The chaos of the police chase unfolds below. Ren, who is pissed and excited, is hovering in the air, a predatory smile on his face.
He knows he must act quickly and cleverly if he wants to have his fun. The last thing he wants is for the police to see him, so he focuses on them first.
He flies above their cars, and with a flick of his wrist, he sends a wave of telekinetic force cascading down to the police vehicles.
He feels the energy pulsating around him as he slows their cars, causing their engines to sputter and their wheels to grip the pavement as if encased in molasses.
The officers inside shout in confusion.
"What the hell?! Why are we slowing down?" one officer exclaims, slamming his foot on the gas, but the car remains unresponsive. The second police car screeches to a halt, its driver frantically trying to understand what's happening.
They get stuck in a sudden traffic jam, cars honking as they pile up ahead of them, leaving them powerless to continue the chase.
Ren watches the officers' frustration mount. Perfect. They won't be a problem for now.
Turning his attention back to the fleeing thieves, he focuses his energy on their dark sedan. He can feel the weight of the vehicle in his mind, a tangible object he can manipulate.
From above, he guides the car off the main road, pushing it toward an empty side street. The tires screech in protest as the sedan veers uncontrollably, unable to respond to the driver's panicked attempts to steer.
"Where are you going?!" one of the thugs in the back seat yells at the driver, his voice rising with panic. "Control the damn car!"
"I'm trying!" the driver shouts back, his hands gripping the wheel as he fights against the invisible force. "It's not me! The car is moving on its own!"
Ren can't help but chuckle to himself as he hears their rising panic.
This is too easy. With a final push, he directs the sedan into a safe, but forceful, collision with a stack of old crates at the end of the deserted street, then to the wall. The impact is enough to jolt them but not harm them significantly.
The car comes to a sudden stop, the occupants dazed but unharmed.
As the dust settles, the thieves scramble out of the vehicle, guns drawn and eyes wide with confusion. They look around, bewildered by the abrupt turn of events.
"What just happened?" one thug asks, his voice trembling. "Where did all those crates come from?"
"Shut up!" another snap, looking at the car with growing fear. "We need to figure out what's going on! We have to deliver the object no matter the cost."
Ren is watching from above, cloaked in shadows, savoring their confusion. They have no idea what's coming for them.
They quickly grabs some package from the car and begins to run away.
But, without giving them a moment to regroup, Ren exerts his telekinetic force over them. With a mere gesture of his hand, he lifts the thugs off the ground, their feet dangling helplessly as they lift into the air, their guns falling to the asphalt with a clatter. They flail wildly, their faces contorted in terror.
"What the hell?!" one of them screams, panic evident in his eyes. "What's happening?"
"Put us down!" another yells, voice rising in desperation. "What's happening?!"
Ren forcefully guides them to the rooftop of a nearby building, far from the scene of the crash, ensuring he won't be disturbed by the incoming police. He can hear the sirens getting louder, closing in on their location.
I need to be alone.
They are slammed down onto the rooftop with enough force to be stunned but not hard enough to be seriously injured. After all, injuring them is not the goal.
Their bodies hit the rooftop with a thud, groaning in shock and disorientation. "Aahhh, fuck!" one yells, scrambling to his feet, but Ren is already above them. Ren exerts telekinetic force to pin them down, preventing them from moving.
"W-what the hell is going on?" one thug gasps, wide-eyed as he tries to comprehend their impossible situation. "Is this some kind of trick?"
"No trick," Ren's voice booms from above, laced with menace. He hovers just out of sight, his shadowy figure a silent threat against the darkening sky.
"And it's just the beginning of your problems."
The thugs look up in terror, scanning the rooftop for the source of the voice. Fear grips them as they realize they're at the mercy of some unseen force.
"What do you want?!" one of them pleads, desperation leaking into his tone.
Ren gently drops down into their line of sight, his presence imposing. "I'm here to teach you manners. You thought you could escape, didn't you? But now, you're going to find out just how wrong you were."
They try to move, but their bodies are still pinned in place. Their guns suddenly pull away from their hands and fling aside.
The thugs stare at him in shock, their bravado melting away. The fear in their eyes is palpable as they realize they are completely at his mercy.
"Why are you doing this?!" one of the thugs cries, trembling.
"Because," Ren replies, his voice low and filled with menace, "I'm a super fucking hero and you are some thugs. And tonight, I'm gonna play with you."
Even with the police drawing nearer, Ren has all the time he needs. He considers how to make an example of them while ensuring they don't forget this encounter anytime soon.
Their fearful faces fuel his excitement as he prepares to unleash the consequences of their reckless actions.