Keeping Peace
Peace Turner believed the only way to survive was to be invisible from those of the savant world but 1 signal incident not only changed that but brought Peace the centre of attention for the Benedict family. None more so than Victor Benedict who can't seem to keep Peace of his mind. Sort or sequel to protecting Autumn.
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Chapter 1: The girl in the corner.
Peace:
Peace Turner hated winter. It wasn't because of the cold or snow. It was simply because it kept her grounded for far too long. Peace survived with one very important rule be invisible to the savant world and the longer Peace stayed a place the more likely someone was to find her.
Peace was a savant with the power for controlling all things connect to earth. She could make the grass grow and the flowers bloom but her power had a dark side, a side that everyone seemed to want to control. She could create earthquakes, collapse the ground around you. The savant net believed she was a danger and wanted to imprison her. Those who went against the net wanted to use her to take control of the net. So Peace made a choice become invisible, which meant always moving, never making friends and never falling in love.
Peace sighed as she entered the ski lodge. She had been in America far too long and it was time to move on but the snow had grounded the planes and it was unlikely that Peace would be getting out of here anytime soon.
Peace walked towards the barrister. She smiled at the man. For the last week Peace had come to the lodge for the best hot chocolate she had ever tasted, and every day she had seen the same man with the friendly smile and warm forgiving eyes.
"Good morning." He said softly.
Peace smile again.
"Good morning Mr B." Peace replied.
The man's name was Saul Benedict and he was the owner of the lodge, he was tall with olive skin and warm friendly eyes.
"Hot chocolate?" he asked.
Peace nodded.
Mr B got about making her hot chocolate as Peace looked around. The lodge was in full swing thanks to the snow. Not an empty table in sight. Peace sighed looked like she might have to take the hot chocolate to go. She looked back towards the counter when a small vase of roses caught her eye.
"Oh you poor babies." She said pulling the vase over to her.
Mr B looked over to see what have gathered her interest.
"Not really flower weather I'm afraid." He said.
Peace continued to examine the poor flowers her powers itching to work wonders on the poor dying roses.
"I just wanted to cheer Karla up our son and daughter in law are taking our granddaughter to London for a few months and Karla is going to miss them terribly. But I think these might just make her worse." Mr B said.
Peace smiled sadly at Mr B who went back to working on her hot chocolate.
Peace looked around her to make sure no one was watching before she gently touched the rose petal and let her power flow into the roses. The once dying leaves began to perk up before the petals began to flourish bright red. Peace smiled at the now beautiful roses before looking back up.
Mr B turned back to hand her, her drink.
"There's a seat in the corner." He told her softly pointing over to his left.
Peace smiled grateful and handed over her money.
"Thank you Mr B." she said before heading over to the seat he pointed to.
Victor:
Victor was having a bad day. It was meant to be his day off yet he was working extra hours after the torture and death of a fellow savant. Sure Victor wanted to find who did it but he missed his family and with Will and Autumn taking his niece Maya to visit her uncle Carter in London, Victor wanted to be there to cheer his mother up.
He sighed as heavily as he opened the door to the lodge. This wasn't exactly what he had planned but for now his family would have to cope with only having him around for lunch and dinner. Victor looked up as he entered the lodge, the lodge was packed and Victor new his family could have done with his help this week like he had planned but unfortunately that couldn't happen.
Victor shook his head to rid himself of his guilt as he spotted his father at the counter. Victor slowly made his way over. His father was looking intently at a vase of beautiful red roses. Victor frowned at his father's interest.
"Hey dad." Victor called.
His father looked up and smiled.
"Vic, it's good to see you, your mothers being worrying you have been working too hard." His father replied.
"Mum always worries I'm working too hard." Vic replied.
His father smiled fondly at the mention of his mother.
Victor sighed to himself, he wanted a love like that. He wanted a love so strong that even after twenty years of marriage, 7 sons and one grandchild that you could smile fondly at just the mention of that love. But at this rate it didn't look like he was going to get that.
Victor cleared his throat bring both him and his father out of their thoughts.
"What's with the roses?" Victor asked as his father handed him a coffee.
His father looked back at the roses intently.
"I brought them to cheer your mother up." He said.
Victor nodded understanding that his mother would be sad. Since Maya had been born four months ago his mother had been like an excitable school child but with Maya being gone they knew she was bound to be down.
"That nice." Victor replied absently.
"They were dying." His father said.
Victor's eyes darted to his father.
"Dad there beautiful which is strange considering the weather." Victor said.
His father met his eyes.
"Exactly." His father said.
His father turned his head and looked behind him. Victor followed his eye line to a young women who sat in the corner.
"The roses were dying then she touched them and now they're like this." His father explained.
Victor frowned as he looked at the room.
She sat in the corner with a mug in one hand and what looked like a note pad in the other. Her long chocolate brown hair hide her face.
"You think she is one of us?" Victor asked his father.
"I don't know." His father replied honestly.
"All I know is something is dangerous about her yet every time I speak with her all I want to do is look after her." His father added.
Victor looked back at his father. His gaze soft as he looked at the young women.
Victor opened his mouth to speak when his phone bleeped letting him know it was time to get back to work. Victor sighed as he stood up.
"What's her name?" Victor asked his father.
His father frowned for a moment.
"Peace." His father replied.
"I have to go, but I will see if I can find out anything about her." Victor said.
His father nodded.
Victor looked over at the girl again before heading out. There was something about her that Victor could quite shake.
Peace:
Peace looked into the bottom of her empty cup and sighed. That was her third cup if she drunk anymore she knew she would regret it later.
Peace looked up and froze. The people around her were all quite not one of them making a sound, it was almost as if time had stopped.
Peace stood instantly.
As if time had stopped.
This is why she had her rules, this is why she kept moving.
The only person she knew who had that type of power was a man by the name of Thomas Keen. Thomas worked for an organisation known as Fader that have been tracking Peace for years, killing anyone who dared to help her, or risked getting close to her.
"There she is." A voice shouted.
Peace looked around her. A man with dark hair stood by the back exit. Peace looked towards the front door only to find it blocked too by a short man with a bolding head. Peace looked around her eyes found Thomas, who stood in front of her. He smiled wickedly
"There is nowhere to go Peace don't make his any harder than it has to be." Thomas sneered.
Peace shook her head.
"I am not just going to hand myself over to you." She argued still looking around for an exit.
Thomas laughed.
"You think you have a choice?" Thomas asked.
Her breath caught in her throat, she knew he was right.
She ran towards the counter, doing anything she could to get out of here.
Thomas made a grab at her and she dodge only to trip over someone's bag. Peace hit the ground with a thud. Thomas hurried after her. Peace stood up quickly ignoring the bruises she knew that were already forming and she hurried on towards the counter hoping there would be an exit behind the counter.
"Peace?" Someone called.
When Peace turned she caught Mr B standing by counter. He hadn't frozen which meant one of two things. Either he was working with Thomas or just another savant just like her. Mr B had been nice to her and no matter what she had to make sure no one would get hurt because of her.
Peace continued to move towards the counter.
"Freeze or I shoot him." Thomas voice yelled out.
Peace froze and turned slowly to look at Thomas.
"He has nothing to do with this." She said.
Thomas smiled.
"He has everything to do this." Thomas spat.
Peace looked back and Mr B, who was staring at Thomas with such hate in his eyes. How did they know each other?
"His family work for the savant net." Thomas said.
"But more importantly you care about him, so I'll give you a choice come with me or watch him die?" Thomas added.
Peace gasped.
She looked over at Mr B once again. She couldn't let him die. She looked back towards Thomas.
She sighed heavily.
"You win." she breathed before stepping forward.
Mr B grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"I'm not going to let you harm her." Mr B spat.
Peace tried to argue but Mr B was having none of it. She looked back over towards Thomas.
"So be it." He said.
Peace heard the shot she shoved Mr B out of the way as a force pushed into her side. They hit the ground with a thud and Peace felt pain instantly.
Peace blinked as she fought with a pain in her side.
"Kill him and grab the girl." Thomas yelled.
Peace tried to get up but she yelped in pain knowing that wasn't an option. That left her with one option she placed her hand on the ground. There was one rule no savant broke. No one could know about them. She sent her power into the ground and ground rumbled bring everyone out of their frozen state.
"Get out here now, will come back later." Thomas yelled just as everything went black.