Tris's POV
"Ladies all across the world
Listen up, we're looking for recruits
If you're with me, let me see your hands
Stand up and salute
Get your killer heels, sneakers, pumps or lace up your boots
Representing all the women, salute, salute!"
blared from my speakers. A cool breeze blows through my window, making my skin tingle and feel alert and awake. The moonlight shone into my room lighting up the darkest depths of my bedroom, It gave the room an eerie glow.
I live alone, I have ever since it happened. At first my family were worried when i decided to move out. They used to come and visit me everyday bringing gifts saying how much they missed me. Not any more.
They stopped a few months ago. Now they only drop by at the odd occasion.
"Representing all the women, salute, salute!"
The song finished. Leaving me to be surrounded in silence. I gazed out the window and stare at the neighbors houses' roof. You might think why on earth am i staring at the opposing roof. Well let me tell you I'm not like most girls in many ways.
I still have nightmares about the night it happened. The night i got my powers.
FLASHBACK
Torrents of rain pelt down heavily. The slapping sound of my footsteps echo as i dash through a puddle. I make my way up the road to the crossing junction when i see a figure in black. The figure was almost like a shadow in the night. You don't see it unless you know it's there.
I keep on jogging aware of the looming shadow up ahead. I glance back to see if anyone else is up at this time of night. Across the street was an old hunch-back lady walking her dog, but she looked pre-occupied by her phone call.
I thought back to the party i had just left, my friend, Robert was throwing for his 15th birthday. My friends had dragged me along as Robert apparently had a crush on me and wanted me to come. But it was my first party because my parents were over controlling and strict about parties and curfues. Although i can't complain, my parents have always respected my wishes and supported me. My family is rich, not to brag, but My father works high up in the government and my mother is a famous fashion designer. They always told me to never talk to strangers, just like every other parent worries.
I come up to the ally way where the figure lurks. I start to pick up my pace to pass the strange shadowy figure, but a hand flies out and grabs my arm, pulling me back and into the ally. A hand covers my mouth, giving off the smell of lemon grass and sage in a manly musk. I struggle under his grip, but it never loosens, only gets tighter.
His warm breath brushes my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I pick my foot up and jab the heel of my wedge stiletto boots into his foot, probably breaking his foot. He yelps in pain and i break free from his grip and i sprint out of the ally.
The pounding of my heartbeat becomes a climaxing throb in my ears, becoming louder. I turn the corner into freedom. But instead of the chilly night air sweeping the hair off my face, its cooling the sweat that is running down my forehead like a calm waterfall. Instead i run into a wall. I step back, rubbing my head from the impact. Then i realize . It's not a wall. It's a man. The shadow man again, in his same black attire making him go unseen from a distance.
He goes to grab my hand, but i bite it making him groan, his voice sounding deeper than before. I quickly sprint off.
I reach my street and start to feel light headed. The smell of lemon grass and sage reaked everywhere. It's like no matter where i go, it will follow and haunt me. My skin starts to tingle and i see beams of light. I look around trying to find the source. But it's coming from nowhere. That is until i glance down.
My outstretched hand is cracked and light seeps through. My skin starts to disappear. For a horrifying second i think that i'm going to become nothing, just beams of light. until the light dims and glows purple. I watch as the light fades, to my skin. I quickly check myself over but instantly stop.
Oh. No. What are mum and dad going to say about this.
On my wrist is a tattoo. I always wanted a tattoo but my parents said it would be inappropriate for my age. Being almost 15 i conceded. But now they're going to think i went behind their backs and did it. I don't even know how it got there. I didn't notice it when i was running away.
Well at least the tattoo is cool. It's of a raven in flight but it's also being consumed by flames. It could represent me being attacked but trying towards freedom.
END OF FLASHBACK
Tears fill my eyes. You may think hey don't cry you've got amazing powers. But they ruined my life. They make me live in fear that I'll hurt someone or they'll find out and I'll become a science experiment. That's why I've grown away from my friends. That's why tomorrow i'm going to a new school, for a fresh start and to start off senior year.
I close my eyes thinking about the year ahead and relax back into my sofa. Letting the calm wind cool my face from the sticky summer air.
I open my eyes to get up, but stop in my tracks.
A shadowy figure, stands on the roof i was staring at earlier. It's him. Shadow man. He's the reason i can't forget about that night. He's the one constantly reminding me of it as soon as i find a reverie to steal myself away into. He's there. And he's always been there.
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