Baxter POV
It's been four days since I got spotted using my abilities and my face was plastered all over the city I live in-- Aldavia. Four days since they sent someone after me. Four days I've been running around this small piece of shit town. Trying to stay on the move to make it harder for him, or her, to find me.
I've ran mud through my hair to mask the rare red hair I have and ran it over my face as well. Today I'm glad this town is poverty stricken, it helps me out. Today I blend in. I look like a beggar, which disgusts me, I told myself I'd never stoop to those levels, no matter what.
I grew into my abilities at the age of 15, apparently I was a late bloomer, my father said most people grew into their powers at 10-12 years old. Although, my "condition" wasn't common at all. I actually have never met another with any kind of abilities. At least not in this little town we are kept in.
I am 25 right now, the first 4 years I had my abilities my father taught me how to hide and control them. Now, I'm on my own. The reason I got myself into this mess is because I dared to trust someone with my secret. That will never happen again.
I turn around the corner of the ally and come to an abrupt halt. About a quarter mile away I see a woman standing in front of the old mayor's house. She is a petite woman with an hourglass figure, her hair in a tight braid, making her multiple colors blend together in a fantastic display. She is dressed in all black leather. As if she couldn't be anymore obvious, she turns her body slightly and starts to look around, I see a long gun in her hands.
"Holy Fuck" I mutter under my breath, and step back behind the comfort of the ally wall. I sneak a peak and see she is turned back around and continue to watch her. She steps up the stairs and at the top I see her foot falls through the rotted wood. "Shit!" Her voice cuts through the lifeless area and fights its way to me. I hear it as if she were standing right next to me. Her voice makes my stomach do a little flip. It's very familiar somehow.
I mentally punch myself, what's wrong with me? She was sent here to kill or detain me. I'm hoping it's the first one, I'd rather die than be the government's little doll. My thought process suddenly stops as I see the girl do something weird. Once she opens the door she halts, and then takes one more step right up to the doorway and takes her glove off and places it on the wood.
As soon as her pale hand touches the wood, I feel a pull in my chest, everything in me is trying to go to her. I don't know why this feeling takes me over. I hold myself in place despite the uncomfortable urge to bolt. Instead I watch. I don't have to see her eyes to know she's closing them, she puts her head down and cocks her head to the side.. as if she's listening to the house.
Then she straightens up ripping her hand from the door, putting her glove back on and continues inside the house. As soon as her hand left the wood the feeling disappeared. What the fuck was that? I shake my head, clearing my thoughts. At least I know where she is. I can head to the wall without worrying if she'll be right on my tail.
As I make my way to the wall the feeling I felt earlier, trying to urge me back in the direction I came from. This time the feeling was much stronger but I fought against it and made it to the wall surrounding our city. The other times, I've only stayed very short bursts of time around here as it is loosely monitored. If I stay here a short enough amount of time I'm likely to not get spotted. Especially dressed as a beggar, normally they don't get a second glance.
Every day dozens of homeless try and climb the wall, none have succeeded yet. The guards monitoring it have a system in place since there are so many climbing attempts. At the halfway mark they send guards out to tranquilize you. Most people didn't even make it to the halfway point as the wall has barely any leverage. While a normal person could probably climb the wall, they would not be able to make it all the way up without the guards catching them first.
As I step up to the wall placing my hand on a crack barely big enough for my fingers to grip, I begin to concentrate on the air surrounding me. Using my telekenesis, I start thrusting myself up the wall with my hands and feet as well as my powers as to not make it noticable I'm using them. I'm almost to the halfway mark when I am forced to stop.
"Baxter, freeze!" It was the girl from earlier, the one hired to find me. How'd she find me so fast? I froze, momentarily losing my resolve and my powers and slipping off the wall, plummeting towards the ground. Before I hit, I felt the power surge up in a protective defense stopping my body a mere inch from the ground. I quickly drop myself hoping she didn't notice the half second I hovered and pat around the ground for my glasses that fell off during the fall.
I hear a small sigh and she said "here" stepping right up in front of me with her gloved hand held out, she was holding my glasses out to me. I wait a little too long before taking them, thinking it may somehow be a trick. I decide it wasn't and take them, putting them on as I stand up. As I look down at the girl standing in front of me, as I knew this woman, my jaw dropped.
"Natty?"
Natalie POV
I'm halfway up the staircase when I'm struck by a strong feeling pulling me backwards. I struggle to breathe and stumble down a step, it's as if a hand is squeezing my body while at the same time it feels as though a fishing string is yanking me to move where it wants. I hear quiet whispers telling me to follow them. I do. I stumble out of the old mayor's house and start heading in the direction it's pulling me.
The feeling is no longer painful or uncomfortable, just urgent. It's not long before I realize we are heading to the wall, and then I see it. The reason for the pulling feeling is coming from a man making his way up the wall. His aura is stronger than any other person, a white hot light emanated directly around his frame and ombre to an orange, the color of anxiety. His movements are too perfect, it's as if he's not actually climbing more of.. gliding up the wall. Barely gripping the wall before vaulting himself to the next crack. Then I realized who this was and why he was a wanted man.
"Baxter, Freeze!" I yell up at him. I watch as his body goes rigid and his foot misses the next crack. Then he falls, as he does, the white light disappeared and the pulling feeling stops allowing me to breath correctly again. Then it spikes as his body stops about an inch from the ground and then stops as he falls softly onto the ground. He then sits up patting the ground around him, looking for the glasses I saw falling while he was in the air.
I sighed softly, l felt bad for him, and quickly locate his glasses for him. They are a simple black pair with rectangle lenses, the only pair permitted in Aldavia. Although now an ugly crack ran down the right lense. I remember when I wore an identical pair. I've upgraded to contacts since I've moved to the capital, the glasses always got in my way during training.
"Here" I hold the glasses out to him, he waited before grabbing them from me and putting them on standing to his feet and brushing off the dust before raising his gaze to look at me for the first time. As our gaze met, I felt a spark all the way down to my toes.
I don't know what reaction I was expecting from him, but it wasn't expecting the name that popped out of his mouth. I watched as his mouth fell open and his eyes bugged out, "Natty?" He exclaimed, taking a moment to fully look me up and down. His aura changed to a light pink color, is that attraction? My insides curl up and it's like he unleashed a whole bag of butterflies in my stomach with that one heated look. Then his face falls and he hides all emotion from me.
"So.. this is why you disappeared, huh? So you could be a puppet for the government. Dirty fucking snake." He spits at me with venom. His aura is a hot red color, but I still see bits of pink floating around him. The look he gives me is so full of disgust, this is the reaction I was expecting. I don't know why it hurt so bad having his anger directed at me. Maybe because I never thought I would be in this situation. Never thought I'd have to come up with an explanation as to why. It's not like I can tell him the truth anyways. So I just stay silent, put on a blank face and pull out the cuffs, shaking my head slightly. "Are you going to cooperate or not?" I said lifting up the cuffs, he looked like he was going to bolt for a second. "And if I don't?" He asks clearly testing me.
"Then I'll have to force them on you." I say it matter of factually, and he raises his eyebrows a smirk playing at his lips. "I'd like to see you try." His tone was challenging, I thought of some of the other times he's said the same thing. When we were kids he would always challenge me and I would rarely win. Today I don't even hesitate, I step forward quickly faking him out with a punch I knew he would dodge. When he jerks his head to the right I dart my foot out sweeping his feet out from under him. He falls to the ground with a humph and I quickly jump on him rolling him onto his stomach, pulling his hands behind his back and locking them in place with the cuffs.
"I didn't have to try so hard that time, did I?" I ask teasingly into his ear, I felt pride swell up in me before I stuffed it down. This was nothing I should be proud of. I stand and gently pull him up. "Do you have anyone you would like to say goodbye to?" I ask him, he jerks his head up to me in surprise, the look quickly turns suspicious.