Chapter 1

I pushed through the crowd of people as I looked around, terrified, my violet streaked black hair flying around me in the wind as I ran, muttering 'excuse-me's as I pushed through the crowds. I paused and glanced behind me to see the police coming towards me. "No, no, no," I muttered, running again, my combat boots pounding on the sidewalk as I darted towards an alleyway.

"Damn it," I muttered as I looked up at the dead end. I saw a moving man and I threw my hand out, grabbing hold of him. "Open that door," I commanded him, walking over. His eyes glazed over, and he unlocked it.

I stepped in. "Go away. You saw nothing," I added, watching his eyes brighten and I shut the door, panting as my hold on him broke. I pushed my hands through my hair and looked down at my blood-soaked clothes. I chewed my lip and took the shirt off, the long sleeve next, then the skirt and leggings. I stood in my underwear and I looked around. "Either I streak, or I risk my safety."

I sighed and dug through my backpack, pulling on skinny jeans, a black tank top, a jean jacket, and another pair of boots. I packed everything back into the backpack and looked around for a place to stash it. Huffing in annoyance, I slowly opened the door and looked for anyone patrolling.

Seeing no one, I quickly slipped out and hunched my shoulders as I walked, keeping my head down. My brown eyes darted around nervously, and I saw a guard. I huffed in annoyance and rose a hand as he stepped towards me.

"Ma'am, I need to see your ID." He said, looking at me. Nerves rolled through me and then I was smiling a little maniacally.

"Awe, does the wee guard need to see my credentials?" I laughed. "How cute!"

"Ma'am….?"

My lips parted slightly, and I cocked my head. "Take out your gun."

"What?" even as he asked, his hand was taking it out, thanks to my ability. "What are you doing?" He was scared now, which was apparent from the way his eyes widened in fear.

"Awe," I smirked viciously. "Someone isn't in control. How horrible." I made him hold the gun to his temple and he started blubbering to me to let him go.

"Oh, but I can't do that," I said, shrugging, "you'll only tell." I slowly added pressure to the trigger, tears trailing down his cheeks as he realized he was about to kill himself.

"Ma'am, please, don't do this," he begged me, and I stopped for a second.

"Hm…...let you go and get arrested, or kill you and be done with it…" I cocked my head and then forced his hand to pull the trigger. "too bad you didn't convince me." I kicked his hand as I walked by, pulling my hair into a ponytail and pushing through the gate, long gone.