The night was cold, colder than usual, with an almost pitch black sky. The only visible light was that in which was shed by the silver moon, which was tucked behind dark clouds. The December days seemed to grow longer without a family. When my parents were here, running from division seemed much easier. My parents were two physics. My mother was a pusher and my father was a stitch. I am a sensor, a newly discovered category of superhuman who can sense vibrations and random things about their opponents. I can tell if they are physics or not as well as their names, age, and other things. I can also sense vibrations in the ground and air to tell if someone is close. I have no offensive powers however, in a way, I can read minds. There are two more categories of super humans. These include: Casters and Shielders. Casters can change the weather by using their moods and Shielders can protect their allies with a force field. This allows them to also be able to have the offensive ability to shift fields of energy toward an opponent.
I was running, faster than I normally would. I could feel them, division agents, they were approaching. I crept toward a tree, and hid behind it. I pressed my back against the tree, hoping that they couldn't sense me or have watchers on my trail. "They only want me for my power." I thought as I extended my left arm and reached for the ground. I extended my fingertips and began to feel things. The only thing I could feel was the annoying thudding and pounding of feet. I couldn't make out whether or not they were human feet or not, due to the shaky, sandy soil beneath me. At the possibility of it being division leaders, I struggled back to my feet, and continued my running. My heart beat sped up and blood began pumping through my body, carrying various amounts of adrenaline. I quickly sought shelter behind a large boulder. As I knelt near the boulder, I noticed a small hole in the ground, one in which I could just barely fit through. "I could hide in it for a while, I suppose." I thought as I crept into the hole and crouched from the surface. Behind me, I heard a quiet voice saying, "Hello Sierra." I almost jumped as I slowly turned my head to find the source of the voice.
"Who are you?" I asked a short girl with long, thick blonde hair, with odd pink streaks, and bright eyes. My stomach dropped as frantic butterflies seemed to fill the empty space. Before she could even open her mouth to speak, I gave into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.