• CHAPTER 10

    He nodded in the direction of everyone in the black suits, and looked around, until he spotted me in the corner.
    “Harris! My man! We brought the girl! Now where’s the cash you promised us?” Jake said to Agent Gun, who’s name was apparently Harris. Harris looked at him briefly, nodded to someone, and came over to me. I stood up and looked at the ground. The time had come.
    “What’s this?” he asked, picking up my arm. “When I saw her last she certainly did not have a broken arm1” he exclaimed loudly, whipping his head around to look at Jake. I looked at Harris. He wasn’t a particularly big man. It wasn’t too long to the door… if I could only get there and out, surely I’d be able to escape! On the count of three, I told myself. One, two…
    THREE! I whipped away from Harris so fast he didn’t realize what was happening until I was halfway to the door. But that’s when my poorly thought out plan went wrong.
    “GET HER!” Harris yelled, and all of a sudden everyone was running at me. I had no chance. Then someone came from behind and knocked me to the floor, and all my dreams of escaping died. I relaxed into the floor, defeated for now. I looked around to see who had caught me. Blonde, blue eyed, and no beard. Alec.
    “Sorry, kid,” he mumbled, not looking at me. I was roughly taken up by Harris and held firmly in his grasp. Then I was out the door and into a van, where I was placed in a seat with a seatbelt with a lock. Where I was going now, I didn’t know. Where, oh where were Ian and Max?

    Hours later, I was moved to a white room, with a basin of water in the middle. I looked at it curiously, cocking my head sideways. There was a mirror on one side of the room, the kind of mirrors police investigations, and I was fairly sure that it was a one-way mirror.
    Then, like it came from no where, a voice spoke from the ceiling.
    “Hello, Molly,” an unfamiliar voice said to me. I frowned at the mirror, knowing that the man could see me. “Ah, my name is Jerry,” he Jerry said after an audible throat clearing. His voice was gruff and deep. I looked around at the room some more before responding. I had come in through the wall behind me, which had slid closed with a definite boom behind me. Everything was clean and pristine, and smelled of some kind of cleaning fluid.
    I put my hand against the wall and closed my eyes, just feeling, trying to know what was beyond the wall. Then something shocking happened. I gasped as a flood of information came into my mind like when a dam gushes through a city. I saw images, of people walking, of people sitting, of people doing things. I couldn’t understand, until my brain picked through them and settled on an odd view of a few men and a woman, sitting near a microphone. I swivled the view around, and then I sucked in my breath as I saw me.
    I was seeing from the view of a glass of water in the interrogation room.
    I immedietly removed my hand and held it to my chest, letting out the breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding. Even though my eyes were open, I could see what they were doing in the room, but could also look beyond it to what was right in front of me. I realized I had yet to answer the voice named Jerry, and spoke shakily.
    “Uh, hi Jerry,” I aimed it toward the mirror. Then I felt myself harden; my face slip into a rock hard expression, and my hands ball into fists. I would not be held captive. “I would much appreciate that I be let go. Now.” I hissed through my teeth. I was calculating what it would take to break the mirror.
    “Well, Molly, that can’t happen” Jerry replied, and I could hear an undercurrent that I couldn’t quite figure out. “You have the ability to help us, and if you don’t…” He kept talking, but I wasn’t listening anymore. I walked over to the water basin. This wasn’t an air tight room, maybe I could send the water into the cracks. As soon as I touched the water though, I was sucked into it,.
    The feeling was like falling off anything really high, or being sucked into a swirling vortex. I still had the image of the next room in my head, and all of a sudden I burst out of that little cup of water into the room. Then all hell broke loose.
    For a split second, everyone was stunned into silence and stillness, but that was soon passed. Many of them jumped me, trying to restrain me, but the water had strengthened me. I rolled to the side, landing in a crouch, much faster then I should have been able to. This startled the many agents in the room, and they looked slowly from where I had been to where I was now. I felt a small smile appear on my face.
    Suddenly, the mirror behind them exploded inward into a million pieces. Shards of glass were flying in all directions, piercing the agents, all of them falling to the floor in pain, some killed on the spot. On a normal occasion, I would have been revolted, but my brain was not in a healthy place right now. I heard myself laugh, and I got up from my crouch. None of the shards had hit me, either by sheer chance or something else, so I turned my back on them, and without a look back, I walked out the door and into the hallway. Someone must have been well enough to reach the alarm button, because now alarms were blaring and red lights lit the halls like the 4th of july.
    Anyone who saw me while they were running down the hall were blown against the wall, smushed by a wave of anger and water vapor. I felt stronger and more sure of myself then I ever had. I had to but flick my finger and all things water were at my bidding. I made my way to the outside of the building, coming out to a desert like plain. I felt some kind of water holding device below me explode, and then I was rushing up into the air, thanks so the flood of water.
    The smile on my face dropped, when the water pressure stopped and dropped from beneath me. I was so far up, the clouds were below me and the sky looked black, although it was midday. I was falling, screaming, until I realized that the clouds beneath me had combined to create t kind of fish tank.
    I landed on the bubble, and then began to go through. I stopped myself from falling more, and remained in the middle of my bubble. I would run out of air eventually. Screw eventually, I thought, when after maybe 30 seconds I was desperate for air. Finally, when I just couldn’t take it, I breathed in, expecting to be choked by the water.
    Nothing happened. I breathed like I did in air. I was astonished.
    After getting over the shock of that, I began to shape my bubble, forming a thin tube, reaching almost to the earth. I’m sure that anyone watching would get a heart attack, and be called insane for retelling what they had seen, but I didn’t care. My strange high had left my system as soon as it had entered, and now I felt bad about the lives I had taken.
    I slid down the tube, and it was like going down a really long, steep waterslide. I smiled a little, and then dropped out of it, hitting the floor in a crouch. I felt the tube collapse around me, and I must have been a sight to see. I had been through a lot today (wow, had it only been today?), and my expression was wild, as was everything about me. I straightened up slowly, taking in my surroundings.
    I had dropped into some ones back yard. The grass was well kept, a bright green that made you want to smile. There was a small garden, and a small play area that looked like it hadn’t been used in years. The swing swung back and forwarth ominously in the silence. Then the door in front of me was thrown open and a boy about 16 stepped out, staring at me. I cocked my head to the side, not really comprehending what I was seeing. But hey, you can’t blame me, I had been through a lot, as I had said.
    “Whoa.” Was all the boy said. I raised an eyebrow at him.
    “You didn’t just see that,’ I said calmly, hinting that he should tell this to no one. His eyes got real big, the whites showing all the way around them. “So listen, I need to use your phone,” I went on, wondering if he was just going to keep standing there, staring at me. He ran into the house, leaving the door open. I shrugged and followed.
    It was a fairly nice house, all in order, not a thing out of place. I walked into the kitchen, which was the first room that the door opened to. I looked around, searching for a phone, although the boy hadn’t said I could, I needed to use it. Then the boy came runnding in, handing over a cell phone. I smiled at him.
    “Hi, my names Tom,” he said, and gave me the type of smile that I’d seen jocks give the cheerleaders. My smiled turned a little sour.
    “My names Molly, but you really need to forget you saw me,” I warned him. He nodded and pointed to a chair for me to sit down. I did, feeling exsaughsted. I dialed Ian’s number, and waited for him to pick up.
    “Hello?” Ian’s voice, though hesitant, was the best thing I’d heard in my whole life. I exhailed in releaf, and smiled, closing my eyes.
    “Hey, baby,” I said, real sweetly. I heard his intake of breath, and then there was a scuffling, and I heard Ian yelling to Max. My smile got bigger.
    “Molly,” he sighed, and it was a happy sound. “Baby, where have you been?” he asked. I proceeded to tell the story of today, and I could tell that Tom was listening, but I would deal with him later. When I was done, Ian was silent for a couple of seconds.
    “Molly, this is serious,” he said. “Your powers are progressing so fast, and they are going to want you even more now. Tell me where you are, and I’ll get there as soon as I can.” I asked Tom, who told me the address and I relayed it to Ian. Apparently we were a day’s wait away. My teeth ground together when he told me that I needed to stay where I was. Then we said goodbye, and I snapped the phone shut, handing it over to Tom.
    I looked over at him as he slipped his phone into his pocket. Then he just stared, wide eyed at me. I raised my eyebrow, waiting for him to say something, because I was sure he was about to ask me something. After a minute, he did.
    “So, your not normal, are you,” he said, sounded reproachful. He’d heard me explain everything I’d done today, and everything I’d gone through, including my murders. I flinched.
    “No, I’m not,” I said. “But,” I added, “You don’t need to be afraid of me.” He just looked away, towards a wall. I tapped my fingers on the table. “So… can I stay here tonight?” I asked, not sure of his answer. I saw him perk up just a bit, and I felt myself frown. Boys.
    “Yeah, sure you can” he said, sounding calm and cool, turning towards me. There was a wicked gleam in his eyes. “But my mom can’t know, so your going to have to stay in my room and out of sight, okay?” he said. I frowned slightly, but nodded. I guess that made sense. “I’ll bring you some dinner when my mom-“ And at that moment we heard a honk as a car pulled into the driveway. Quickly, he showed me the way to his room and then shut me in. I sat on the bed, and then, tired, I fell deeply asleep.

    I woke up slowly. I felt well rested, but was not ready to get up just yet. I stretched, yawning. I felt someone put their hand around my waste, laying behind me. I smiled, turning towards Ian. With my eyes still closed I let my lips search up his throat and up his face until I found his lips. I kissed him, inhaling deeply. He smelled different, but then I forgot that because Ian was turning so he was on top of me, still kissing me.
    I kissed him back, but this felt different. I opened my eyes, and looked into the brown eyes of Tom. I stopped kissing him immedietly, and I pushed on his chest, trying to get him to get off me. He kissed me for a second longer, while I was shoving at him, and then he lifted himself so he was hovering over me. It wasn’t Ian. I blushed.
    “Uh… I didn’t mean to do that,” I said, looking up at him. He was still laying on me, just propped up on his elbows. A sly smile came across his face.
    “Of course you didn’t, baby” he said, and he bent down to kiss me again. I put my hand over his mouth, just inches from mine. I my eyes hardened, and so did his.
    “Don’t, try that again, and I thought you were Ian,” I hissed. I gently put him aside and rolled off the bed. I stretched, and looked out the window. It was morning, which means I had slept all afternoon and night. Next to Tom. I looked out the window, and saw a metro bus pull up, and Ian and Max stepped out. My heart fluttered, and I smiled.