So with this story I'm trying to mimic the style of the show with several main characters with separate story arcs that coincide, intersect, and interact. Just as a warning, with stories I sometimes get bored with them and never finish them so I'm trying really hard not to do it with this one. I'm already about three chapters in so I'll try to post every other day in an attempt to stay ahead. Anyway, I hope you guys like it, let me know what you think.
I threw myself over the kitchen island and pulled myself into a ball as I listened for footsteps. Hearing nothing for a few minutes, I pulled myself up and looked around. The kitchen was lit only by the moonlight that poured in from the windows and it smelled slightly of something burnt. I slowly walked through the hall, my feet quietly stepping on the hard oak floors.
I moved towards the door and upon reaching it I slid the chain back and turned the door. As I pulled the door open, an invisible force shut it closed with a loud slam. Spinning around my eyes darted towards the end of the hall where a dark figure was standing, feet planted on the ground and one arm outstretched.
"I told you no. Leave me the fuck alone," I spat, taking a small step forwards. As I waited there, glaring at the figure, I heard a low chuckle begin to come from next to me. I threw myself into the TV room, away from the chuckle, and hid behind the wall, "Who are you people?"
"Tara, that wasn't very nice now was it?" one of them taunted, and I heard footsteps coming closer, the sound becoming amplified by the empty walls, "We want to talk to you, that's all. We talk, you listen. Five minutes tops."
"When most people want to talk they use the phone, or even the doorbell. They don't break into my fucking house in the middle of the night," I replied, and they both laughed, lightly. "Tell me who you are or get out."
Silence descended upon the house and I sat there, listening to their heavy breathing, trying to figure my way out. These two thugs had burst into my house ten minutes ago and kicked down my door, but they hadn't robbed or hurt me, yet.
"Fine, we're part of a group called Rebel," the other voice began, it was a woman with a very raspy voice, probably a heavy smoker, "We've identified you as a…. sympathetic party. We want you to join us."
"Rebel?" I asked and alarms went off in my head, my body became paralyzed with fear, "Why does that sound familiar?"
"We've had some bad press recently," the man explained, as he continued to talk I felt fear turn into adrenaline and I slowly stood up. Moving through the TV room I headed for the back door, slowly placing my feet on the hardwood. Just as I reached the back door my body suddenly became immobilized.
"Shit," I muttered as my body was lifted into the air and turned around to face the two intruders. They both appeared to be in their mid thirties, decked out in dark clothes, with matching sneering smiles. The man had dark brown hair with deep brown eyes, he had a large nose that seemed to have been broken at some point in his life. The woman had red hair that fell down to her shoulders with iridescent green eyes. The man walked towards me and gave me a poke, sending me a couple of inches backwards.
"I guess you might know who we are," the man chuckled, his voice gravelly and deep, "Watch the news I suppose. But we know that you do not know who you are. You're one of us, one of the evolved."
"The thing is," I retorted, feeling a familiar heat spreading down my arms and gathering in my hands, "I know who I am. And what."
The two looked at each other before a wild swirling of red fire shot from my hands engulfing the room. As they dove away I felt the force that had been holding me in place release and I could once again move. I shut down the heat running to my hands and looked around. The room was on fire and the heat was quickly building, but I saw neither of the Rebel agents. Turning around I slammed open the door and ran outside.
My backyard had begun to fill with an orange light as the fire spread to other parts of the house, the grass lit in an eerie way. I looked around, but I was alone in the yard, the agents seemed to have disappeared. Not wasting any more time, I ran towards the fence and hopped over it, finding myself in my neighbor's yard. As I ran out into the street I whipped out my phone and punched in a number I had memorized.
"They came," I whispered, my hands shaking, "You were right. They came."
"We'll pick you up. Stay hidden."
One Month Earlier
I rolled out of bed, the light of dawn streaming in, and I quietly walked downstairs and into kitchen. As I stood making coffee I thought back to the dream I had woken from, it was the same I had been having for months now. I was walking through an inferno of fire, the flames licking at me, but never burning me. I would walk for what would seem like hours, but never move, and then I would wake up in a hot sweat early in the morning.
As I sipped on the steaming mug of coffee I turned on the small TV that rested on the corner. The early morning news was filled with fluff pieces on various cute animal stories so I turned from the TV and looked out the window over the sink. The yard was filled with an early morning fog that settled on the grass and moved slightly in the summer breeze.
"And in the aftermath of the latest attack by the terrorist group, Rebel, there have been increased calls for the increased identification of so called 'specials' by both sides of the aisle," the soft voice of the newswoman broke my concentration and my head shot up, staring at the TV, "The attack had been on the offices of Senator Jeff Richmond of New York, while the Senator had not been in the offices at the time, but there have been three confirmed deaths and 6 injured."
The woman then went back to some political entente and I lost interest once again. I turned off the TV and picked my mug of coffee back up and grimaced, it had gone cold. I took a deep breath and concentrated, bringing to mind the light heat of a candle and felt the heat flow from my chest and into my hands. The mug began to heat slowly until the coffee was once again steaming and the scent of fresh brewed coffee wafted into my nose once more.
"That's a pretty neat trick," a voice pointed out from behind me and I spun around to see Henry, one of my coworkers that I had never talked to before. He was leaning casually against the doorway, smirking at me. My mind went blank as I stared at him, I had been so careful, so quiet.
Henry had ashy blond hair and a casual smirk on his face, as if we were sharing in on an inside joke. He was wearing a black suit, just like we were at a business meeting, rather than being in my kitchen at 5 in the morning. He looked so intimidating, but for no reason at all.
"Henry! That… That was uh… Just uh," I stumbled trying to say something that even resembled a sentence, my voice cracking. I just stopped talking and stared helplessly at him, my eyes pleading.
"Calm down Tara, I know what you are," he replied casually walking forward and resting his arms on the island, "I've known for some time now."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I retorted and he just raised one eyebrow, "Fine. How did you know? And what the fuck are you doing in my kitchen? It's like five in the morning."
"I'm like you," he explained, reaching his hand out and from behind me a spoon shot to his hand and then began to twirl it around in his hand, "And I work for a group who identifies evolved humans in order to protect them, in any way possible."
I smirked at him and let out a little laugh, "I don't need to be protected, I can do that by myself."
I opened my palm up and took a deep breath, staring intensely at my palm until a small flame flared up and danced across my hand, leaving a tingling feeling. The flame whipped around violently in the small draft, threatening to go out at any second. I looked at him, smugly, but Henry seemed unimpressed and I closed my hand cutting off the heat.
"You think that will save you? You've seen nothing yet," he replied, laughing at me. I glared at him, embarrassed and he just laughed even harder, a throaty rumble.