{I would like to preface this by saying that it is my first attempt at writing, so all feedback, good or bad, is greatly appreciated}
The 19 year-old felt a sudden tug towards the underpass, like someone was calling his name, but he hadn't heard a sound besides the distant noise of the late-evening traffic on the highway above. Even with the snow muffling all sound he could still hear the distant bark of a dog and the wail of an ambulance.
He took a few tentative steps in the darkness he had thought impenetrable to even the keenest of eyes. Had someone spotted him? Had his mission been discovered and was he now being hunted? He stood unmoving for a good five minutes before he deemed the surrounding area safe.
He stole over to the large columns holding up the highway, silently keeping to the shadows and snowless areas as much as possible. The only thing here that seemed of any interest was what seemed to be an area where a few of the cities' many undesirables or homeless had made a tiny living area. He walked without hesitation into the midst of the little camp as he knew that humans and even most weaker non-humans couldn't see him. The powerful Distort he was wearing had made sure of that.
He stood in the middle of the area looking around with a mixture of curiosity and pity. He had never really lived in abject poverty but had definitely lived in equally if not more run-down places. His kind rarely had much use for money.
His eyes slowly moved over everything, the little bonfires in their rusty barrels, the make-shift walls made out of anything flat that had come to hand, the mattresses and thin fraying blankets.
The inhabitants of the blankets, of which there were five, were all asleep as was to be expected at this time of the night. His eyes alighted on one of these inhabitants in particular. He couldn't discern much under all the layers of blankets and parkas and jackets but it seemed to be a girl of about his age.
"Though she most probably won't always look like that, unlike me," he thought with a pitying yet slightly wistful tone.
As he slowly approached the sleeping figure, he thought he felt the brush of something on his shoulder, and spun around. Nothing. A shiver ran down his spine even though he hadn't felt the cold in nigh on six months. He resumed his walk towards the girl. He stopped about a meter away and tried to see what had drawn him to her. As he was observing her she stirred as if she could feel his eyes on her. She rolled onto her back and blearily opened her eyes.
"What is it, Aiden? Why did you wake me up?" she hissed irritatedly.
He took two alarmed steps backwards looking around confusedly for the so-called Aiden. Then she suddenly jerked upright like she'd been shocked making him stumble even further back in confusion.
"Someone? Where?" She seemed to be talking to herself as they both looked around in confusion.
At least the Distort seemed to be working as her hazel-brown eyes pierced straight through him and moved on to inspect the rest of the camp. Now that she had crawled out from under the blankets he could see her more clearly.
She was wearing a filthy and unremarkable set of clothes, a red and blue Christmas-themed beanie over a grey peaked cap and multiple layers of thick, brown pullovers and jackets. Her jeans were baggy and torn at the knees, and not in any fashionable way either. He also noticed that her eyes had definite signs of a combination of sleep loss and crying around them. Her hair, or what he could see of it, was short and would have been a pleasant dark brown if it hadn't been in need of a wash.
"Jeez, Aiden there's nobody here. Is this just because I wouldn't let you steal money from the ATM, because that's just petty." the girl said, her eyes still roaming, unsure where to settle.
He had the sudden urge to remove the Distort and speak to her but stopped himself. No time for conversing with humans, not tonight. He had an extremely important errand to run and couldn't afford to anger his superiors by being late.
Before he could turn to leave however, he felt a strong shove from behind him and unsteadily whirled around to see...
Nothing.
No person or creature was in evidence behind him or in front of him or anywhere for that matter. It was just him and this seemingly normal, but obviously not, human girl. All the other vagrants were fast asleep in their makeshift beds and as he was glancing at them to make sure, he heard a gasp come from the girl behind him.