she noticed the other players on the field. The first one she noticed was the christian boy from Lee High. Chris Christian, unironically, was his name. Was he the source of the fire? She assumed so. Then, along the sidewalk she could see Dexter Quinto. The attempt to distract the rock monster was making more and more sense, now. Most of the cars nearby were already on, thanks to Mr. Speed. He looked like he needed a breather, but Elle was impressed. So impressed that when she saw none other than Evelyn Noblezada climbing over a pile of cars close to the monster, her jaw only dropped half an inch in shock. How did she end up in this mess?



At least there’s a lucky charm nearby. Elle thought bitterly. Still, she wondered if the girl needed help getting out of the golem’s path of destruction. Elle bit her lip, glancing between her preppy schoolmate and the nearest shop that hadn’t been wrecked. Dexter was close to the shop, so Elle decided that he could help Evelyn out a lot faster than she ever could.

Elle began to worm her way between the cars on the street between her and the other side of the road. She had to grit her teeth to bear the noise from their speakers as she passed through the rock-monster’s least favorite concierto. Once her sneakers touched the concrete of the sidewalk, she turned and ran directly towards Dexter Quinto. If she had ever directly spoken to him it had been at one of Rad Chad’s parties. The guy moved too fast in the halls and on the streets for her to have ever had any contact until now. That was going to change quickly, as Elle slowed her speed. Hopefully he’d hear her footsteps as she neared him.

“I think Mrs. Perfect needs some help out there.” She muttered softly so her sudden voice didn’t freak him out. “The radios were a great idea, by the way. I’m going after the speakers in the shops near that thing. Wanna get the ones across the street after you help her?” Elle had slowed her pace enough to get her message to him, but she didn’t stop. There wasn’t time to chat and she didn’t really have anything else to say, so she continued towards the closest shop to them. If Dexter had followed the sound of her footsteps, he would see a shop door open and close by itself as Elle quickly ran inside to search for the controls to the music.

Elle Miller




Another loud collision on the street broke the silence in the cafe. The thought of another destroyed building caused Elle to flinch where she stood before a counter that was now covered in a crusty layer of ceiling tile and coffee. She had to take a deep breath to calm her racing heart, and soon clenched her fists as she gathered the gusto to take action again. Then she heard Helen’s voice, and soon after she heard Willow’s.

Elle sighed in relief. With her friends’ safety confirmed, Elle felt most of her worries vanish. Willow emerged from behind the counter without a scratch on her, as Elle would suspect, but she pressed her lips together as she noticed Helen wasn’t right after her. She watched Willow immediately tend to a man that remained in the shop. It was noble of her to directly help any injured, and it must have meant that Helen was okay, but Elle couldn’t just help strangers until she knew her friend was good to go. Plus… the way Helen’s voice sounded… it didn’t seem that she was 100%.

Elle set her board down on the counter before her, placed both palms onto its surface, and hoisted herself up and over with all of her might. The damn counter came up to her chest, but she had plenty of practice climbing onto counters to reach high shelves. Willow had made this look easy. Thankfully Elle was stronger than her ghostly friend. Her feet thumped onto the other side of the counter a second later. Helen was visibly unharmed, but it looked like she was still in shock. Elle didn’t blame her for feeling this way. She couldn’t imagine what it looked like to see a light pole flying directly towards her, and that is exactly what Helen just experienced.

“I’ll tell you what you gotta do next guys, and that’s to get the hell out of here.” Elle said unceremoniously, but it was easy to see her relief by the way she pushed the hair out of her face and smiled down at her friend. Then another cacophony of noise that sounded like a boom box and a rock concerto coming from the street reminded her of the situation outside. “Henry’s fighting the rock monster that did this. I… I think he needs help, but I’m not sure what we can do.” She then grabbed her board and held it to her side, and reached out a hand towards Helen. “Do you think there's anything we can do to help Henry? I don't want to leave your favorite cousin hanging.”

Elle Miller




think there’s an earthquake coming, stay out of the buildings!”

Henry’s shout began as background noise from down the street, but as Elle comprehended his words it suddenly became the loudest sound she could hear. Earthquake? Elle thought to herself as she turned to squint in Henry’s direction. In Pennsylvania? As impossible as it seemed, she knew Henry wasn’t the type of boy to cry wolf unless there really was one. Uneasily, Elle reached to grab her board and held it close to her as she watched the crowd shrug it off or curiously inspect the ground in front of Saturdays.

If there was an earthquake, was it okay to skateboard to avoid any falling debris? Was she okay where she was standing? Mooncash was most likely the newest building on this street, so it wouldn’t be damaged, right? Still, Elle took one step away from the windows and closer to the street. She glanced back at Willow to see if she’d noticed, but then turned her head to watch Henry. If there was anyone Elle would run towards if there was danger, Henry was the safest bet.

Just as Elle was beginning to think the earthquake was either too faint to feel or not going to happen at all, the rumbling began. The only startling aspect of this “earthquake” was that several wimps along the street were screaming. It honestly wasn’t that bad, even if it was Elle’s first earthquake. ”Well, that was eventful.” She muttered. She took a step towards the street to go talk to Henry about it when it seemed that the people closest to him began to back away in fear. Elle’s brows furrowed with confusion as she could only watch from where she stood. “What’s all the fuss abou-]” Her question was cut short by a hair-raising metallic noise coming from Saturday’s sidewalk.. Elle felt goosebumps climb up her arms and to her neck and then send a shiver down her spine just before the sidewalk where Henry stood burst open.

Bits of cement went flying, cars collided in a flurry of crunches and horns blaring, and Elle was shell-shocked into standing still. Her instincts kicked in after a few seconds, but all she could do to avoid getting cement plastic surgery was to hide her head behind her board. Elle regained control of her legs just enough to fall back onto her rear and move back towards Mooncash. She heard glass shatter down the street and flinched. The grinding noise from beneath continued but the last bit of debris fell to dent the roof of a parked car about ten feet away from her..

Slowly Elle lowered her board to peer into the dusty air. She looked down at herself to assess any damage. Two knuckles on her right hand were bloody where a chunk had hit her board, but she was otherwise unhurt. She patted her board as she rested it in her lap. It was at this moment that she vowed to never break it or give it up for a new one. This board had seen her through thick and thin, and had now saved her from getting pelted by earthquake throw-up.

The dust from the sidewalk explosion began to settle, and the evening glow of the sun returned. Everything seemed normal. Elle let out a long sigh to compose herself. She slowly stood back to her feet and looked around at the damage, only to feel her heart lurch in her chest at the sight of what loomed over Leeburgh’s main street.

“What the fuck is that?” Elle blurted out as she stumbled a step backwards and gripped her board tighter. She was frozen in shock again, and as it began it’s reign of terror upon the Saturday with a light pole she could only wonder what the actual fuck was happening. Is it aliens? -- No, NO, not every crazy coincidence in this town is aliens. She’d been watching too many conspiracy theories on Youtube. It had to be something reasonable. Is there someone in town that can turn into rock? Or-or manipulate it? The thing honestly looked like the monster from Rock Monster(2008), so where was the bald megalomaniac behind it? It has to be one of us… right?

Elle’s head whipped around as she searched the streets. She looked over each individual that remained. Most looked just scared shitless, so it couldn’t be them. The others were just watching in awe like herself. No one looked like they were behind this. One of the panicked civilians suddenly bumped into her as he ran past and Elle grunted. “Get the hell out of here, little girl!” He shouted as he continued on his frightened way. Elle would have been pissed that he called her little, but it was at this moment that she saw the golem turn its lump of a head towards Mooncashs way.. Oh hell no. Elle’s eyes were wide and fixed upon it as it held the light post above its head. Helen and Willow are there… So many people were inside with them. OH, FUCK, I’M HERE. Elle began to stumble backwards, but she never took her eyes off of the golem. It lurched its arm forward and the light post was suddenly careening towards herself and the building. The adrenaline that rushed through her body at the sight of this gave her just enough oompf to turn and dive in front of the nearest parked car.

Her elbows hit the pavement just as she heard the light post smash through the windows. Over the screams of panicked frappucino lovers she could hear the THUD of the light post as it pierced through a wall and Elle stared at the pavement in front of her in shock. Is everyone okay? Did they get down in time? She wasn’t sure what she’d see if she looked into what remained of Mooncash, but she had to know if Helen and Willow were alright. Should I call for an ambulance? She thought to herself as she slowly pushed herself onto her knees. Would that thing attack it the moment it pulled onto the street? Elle crawled to the edge of the car and peeked out from behind it to see what the monster was doing now. Her jaw dropped. Henry was fighting it! Who the hell did he think he was! Couldn’t that thing smash him? Elle was even further shocked to see Henry completely hold the weight of the monster as it actually tried to smash him into the busted sidewalk. Holy shit.

Helen.. Willow. Its distracted. It won’t come for Mooncash again now.

With this realization, Elle finally turned her head to see that some of the Mooncash customers were already getting to their feet to check on the others inside. The ones closest to the door were bolting outside, and others were carefully ducking under the newest feature to Mooncash’s interior design. Elle reached for her board, which had been flung onto the ground beside her. She stood to her feet, her chest heaving with anxiety about what she’d find at the end of the light pole. For now, it looked like the only injuries were caused by the smashed glass or fallen ceiling tiles. She didn’t see Willow at her table or underneath it. Did she phase outside? Or did she go for Helen?

Elle glanced back to see that Henry was still tussling with the creature before she stepped towards the opening that once was Mooncash’s front window. “Helen?” She shouted inside. ‘Willow? Are you guys okay? Is anyone hurt?” Her voice was loud enough to be heard throughout the shop, but it had a bit of a shake to it. She was obviously frightened. Only scared that someone had been killed by the monster’s assault. She couldn’t wait for a response. The building didn’t look like it was going to fall, so Elle climbed through the open window and stepped down onto the plush seats of the booth Willow had just been in. Those who remained in the shop were still under the tables. Elle gestured for them to leave the building. “Get out of here while you can, that thing is distracted.” She urged them, but she didn’t wait to see if they left. Slowly, Elle moved around to the side of the light pole. Her eyes ran along its body as her sneakers crunched on broken glass. She was shaking by the time she reached the end of it, which was stuck into the wall right behind where Helen would have been standing. “Helen?” She choked out, and swallowed to wet her dry throat. The air inside was still dusty from the impact.

Elle Miller






Elle’s visit home had been brief and uneventful. Pete and her mother had long gone. The silence at home without them was welcoming. The cash left on the table for her was just enough to cover simple groceries for the weekend and a small pizza delivery order. It would be enough until they returned Monday. Elle stuffed the cash into the back pocket of her 90’s straight jeans and pulled on a white hoodie to wear under her denim jacket. She emptied her backpack of all things school related leaving only a well used phone charger and a borrowed copy of the latest John Green novel. It wasn’t cold enough outside for it yet, but Elle pulled on a black beanie in case she would be out after dark.

Elle was now coasting along an empty suburban street leading out of her neighborhood. Her headphones tucked into each ear to prevent anyone from stopping her to chat. The houses in her neighborhood had a lower-middle class aesthetic. Most were simple one story homes like Pete’s with a few of those 70’s split-level homes stuck between. The ones that gave two options upon entry, down into the lower level or up into the main level. In Elle’s opinion, those houses were just disguising the basement as a livable area. If she imagined living in one, Elle assumed her room would be in the basement, tucked away from Pete and her mom’s sight. She’d like it that way.

The pace she kept was even and casual. She had nowhere to be in a hurry, so she was enjoying the ride and the chilly breeze against her cheeks. Where she ended up going didn’t matter much. Her current plan was to ride until she found a spot she liked, and then she would sit and enjoy the last of the sun before winter came to swallow it up at 6 in the evening.

Time felt as if it was going in slow motion. Elle held her hands out beside her and let the wind catch the tips of her fingers. She bent low and let momentum take her, just drifting along. Up ahead she spotted a pothole and she grinned. She lowered her foot to the ground and kicked off to go faster. The pothole was coming up now, but Elle wasn’t planning to crash. A second before her board would have nosedived into it, Elle kicked her feet out in separate directions. Her board jumped into the air with her and for a moment both bodies were suspended. Elle was weightless. She floated over the pothole and readjusted her feet to land on the board as it found its way back to the pavement. Gravity returned and Elle bent her knees to absorb the impact. Once she felt balanced, Elle stood straight and let her board return to its casual speed before gently kicking off again. There’s no way anyone could tell her skateboarding was boring.



A new artist, Mac Miller, was playing through Elle’s headphones as she made her way onto Main Street. Elle’s head swayed with the melody as she looked down the road. At the end was Summer Park, but in between there were plenty of things Elle could do. Nothing she was particularly interested in, really, but she had options. Henry would be at Saturday’s carefully putting comics on their shelves, Helen would be busy making frappuccinos or espresso for those kid’s parents, and Willow would certainly be at her favorite window table. Elle wasn’t planning to stop in to chat at either location, but she planned to at least wave as she went by. Just in case they’d see her.

First stop was Saturday, so Elle slowed her board as she rolled past to look inside. Henry wasn’t hard to spot, and it made her grin. It looked like he was distracted, his headphones in to block out the nerdy rambling of the Leesburgh High D&D Club in the backroom no doubt. Elle raised her hand to wave just in case he noticed, and then turned to continue down the sidewalk. There were a group of students up ahead. Upperclassmen she didn’t really know, so she quickly swerved around them to keep her pace. It took one easy alley to hop the curb and cross onto the other side of the street when there was a broad gap in traffic.

Once she was on the other side, she only had a few groups of walkers to pass before she made it to Mooncash. Sure enough, Willow could be seen sitting in her favorite spot. Elle slowed to a stop in front of the window and used her foot to prop the skateboard up on its rear end. Elle gently tapped on the window and smiled. “Hey, Willow.” Elle said, even though to Willow it was most likely just mouthing words. Elle glanced down at the other girl's sketches and gave her a thumbs up. The wire figures were pretty cool.

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It was only a few minutes until the bell, but the students of Mr. Franklin’s last U.S. History class of the day were already packing their bags. Elle was among them, but she still listened as he half-heartedly announced that they’d have the weekend to do the worksheet he provided not ten minutes prior. Most of the class hadn’t even given the worksheet a second thought, but Elle was now sticking the already completed assignment into a folder for safe keeping. This class was nothing short of boring to her. Mr. Franklin was the type to cover the entire syllabus, but with as little enthusiasm as possible. The most energy she’d seen come from the man was when he went into tangents about what “really” happened in history instead of the sugar-coated, American loving version of events. At this point Elle showed to the class for the grade and not for the teacher himself.

As the announcement began Elle chose to sit back in her seat and stare out of the window. The three day weekend wasn’t that thrilling after only one week of school, but she was looking forward to the quiet at the house. Pete, her step-dad, and her mother were going on a weekend trip out of town for the holiday. This meant that Elle could come and go from the house as much as she pleased without any judgement or harassment. She was excited to have the house to herself, even if she wasn’t going to spend much time there. She just had to hope that Pete left some money for food on the table and forgot to lock up her mom’s stash of liquor. That’s all she needed from them, really. She wasn’t even going to bother with seeing them before they left today. In fact, she was pretty sure that Pete mentioned he was leaving work early today to get started on their drive. They were most likely out of town by now. Elle felt like a weight had lifted from her shoulders at that thought. A weekend without Pete, and a weekend without her mother’s inebriated behavior.

This thought was already out of her mind as she stepped into the hallway. Elle slipped through the bustling hall without much notice. The perks of being a small fry, she assumed. As she approached her locker she heard some girls talking about Rad-Chad’s birthday party on Sunday night. Elle reached for her skateboard as she listened. It didn’t sound like the company at the party would be worth anything, but all Elle really heard about it was that there would be free food and drinks. Which meant that it would be a perfect way to spend her Sunday night. She knew little about Chad himself, but she did know that there was always something going on at his parties that made them worthwhile. With that decision made, Elle tucked her board under her arm and made her way out of the front doors.

As she stepped outside Elle took a moment to observe the chaos in the parking lot. She took a deep breath of the crisp autumn air and had a moment of peace within the gentle breeze of the day. Her shoulders went slack and she closed her eyes briefly. She could feel the warmth of the sun against her cheeks. Something about the day just seemed… oddly too perfect. Elle opened her eyes again and turned towards the source of the breeze. She then glimpsed none other than Evelyn Noblezada walking past. Of course. Elle thought with a small smirk. While Evelyn’s aura made her feel like a new person, giddy and excited to be alive, Elle knew better than to act on those impulses with Evelyn around. She wasn’t as susceptible to Evelyn’s charm as the rest of the student body, despite the girl’s alluring power. Evelyn was a charming snake and Elle knew to take her seriously. Before she could be consumed by Evelyn’s energy, Elle turned and left the zone of surrealness to head towards home. She knew she was out of Evelyn’s range as soon as sobriety hit her like a breath of fresh September air.

Elle took advantage of the lingering energy from Evelyn’s passing and decided to take the long way home on her skateboard. Not before sticking her headphones in her ears and hitting shuffle on her shitty little black iPod nano. The music began to play, and Elle took to her board down the streets of Leesburgh.

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