I wish that I could blog properly about this, but I suppose it’s better that I just keep my head down for a while. Writing in this pad is just gonna have to do. Maybe I can type it up later. I don’t know where to start, really – 6 months of poking and prodding and messing around in my head, and then suddenly, freedom.
Well, freedom, in that I’m stuck in a stolen van with four maniacs, all of whom keep spouting on about ‘powers’ and ‘mutants’, and seem to want to rob charity shops.
At least I got out of my jump suit.
I’m not sure what’s happening to me. When I got scared back there… I… glowed. And then, on the motorway, I turned invisible. Well, I turned me and the van invisible. Which was kind of a problem.
I’m not sure how I did it. I’m not sure what it means. But I’m scared.
The maniacs all seem to be like me. The military guy puts holes in things. The gruff one turns things to clay. The one that looks like Woody Allen claims he can lengthen his legs or something. And goodness knows what the tech head can do, as even he doesn’t know.
The military guy, Flynn, he said something about a guard putting map co-ordinates in his head. I guess after everything that’s happened so far, I shouldn’t be too surprised by this. So we’re off to Dartmoor.
I think I’m stuck with them for now.