Raven & Josie - Chapter 9

Josie enjoys her freedom.

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"Wooooohooooo! This is great!" Josie screamed joyfully as the wind flapped her hair while soaring through the clouds. Upon noticing civilization, Josie proceeded to descend.

On the other side of the planet, where it was already past noon, Josie swooshed past a tree, tearing bags full of leaves loose from its branches. A young Iranian couple having a romantic picnic at the base of the tree broke off their kiss and looked around, flabbergasted as an avalanche of leaves rained upon them.

"Hi, everyone! Hiiiii! Love you all!" Josie soared over the downtown area of a bustling city. She smiled and waved at everyone willing to look at her, which was a lot. Hundreds of people teeming about in the streets below, whether it was in a car, on foot, or while aboard a bus, were startled with surprise as their eyes took in the sight of a pretty young girl dressed in denim shorts and knee-high boots of sixteen years old soaring over them, with a face that carried all the happiness in the world.

Josie couldn't contain her joy. For the first time in her life, she felt finally free. She did not have to hide anymore. She took it to herself that no one would take that freedom away from her.

She could finally show herself, and the world would see how wonderful she was.

With a scream of joy, she dove down, waved at a school bus full of kids, and gave a screech when, in the nick of time, she evaded a traffic light. She gained in on a lorry and showcased her body in a sensual way to the driver, who barely hit a tree while being distracted by Josie's tight tush. And, as the cherry on the cake, Josie flew a circle around an office building while doling out smiles and kisses to swarms of paper pushers and overpaid executives.

Something caught her eye. A cement truck sat stuck in deep mud. Its wheels spinning while digging itself deeper. An excavator was busy digging the truck free.

Josie landed next to a couple of huskies teeming about, all frantic to free the cement truck. They looked up, startled when a beautiful blond girl appeared out of nowhere from the sky.

"No need for that, boys. Super Josie is here!" Josie flexed her scrawny bicep that nonetheless carried the strength to lift mountains. Moving a cement truck was child play to her.

Not wanting to get dirty, Josie considered using her mental powers to move the cement truck. She shrugged and strode up to the cement truck. She ignored the bellows of a burly worker who shouted that she had no business here and that it was all too dangerous – and gave him a mental shove, making him land on his butt in the mud when he wanted to seize her.

She positioned herself at the middle of the truck and placed a cupped hand under the underside.

She assessed its weight by lifting it slightly upwards, hearing it creaking. It will probably bend beneath its weight when I go full out. She pondered in thought.

Josie used upward mental force to support the corners of the cement truck, and in one go, she stood up, stretched one arm, and made the truck balance above her head.

A smile cracked Josie's pretty face in a gleam of joy as she took in the applauding and whistling of the group of workers around her. Some of them pulled out a phone and started filming her.

"Look at me, aren't I awesome!" Josie tittered, flexing her bicep while flashing a dazzling smile.

"I'm still waiting for my son to come home with the perfect daughter-in-law, sweetheart! You're still available?" One guy from the old breed jokingly said.

"This showstopper is gonna make us all lose our jobs." Another said, chuckling.

"You're the hottest fox I've ever seen! You can power lift me anytime, knock out!" A young lad, who looked quite handsome, said.

But not everyone was so happy with Josie's feats of strength. The driver – a fairly big, fat guy of at least 6 feet tall – got wind of the show and came ambling up on high legs.

"Hey! That vehicle is my meal ticket. Put it down right now!"

"Huh?" Before Josie was able to respond, the driver was already up to her. He grabbed her arm with a firm grasp.

"You do realize that you're the one who will be flattened if this thing crashes down, right?" Josie said while looking dryly at the driver's vain attempts to budge her. Her slender arm did not move an inch as the driver groaned and heaved violently while his burly arms did their utmost to yank this self-satisfied brat into submission. Josie couldn't contain her laughter as, once again, she came to realize how puny these humans were compared to her. Here stood a full-grown man with an impressive large belly and arms as thick as tree trunks, pulling her with all his might.

“What are you grinning about!" The driver bellowed in Josie's face.

Josie rolled her eyes. "Isn't that obvious, mister? You!"

The driver's eyes seethed with anger. "No wench is going to make fun of me!" he dashed off and snatched a shovel out of the hands of one of the workers.

"Don't!" several voices shouted while the driver straddled up to Josie and took a full swing with the shovel in hand, with the aim of hitting her – and not with the flat side, but with the sharp side nonetheless. The swing was aimed at Josie's throat as the driver apparently intended to wound her severely. A thing that would most likely happen if the driver was up to an ordinary teenage girl. But Josie was anything but ordinary. Josie knew that, the bystanders knew that, even the driver knew that, but he assaulted her nonetheless.

CRACK!

Upon hitting Josie's neck, the shovel broke in two. The driver screamed with frustration, took a deep sniff through his nose as if to gather a good glob of snot, and spat it out through his lips, flinging it directly at Josie's left eye. That riled her up.

"Don't tell me you just spat me in the face," Josie said.

The driver's answer was another spat in the face. This time, it dripped off of Josie's cheek. That one flared an anger that couldn't be contained. Every bystander gasped as a violent shockwave radiating from Josie's body pushed the driver a significant amount of meters away, making him land on his butt. Josie's eyes suddenly glowed red with immense anger. The driver was shitting his pants now as he gaped up at the superpowered teen. Josie felt the irresistible urge to incinerate him right here right now. She thought she had the right to. That guy just made a serious attempt on her life, and all Josie did was try to help him.

"Please!" The handsome guy who commented on her earlier came stepping in between Josie and the driver, holding up his hands in a defensive pose. "H-he's my uncle. Forgive him, please. He doesn't know what he's saying. The lummox takes medication for his rage issues."

The handsome guy's intervention rasped away the sharp edges of Josie's anger. Her eyes turned back to their blue glittering. Still, she found that punishment was in place.

"Your meal ticket, was it?" Josie said, eyeing the driver and the cement truck dangling above her head. "Why don't you go fetch it then." The driver gasped as he saw the superpowered teenage girl launching his cement truck in the air with one arm. It cannoned upwards, veiling it from sight as it reached the clouds in the flash of a second until it made an arched trajectory downwards where it vanished on the horizon.

"There." Josie clapped her hands clean and tore the driver's shirt free from his torso with her mental powers to use it to whip away the spit from her face. "I'm done here," Josie bent her knees and launched herself into the sky, flying home.

She wasn't aware that the cement truck landed fifty miles ahead, where it crashed into an oil tanker that leaked all of its toxic cargo into the Persian Gulf.