#tyrone:beth

Standing up slowly, Tyrone’s eyes glanced ahead. He turned his frame around and transported himself into the shadows. Not many moments after, his body returned back. An exhausted sigh left the brim of his mouth. No matter how many times he tried to return home if he could even call it that anymore, he was unsuccessful. He was trapped here. Tyrone didn’t hate Sallow Hills. There were some nice parts of it, but how could you really like it here, when you couldn’t leave. New Orleans had its issues that’s for sure, and as a kid, Tyrone can vividly remember wishing he had some sort of powers to try to fix the corrupt system. Nonetheless, he misses it or maybe more so his parents.

The hood of Tyrone’s jacket slipped from his shoulders. His face scrunched, as his eyes wandered around him in hopes no one saw. His powers led to so many questions, that frankly, Tyrone didn’t even have all the answers to. Suddenly, to his surprise, he saw a girl standing a few feet from him. She couldn’t be any older him. Maybe the same age of some of The Runaways. Nonetheless, Tyrone didn’t want her to know about what he could do, at least not yet. “ So, how long have you been standing there. I didn’t see you” The words tumbled from his lips. Tandy had always said he was a terrible liar.

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