**Hey pplz! I thought this story up over a period of time, hope ya like!**
I can't remember when it happened to me. To tell the truth, I'm starting to think I was born with it. No, it couldn't be. I remember being normal. I just don't remember changing. My name is Kerrie Smith. I'm 14 years old, and I live on the barren streets of L.A. I've lived here for seven years, since my parents were killed in a robbery at the National Bank. All we wanted was to get some dinner. Instead, I was left homeless and abandoned. I struggled for weeks until my best friend Jimmy found me. He was a late teenager then. Since the time he took me in, I met with 5 other kids like me, who ran away from their abusive orphanage. Two young boys by the names of Kado and Joey, and three girls who went by Ally, Becky, and Linn.
Jimmy kept clothes on our backs, mainly big sweatshirts and big pants. He couldn't afford clothes our sizes, but he was still my hero. He had piercing green eyes and brown, buzzed hair covered by a gray hat and hood over that. Ally, Linn, and Becky wore long t-shirts and covered their heads with hoods.Kado and Joey wore long jackets and torn, oversized jeans, and their heads were covered by baseball caps. Me? I wore a dark gray sweatshirt, long, baggy jeans, and a black beanie covered most of my long, mangled pony-tail.
My gift? I can't really describe it, but I'll try. I can channel energy. Crazy right? Well, if you don't believe me, you will soon, because my story has yet to begin.........
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The streets were streaked with flashing lights as cars sped to their destination. Pedestrians covered the walkways like a river, and cell-phones beeped from all around. Streams of people came in and out of buildings that stood in various locations in the city. But everyone always overlooked the little, dark alley next to Pete's diner. Nobody saw the seven figures sitting hunched on the garbage bins, chewing warm biscuits stolen from the Diner. They were the seven nobodys. Just a bunch of broke hobos.
Kerrie sat with her gaze downward. She slowly chewed her biscuit and quietly swallowed it. Jimmy turned his gaze toward her, walked over, and sat next to her. He sighed, and looked at her.
"Somethin' wrong?" he asked.
She shook her head softly.
"Donchu gimme that," he said. "You'd be smilin' if there wasn't anything wrong."
She chuckled. He could always sense her feelings. She looked up at him and sighed. "I've had this strange feeling for the past hour. Like something's.........wrong."
"You mean like some sort of energy reading?" Jimmy asked confusedly.
Kerrie nodded silently. "I-I think so." She closed her eyes and put her hand on her forehead and began to concentrate. Flashes of shadows began to circulate through her mind. Men. Men with guns. Killing men, women, children. It was like slaughter hour. Her eyes immediately shot open and she jumped up.
Jimmy also shot up, surprised at Kerrie's strange reaction.
"What is it?"
Kerrie looked at Jimmy and then at everyone else, who was staring.
"We gotta get down to the city border, Fast."
At once, Jimmy understood. He patted the pistol in his pocket, the one given to him before he too, lived on the streets. They ran to the nearest bus stop, and Jimmy sacrificed his last quarter to get them to the city border.
As soon as they reached the city limits, they jumped off the bus and looked around. Kerrie noticed a large building with no lights on. With the light of the moon, she looked at the entrance and ran her fingers against the cold, hard, cement floor. On bringing her fingers up, she shuddered at the dark, thick blood that soiled them.
Jimmy pulled out his pistol and nodded to the others.
"I'm gonna go inside. You guys stay out here. It ain't safe."
But even so, they each pulled out a steak knife or other sort of weapon from the trash for protection.
Jimmy quietly opened the creaking door, and looked inside. It was pitch black except for the faint light of the moon that had spilled in. He held his pistol out, and snuck behind large poles and crates before doing anything. Just as he was about to call a false alarm, 4 men jumped from the upper floors, and surrounded him, guns aimed. He stood there helpless. Just as one was about to fire, they all flew backwards, and hit the wall hard. Jimmy looked around him and sighed in relief as he saw Kerrie with her hand outstretched at the door. There was an angry look in her eye, as the men stood up and rubbed their heads. They then immediately ran at her. Just as they were to hit her, blue flames surrounded her body and they flew backwards from the extreme force. This time, they were down for the count.
Jimmy rubbed his head and walked up to Kerrie.
"That was one hell of a blast girl," he said.
Kerrie started giggling. At least she could be happy. Temporarily.
I can't remember when it happened to me. To tell the truth, I'm starting to think I was born with it. No, it couldn't be. I remember being normal. I just don't remember changing. My name is Kerrie Smith. I'm 14 years old, and I live on the barren streets of L.A. I've lived here for seven years, since my parents were killed in a robbery at the National Bank. All we wanted was to get some dinner. Instead, I was left homeless and abandoned. I struggled for weeks until my best friend Jimmy found me. He was a late teenager then. Since the time he took me in, I met with 5 other kids like me, who ran away from their abusive orphanage. Two young boys by the names of Kado and Joey, and three girls who went by Ally, Becky, and Linn.
Jimmy kept clothes on our backs, mainly big sweatshirts and big pants. He couldn't afford clothes our sizes, but he was still my hero. He had piercing green eyes and brown, buzzed hair covered by a gray hat and hood over that. Ally, Linn, and Becky wore long t-shirts and covered their heads with hoods.Kado and Joey wore long jackets and torn, oversized jeans, and their heads were covered by baseball caps. Me? I wore a dark gray sweatshirt, long, baggy jeans, and a black beanie covered most of my long, mangled pony-tail.
My gift? I can't really describe it, but I'll try. I can channel energy. Crazy right? Well, if you don't believe me, you will soon, because my story has yet to begin.........
****
The streets were streaked with flashing lights as cars sped to their destination. Pedestrians covered the walkways like a river, and cell-phones beeped from all around. Streams of people came in and out of buildings that stood in various locations in the city. But everyone always overlooked the little, dark alley next to Pete's diner. Nobody saw the seven figures sitting hunched on the garbage bins, chewing warm biscuits stolen from the Diner. They were the seven nobodys. Just a bunch of broke hobos.
Kerrie sat with her gaze downward. She slowly chewed her biscuit and quietly swallowed it. Jimmy turned his gaze toward her, walked over, and sat next to her. He sighed, and looked at her.
"Somethin' wrong?" he asked.
She shook her head softly.
"Donchu gimme that," he said. "You'd be smilin' if there wasn't anything wrong."
She chuckled. He could always sense her feelings. She looked up at him and sighed. "I've had this strange feeling for the past hour. Like something's.........wrong."
"You mean like some sort of energy reading?" Jimmy asked confusedly.
Kerrie nodded silently. "I-I think so." She closed her eyes and put her hand on her forehead and began to concentrate. Flashes of shadows began to circulate through her mind. Men. Men with guns. Killing men, women, children. It was like slaughter hour. Her eyes immediately shot open and she jumped up.
Jimmy also shot up, surprised at Kerrie's strange reaction.
"What is it?"
Kerrie looked at Jimmy and then at everyone else, who was staring.
"We gotta get down to the city border, Fast."
At once, Jimmy understood. He patted the pistol in his pocket, the one given to him before he too, lived on the streets. They ran to the nearest bus stop, and Jimmy sacrificed his last quarter to get them to the city border.
As soon as they reached the city limits, they jumped off the bus and looked around. Kerrie noticed a large building with no lights on. With the light of the moon, she looked at the entrance and ran her fingers against the cold, hard, cement floor. On bringing her fingers up, she shuddered at the dark, thick blood that soiled them.
Jimmy pulled out his pistol and nodded to the others.
"I'm gonna go inside. You guys stay out here. It ain't safe."
But even so, they each pulled out a steak knife or other sort of weapon from the trash for protection.
Jimmy quietly opened the creaking door, and looked inside. It was pitch black except for the faint light of the moon that had spilled in. He held his pistol out, and snuck behind large poles and crates before doing anything. Just as he was about to call a false alarm, 4 men jumped from the upper floors, and surrounded him, guns aimed. He stood there helpless. Just as one was about to fire, they all flew backwards, and hit the wall hard. Jimmy looked around him and sighed in relief as he saw Kerrie with her hand outstretched at the door. There was an angry look in her eye, as the men stood up and rubbed their heads. They then immediately ran at her. Just as they were to hit her, blue flames surrounded her body and they flew backwards from the extreme force. This time, they were down for the count.
Jimmy rubbed his head and walked up to Kerrie.
"That was one hell of a blast girl," he said.
Kerrie started giggling. At least she could be happy. Temporarily.