Lost

Her mind was still, unsure what to concentrate on and what thoughts needed more focus. Surely she should be thinking on what her current situation and status was but she didn't care. She knew she was safe for now and even if she was still in that place she doubted she could feel any worse.

Her blank gaze left the crisp feeling sheet that covered her legs and turned to the man sat at her bed side but she avoided his eyes. He was still talking at her and she didn't know him nor did she recognise him.

He smiled as he spoke and threw his arms about in expression every so often- a casual brush off here and flick of the arm there. His tone pressed a casual and friendly demeanour, and he should of come across as kind but she saw him as odd.

"You know, when there was a call from a smuggler giving away his location and shipment, naturally we assumed it was a trap," He grinned, spreading his arms in an open gesture with his hands turned palms up, "Yet the police show up to investigate and low and behold it's true!?" He exclaimed with a hint of a questioning tone as he turned his lost gesture into a shrug before fixing his kind smile on her.

It was a prying smile. He wanted her to give some answers.

Who was he? She thought. He must have introduced himself but she just hadn't been in the right frame of mind to absorb the introduction. She remembered him asking for her name and she'd blanked him and so she did the same again.

Silently she turned her eyes back to the crisp sheet and her hands laying relaxed on her lap. She looked at the intravenous needle that disappeared into the back of her hand and the tape that held it in place. Next she inspected the tag around her wrist and turned it till she found her name, Robyn Smith, some of her belongings must have been found in the raid she guessed.

She knew he was watching her, she could tell from the corner of her eye she was being studied. So she decided she do it back. The drowsiness had left her system along with the sedatives and so her ability was once again easy to use.

She locked her eyes on his and a light frown came to her face- nothing- she couldn't hear anything. She looked away again. Her ability was active, this she knew because she could never turn it off and yet she couldn't reach his thoughts. This was worrying. It put her at a disadvantage and she was unsure how much of her ability would work on him.

He'd noticed how emotionally low the woman was the moment he'd seen her and she'd done nothing to sway his thoughts on her. To him she was empty, she'd shown little emotion and he assumed she'd simply given up, "Hey?" He called for her attention which she didn't give. He then leant forwards till his elbows met his lap and rested his chin in one hand and gave a tilt of his head; he wondered if she'd be willing, "Would you be interested in committing suicide with me?"

Visibly she tensed and her mind doubted what it was she just heard.

Surely not?

Her head snapped towards him, her eyes ablaze with absolute fury, "What the fuck did you just say?" She near growled, daring him to repeat his words. She didn't need to raise her voice to express her anger, her tone was seething and glare murderous.

Surprise slapped to his face and forced him to sit back up properly and hold his hands out in defence, "Oh!" he chirped in alarm, "Sorry, my mistake," He gave a smile that barely passed as apologetic, "I just thought-"

"I looked pathetic enough to want to take the cowards way out!?" She interrupted.

"Well-?" He was ready to give some form of retort but she didn't give him the chance.

"Get the hell away from me!" She yelled. She thought she'd have a chance at getting justice once she was free but all she was given was fuel to her already blazing anger.

He reached towards her in the hopes of charming her in to a calm but she snatched her arm away, "Don't touch me!" She snarled at him and again he was forced to hold his hands up and surrender.

"Why don't we start over?" He then offered.

She ignored him. "Excuse me!?" She called out to whoever was beyond the curtain. She was almost frantic in pulling the wires monitoring her heart off and she flung them aside once she was done with them. She was making an attempt to climb out of bed when a nurse flung open the curtain and scowled at the pair before forcing a smile.

"If I could ask you both to be a little more quiet in respect to the other patients, that would be wonderful!" The nurse's smile was tight and her chipper tone fake.

Confused to the scolding Robyn looked back to the strange man as if he'd give a defence but when she noticed he had been reaching towards her to stop her getting out of bed she frowned and shifted more away from him. "Can you take this off me and call the police?" She then asked the nurse as she held her hand out to indicate to the drip she wanted removed.

"I'm sorry, but you'll need to remain on fluids," That false cheery tone remained with her, "And Mister Dazai is the police!" she motioned towards the man.

"Armed Detective Agency," He corrected with a smile and Robyn threw him a quick side eye before focusing back on the nurse.

Again she raised her hand with the IV attached and locked eyes with the nurse, "I'd like to go to the bathroom, can you please take this off?" She asked politely as she latched onto the nurse's mind and swayed her thoughts. Manipulation wasn't her favourite part of her ability but when times got desperate it always proved useful.

"Of course," The nurse surrendered and did as she was asked, taking only a few minutes to complete the job before vanishing off to finish her rounds.

Robyn twiddled her fingers before clenching her hand, it ached after having the needle taken out. She then slipped off the bed, taking it slow to make sure her feet were steady and she had the strength to escape.

"So," The strange man, Dazai, spoke back up, "What's your ability?" he questioned, a knowing smile on his face and slowly she peered over her shoulder at him. She frowned in distrust and said nothing. How did he know? She wanted to question but luckily she didn't have to as he went onto explain. "Human trafficking isn't something we see here often so there must be something special about you?" there was question in his tone but in his eyes there was no doubt.

"What about you?" She countered, if he thought about the possibility of her having an ability it was either because he had one or knew others that had them.

"Show me yours and I'll show you mine?" He smiled mischievously.

Could she trick him? She wondered. He had a strong enough mind that she couldn't hear it and it caused her to doubt her ability to trick it but perhaps she could still trick his eyes?

She tested it with an illusion.

Instantly his gaze flicked down to her hand, "Fire?" He questioned, brows flicking up in interest.

Relief filled her. She still had a chance.

"Lets make a deal?" Robyn offered.

"Alright!" He stood and extended a hand over the bed to shake on it.

He was adamant on touching her, "There's no need for that!" she shook her head to brushed off his offer of a hand shake,"You have ten minuets to explain who you are and what you want, and I'll tell you everything I know." She folded her arms and waited for him to settle on her terms.

He seemed to take some to decide and made a play on thinking about it, "Deal!" He finally nodded at her from the other side of the bed.

With a nod Robyn, opened the curtain and stepped out, taking a quick look about before coming back and giving him a nod as she re-closed the curtain. "You have the floor!" She encouraged for him to start and he did.

Robyn left the ward as calmly as she could manage, she wasn't sure if the odd man, Dazai, was just humouring her or if the illusion was actually working. Either way her plan was just to get out the hospital and away from him as quick as possible and if him playing along gave her a few minuets then more fool him.

She moved down the hall way and made a straight walk for the lift, no one gave her second look thanks to her ability and she was able to wait in peace for the lift to arrive.

She kept to the side as two men stepped out the lift, she only noticed enough to tell one of the men was tall and blonde and the other younger with far paler hair. A sigh of relief came to her once she stepped into the lift and pressed for the ground floor. She felt now she had enough of a head start to be safe and placed a hand to her chest as if it would calm her heart as she looked up as the lift doors slid closed.

Surprise shot through her when she locked eyes with the pale haired man that had just got out the lift. The two could only give one another looks of guilt as if they'd been caught out, her for running away and him for staring.

The doors closed.

He noticed me? She fretted.

She dreaded coming into contact with stronger minds, her ability could turn up useless.

Robyn tried her best to keep calm but the ride down to the ground floor was still filled with anxiety.

The tall male strode onto the ward, his glasses giving a glint as they caught the light. He paused and listened. It took him no time to pick out his partner's voice and without hesitation he went to the cubicle where he could hear him shamelessly flirting from and tore open the curtain. He was ready to tare into him but at the sight of him blabbering happily to himself he was at a loss.

"Ah! Kunikida!" Dazai smiled, before turning back to look across the empty bed again, "He's the one!" He then whispered with a non subtle point to the tall blonde.

Irritation came to Kunikida first as he wanted to demand what was said about him before the more concerning point came to mind, "Who are you talking to?" He frowned.

Dazai looked between the two men, Atsushi looked rather concerned and Kunikida's glasses just glinted at him, "One moment!" He asked them to wait before he turned back to the woman, she hadn't actually said her name to him, "I didn't get your name!" He pressed with a smile.

"No one is there you idiot!" Kunikida shouted, he'd had enough and raised his note book ready to knock his partner over the head with it but the surprise on Dazai's face stopped him.

The dark haired male activated his ability and reached out to the women he could see. His fingers touched the space in front of her and it was there that he noticed the ability was active from and instantly the image dissipated. He stared at the empty space and the now open curtain. No, the curtain had always been open, he realised. The woman that had stepped back into the cubicle and seemed to close the curtain had all been the illusion.

"Well- that was new." Dazai murmured to himself.

What now? Robyn started to fluster as she stood out side the hospital and took a look about. She hadn't actually thought through her plan, it was only escape the odd man. She was wearing a hospital night gown and dressing gown, she had no money and no shoes.

Should I go back? She wondered as she looked back to the hospital before taking another look around. She needed to get herself some place safe where no one would look for her, and she needed to safely speak with the police.

The screech of tires from a sudden and hard break caught her attention and she looked over. Black car and tinted windows. She didn't hang about to see who got out, she ran.

Her ability was active only around her, it hid her from sight, she couldn't make herself invisible must she could stop people from seeing her.

The slapping sound her bare feet made as she ran was frantic and she didn't stop till she tumbled into a public toilet block. She was gasping desperately for breath like a fish out of water. She didn't know what to do and panic was quick to take it's hold.

Run. That's all she was told. Her father had told her to run. No matter the threats given, he protected her down to his last breath and she'd been unable to do anything.

She wondered- had she given up sooner, would things have ended differently? It was pointless to dwell, she knew this. The situation was what it was, but she was still running. She didn't know if it was because it was what her father wanted for her or what she wanted for herself. She just didn't know what else to do.

With a quiet sob she leaned over the sinks and tried not to think on her family, she couldn't, not now, it would destroy her.

Sucking in a deep, shaky breath she tried to calm herself. Next she lifted her head and looked at her reflection. Her hair was rather disgustingly slick with how greasy it was and the only parts of her skin that had been cleaned were the parts that had injuries. She looked dirty and she was sure she smelt terrible. Why had that odd man been so keen to sit close and talk to her?

"Right, I need a plan!" She then nodded, finding some small bit of determination.

She needed clothes- stealing was a option considering she could hide herself so well, her only problem was her ability worked on the mind and the eyes, not on CCTV. She also needed essentials and a place to stay and there was only so much that could be stolen- plus she wasn't fussed on stealing in the first place.

She could try and get money, but again that would involve stealing- in a way. She could use her ability to turn someone generous enough to give her money. An illusion of feelings she liked to call it. It was only to soften the sting it's true name bared- manipulation- but as nasty as it was it was always useful.

"Time to pick a target." She'd decided.

With another deep breath she nodded to her terrible reflection before heading back out. She kept up her ability to stay hidden and wandered off in search for a decent hunting ground.