Cara Darring/ Town
I groan, shoving myself upright. Garbage is not fun to sleep on. What I wouldn't give for a pillow... Then again, you don't want that to happen again. The first night, when I climbed into that empty bed... and then the guy came stumbling in at three in the morning. God, that was awkward.
Shoving these thoughts away, I jumped out of the dumpster and walked to the shadiest, darkest part of the alleyway. No sense worrying about the past. I've just go to keep moving, keep moving, keep moving. Don't even think about it. Never think about it. Once I check to make sure no one's looking, I will myself visible again, bringing down my force field in the process.
"What have we got here?" a man, stepping out of the shadows, whistles, looking up and down at me. "Somebody needs to be more careful when they use their powers." He takes a menacing step towards me.
I back up against the brick wall, heart pounding. Not again, not again, not again, I think, panicking. This can't be happening again.
"Now, are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?" He asks, stepping closer. I can see a bulge in the small of his back. He's got a gun. "You can either be a good little mutant and stay still, or you can try to run and Medi-co will be here in five minutes, tops. Which is it going to be?"
Still panicking, I look to my left and right. A dead end on one side, a barricade on the other. I'm stuck. Think Cara, think! I say to myself, trying to calm myself down. I try to assess my options as he inches closer. If I turn invisible, he'll still be able to predict here I went. He'll shoot me. My force field can do a lot, but it can't stop a bullet. He'll call Medi-co either way.
He's only inches away now, undoing his belt. "Good girl," he whispers, inching even closer. I look t the ground, disgusted. "Now lay down and roll over," he whispers in my ear. He's only millimeters away now. Close enough.
In a spilt second, I fist my left had and deliver a vicious uppercut, knocking him out cold. e falls to the ground, hitting his head on the metal edge of the dumpster. He falls to the ground, blood pooling under him from a head wound. His hood is already soaked with blood, but it's thrown away from his face. His eyes are open and blank, fixed on empty air. I check for a pulse. None.
I just killed someone. I just killed someone. Maybe I really am a monster. Maybe mom and dad were right. I dismiss this after only a minute. They locked away your sister. Thy took her to them. They're the monsters these normal people, not us. Besides, he was going to hurt me. It was self-defense. Don't even think about it. Just keep moving.
And that's what I did. I ran and ran and ran, again invisible, until I couldn't run anymore. I steeped inside the ladies' bathroom at the little market where I ended up. Checking to make sure no one was there, I slipped into a stall, willing myself visible again. I sat there for God knows how long, shaking. When I finally regained my composure, I stepped out of the bathroom again, plastering on a smile.
Just another day. Just keep moving.
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