Trevor had prepared something just in case everything went to shit. He was a coward, yes, but it was the same thing that made him prepared for whatever life threw at him. His backup plans had backup plans and those backups had their own backup plans.
....But the problem was that he would freeze up before he could initiate all those plans. However, the one thing he would never allow is someone laying their hands on his friends, they would not come to harm when he had his plans.
That was exactly what he was thinking as he pulled the string that he had set up beforehand while he was supporting Alex.
Connected to a multitude of plastic baby powder bottles, he just needed to give it a good yank and it would make a cover so that they could escape.
"Shit! Don't let them get away!"
He then realized that all his people were either chasing the rolling boy or were pissing themselves on the floor. Urgh...if you want something right you got to do it yourself.
The owner was flabbergasted and disgruntled. The kids who dared to steal from him were getting away from him. Kids! Not even an actual thief! He roared and patted the powder from his face with one hand, creating a gust of air with the other to blow the powder away.
Trevor did not plan for the owner having the power of wind. Things started getting worse as Alex struggled and twisted his hand away from Trevor's grasp.
"LET ME GO DAMMIT! I CAN RUN BY MYSELF!"
Unlike Trevor who stopped thinking when his plans failed, Alex thrived in this environment. He twisted the lid off the pill bottle and emptied it into his hand. A few pills fell to the ground, but he did not care.
He grabbed Trevor's hand and shoved all the pills he had into his hand. He closed Trevor's fingers over the pills. The owner was catching up and the powder was settling to the ground. They were visible again.
"THERE YOU ARE! COME BACK HERE!"
The owner bounded toward them, like a speeding train. He was catching up to them quickly. They hurtled through the back door and sped into the alleyway behind the store. Alex shoved Trevor to the left, while he ran to the right.
Trevor looked at him in shock which slowly morphed to horror as he realized what he was about to do. 'No! No! No! NO! NO PLEASE!'
"Tell Brandon I saved his life for me! And tell him that he owes me one- no he owes me two! I gave him my share of pudding last week!"
"N-no, you tell him yourself! ALEX!"
Alex just giggled and started running in the opposite direction. It was too late, the owner shot through the door and looked at the two kids in turn. Alex held the bottle and waved it up in the air.
"Here you fatso! Look at me! I got your medicine! Na na na na na! Come and get me!"
He waved his butt at the owner and jumped like a monkey to get his attention. He was successful - too successful. The owner lost his marbles and roared like a savage beast. Then he ran to Alex so quickly, he looked like a blur.
Alex just laughed and dove into the alleyways, leading the man further and further away from his friends.
"ALEX! NO!"
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Sebastian was rolling in trash. They got him eventually, he couldn't escape the needle, or more specifically, the crazy greeter who lived by the rules. That greeter....urgh...he shuddered. There was something wrong with that woman.
He heard the noises coming from the back of the store while he was rolling and cursed Alex for being so freakin noisy! This was supposed to be a covert mission! A dine and dash! A seize and scram! A grab and getaway! And what was Alex doing? He was waking up the whole damn neighbourhood!
The owner left after he heard the commotion and Sebastion knew that his job was done. He could not help them anymore. He trusted his friends to get out of there in time...scratch that, he trusted Trevor to get out of that place in one piece.
Alex...was more of a battle maniac than a strategist. He could be counted on when you had to beat the crap out of enemies, not so much when you had to retreat.
Now back to his own problems.
After they found out that he had no 'new disease that made people roll', he was tossed out of the store and into the garbage bin sitting on the side of the store. He was spat on and called things that would make a noblewoman blush. But other than that, he was fine.
Of course, he would need to check on his friends and take a shower. He sniffed...blegh, make that two showers, two long showers.
But first, he would rest. He had been through enough today, he just wanted to forget everything and relax...after rolling away from the trash of course. Even if it was comfortable, it was still trash. He had self-esteem, he would not sleep on trash.
He heard a loud sound, the sound of bottles crashing to the ground, the sound of a roaring lion... Lion? Where did a lion come from? Hmm...very curious. He did not think this store reared lions.
His eyes shot wide open. Shit! If he didn't account for lions then Trevor definitely wouldn't have! Or maybe he would?...Ah forget it! He had to go and make sure they were okay.
"I baby them too much...haaa"
He started stumbling towards the back of the store. The anesthesia he was injected with made him lose some of his motor skills, but he would be able to help them a little nonetheless.
Then he heard something that made him go pale.
"ALEX! NO!"
'Shit'
He started walking faster, causing him to fall flat on his face. He grunted and pushed himself to his knees and started crawling on his hands and knees as fast as he could.
He heard breathing, and someone was rushing towards him. He lifted his head to determine whether it was an ally or an enemy. It was Trevor. He was crying.
"S-s-sebast-ion, A-alex..."
"Tell me the situation without blubbering like a buffoon!"
Sebastian was also getting impatient due to his anxiety.
"Alex lead the ow-owner away from me. He dis-distracted him and all-allowed me to escape and..."
He opened his hands that had been clasped to his chest. In them were several greenish-blue pills.
"Alex...what did you do?..."