As she entered the empty room, she felt an exciting sensation inside.
Moving into her own apartment was just wonderful. She didn't have to take
the pressure from anyone anymore. Her mother, her father, it was all behind
now. She was determined to start a new life. Although she remained in L.A,
it was only temporary. She still had to find a job, and earn some money
before she left the city.
The manager showed her the apartment a bit, and stuff like that. It was a small place, yet cozy. The living room, kitchen, diner, and bedroom were all not far from each other. The place seemed a bit old, and musty, but she could change that. She was just happy to be away from home. The manager finished explaining to her about payments and finally left her by herself. The silence was new, and full of hope. She was ready to start a new life.
She put her bag down on the dusty floor and walked over to the kitchen where a broken down stove stood. The light switch was busted, so the kitchen was mostly dark. She could hear mice hiding in the corners, but she didn't bother. It was six forty-three in the Saturday afternoon. The day was till warm and still early to do anything. She sighed and walked over to a chair in the living room, which was left behind by the previous residents, and rested for a moment.
*****
"What did you do to him?"
"What? What happened?"
"Don't act stupid! What did you do to him?"
Audrey looked at the young boy lying motionless in the ground. His eyes twitched a bit, which meant he was still alive.but what happened? All she could remember was feeling a hand behind her, and when she turned.
"I didn't do anything."
The woman around the boy's body was her sister in law. And the boy was her nephew. Somebody walked passed her to attend the child, but she didn't notice who it was. She knew what she had done, and it was an accident. She had sworn to never let her abilities out again, but this time she didn't even notice.
"Audrey, come here." Called her mother from behind. She slowly turned, feeling a deep shock of guilt inside. She had hurt the kid. Instead of walking towards her mother, she went towards her room, ignoring her mother's impatient calls. She knew what her mother was going to say, but she didn't want to hear it. She was tired of having to hide what she was; a mutant.
*****
She looked at her hands. Who knew such a person was able of so much power? Or was it a curse? Whatever it was, she was determined to figure it out and, if she could, control it.
The manager showed her the apartment a bit, and stuff like that. It was a small place, yet cozy. The living room, kitchen, diner, and bedroom were all not far from each other. The place seemed a bit old, and musty, but she could change that. She was just happy to be away from home. The manager finished explaining to her about payments and finally left her by herself. The silence was new, and full of hope. She was ready to start a new life.
She put her bag down on the dusty floor and walked over to the kitchen where a broken down stove stood. The light switch was busted, so the kitchen was mostly dark. She could hear mice hiding in the corners, but she didn't bother. It was six forty-three in the Saturday afternoon. The day was till warm and still early to do anything. She sighed and walked over to a chair in the living room, which was left behind by the previous residents, and rested for a moment.
*****
"What did you do to him?"
"What? What happened?"
"Don't act stupid! What did you do to him?"
Audrey looked at the young boy lying motionless in the ground. His eyes twitched a bit, which meant he was still alive.but what happened? All she could remember was feeling a hand behind her, and when she turned.
"I didn't do anything."
The woman around the boy's body was her sister in law. And the boy was her nephew. Somebody walked passed her to attend the child, but she didn't notice who it was. She knew what she had done, and it was an accident. She had sworn to never let her abilities out again, but this time she didn't even notice.
"Audrey, come here." Called her mother from behind. She slowly turned, feeling a deep shock of guilt inside. She had hurt the kid. Instead of walking towards her mother, she went towards her room, ignoring her mother's impatient calls. She knew what her mother was going to say, but she didn't want to hear it. She was tired of having to hide what she was; a mutant.
*****
She looked at her hands. Who knew such a person was able of so much power? Or was it a curse? Whatever it was, she was determined to figure it out and, if she could, control it.