Strength of Character

Dean stepped in front of the revving car as the robbers piled in. They looked at him, perplexed. He had chased after the three men and now that he was here, he did not know what to do. One of the men leaned out of the window, waving his pistol like a flag. Without knowing what he was doing, Dean reached underneath the car's bumper and began to lift. The action seemed odd, even in his own mind, but the result seemed all too natural. The front tires came easily from the ground, and as the driver hit the accelerator they spun uselessly.

The robber leaning from the window finally had enough. He fell from the leaning car and began to shout, but this only made Dean drop the car which scraped against the ground with a crunch. The robber aimed his gun at Dean's chest, who was now facing him with defiance. The two rounds squeezed off should have dropped Dean to the ground, but instead only made him angrier. No one was getting away with this crime today.