You freeze up. Again. The instant stretches out for a long time. It'd be so easy to toss these guys away. A man screaming in mingled surprise and agony. Blood spurts out in crimson rivulets. Start using your powers here? Maybe hurt even more people. No, can't take the chance. Don't use your powers. It's new to you. The limits and full capabilities of your abilities are unknown. Lash out now, and you're definitely going to hurt them badly. Seems that your abilities key off your state of mind.
Don't resist. Let them take you to the Queen Bee. Can't see her right now, but the roar of the mob is oppressive. Hopefully, your mental defense should provide you defense until you can escape with your father. The alternative- it doesn't bear considering. Still, better than getting more blood on your hands!
As you resolve on a course of action, time speeds back up. Almost like watching a movie on fast forward everything transitions to an incomprehensible speed. You blink. Everything's back to normal. And the massive dark skinned man has a hold of you. His beefy, scarred, hands seem wrought of steel. You hear him muttering 'Syr-Rah-Dow'. All three of them are. No time to think on that, as you're roughly manhandled. You're not a small man, but this massive mountain of a man moves you around with perfunctory ease. He just hauls you over his shoulder like you're an especially unruly child.
Within a minute, you're dragged into the midst of the chanting throng. Can't really see anything but the back of your captor. The chanting swells all around you. It sounds frenzied and fevered. Been years and years since you went to a church. Once upon a time, you'd been dragged kicking and screaming to a girlfriend's church. They'd been fervent in their efforts to bring you into the fold. You'd thought them nuts, but now their devotion seems a pale thing. Here and now, you hear utter and unrepentant worship.
Then you hear it. A moment of pain, confusion, and terror. It passes. Understanding fills the void. A glorious voice, a... divine wave washes over you. Nothing as mundane as words reach your ears. A song wraps itself around you, like the embrace of something otherworldly. Beatific purpose swells in your heart. There's motion. You're standing now. Before you, almost like she's floating above the world of man, is the single most perfect being in existence. The Goddess glances at you. You vibrate in exaltation! A sense of communal connection ties itself to you, to Her, and to those around you. There seems to be something Greater looking out of your eyes, hearing with your ears. Take a step forward. Another. You're going to serve this Goddess. You can do more than the others. Your powers will make Her-
Tsk. Why should I?!
The thought is slow, as if heard from a great distance. Yet, it carries a pure force to it. Something with you refuses to be moved, refuses to give a shit. Clarity crests over you. You stop on the spot. The sense of connection is severed. Your eyes are locked on the mere woman at the center of the crowd. She's dark-skinned and dressed in black slacks with a lilac top. Her features are plain and broad and twisted in confusion. Utterly ordinary. Her eyes lock on you. The crowd around you goes eerily silent. She's speaking, "What are you? I-"
You don't listen as you interest wains. Doesn't matter. Nothing to do with you. If the concrete underfoot was more inviting, you'd just sit down. Don't want to do anything. Nothing matters. A nap sounds good right about now. Well, you could make things easier with your powers. So much easier than just walking around. Maybe just float on up to one of the rooftops. No one would bother you up there.
Still, you don't do anything. That'd take too much effort. Surely, if you just ignore this whole mess, it'll go away.
The moment passes, and you find yourself filled with renewed vigor. Look up. The woman looks at you for a few seconds. Her gaze clouds over. She reels. She staggers, and she tumbles from the truck bed.
Your sixth sense stretches out all around you. The woman at the center of all this madness isn't within the radius of your awareness. The mob has gone quiet. A dangerous stillness reigns. Not sure what to expect. Don't know where your father is. The gazes of the disparate members settle on you. Rage is slowly building in their collective gaze. Don't need superpowers that each and every person around you, the thousands of victims bound by the Siren's song, mean you no good.
They move. Time slows.
What do you do?
[] Escape. Just do what you have to in order to get out of here!
[] Search and rescue. You're not leaving here without dad.
[] Search and stop. Find the Siren and try to knock her out or something.
[] Write-in.
