Kabul, Afghanistan

Sat on my usual rock perch on I was practicing my shields. I learnt to do my basic shields when I was two. These were advanced shields I was doing now; I was having rings of protection in my mind. I was maintaining more than one shield at once probably the first person to do it. It was surprisingly not that hard to maintain just took a lot of energy. That was when I saw them. They were walking towards our base like a group of superheroes gliding into battle.

Go away.

The men rubbed their temples but still continued to glide towards us. Not Savants then as they would've looked for the voice's owner.

Go away! I remarked a bit more forcefully.

They were getting the message now but instead acting like normal people and turning around and running they pulled out heavy-duty machine guns. I mentally screamed as for I was an easy shot from where I was. They noticed that though and looked straight at me. Crap. Jumping down off my perch narrowly missed by the stream of bullets, I took a chance and made a run for it, chased by bullets, towards the guard tower I worked closely with to protect the base. The base was used to protect the west side of Kabul making sure no one got through as there was already enough going on in this messed up country as it was without any more terrorists to disrupt the country through the capital.

Jamie! Jamie was the only person I trusted in the tower as well as the only savant.

What is it Jenna? He replied instantly which was so unusual I almost tripped over my own feet.

You just answered me straight away for a change.

Did you only want to tell me that?

No. We're under attack. By savants.

What?!

I'm shocked too.

Anything else?

Let me in.

I was right at the entrance when the bolt slid open Jamie folding me into a hug his blonde crop of hair bouncing as he slammed the door shut behind me.

You okay?

Yeah you?

Fine.

'Where are the guns?' I asked ready for payback on those slimy creatures also known as enemies.

'Upstairs.' I ran up the stairs leaving Jamie standing there, grabbed the nearest rifle from the rack and took a couple of pot shots until they got the message and ran for the hills. Then the general's men came out. Then they were chasing the men mercilessly wanting them nowhere near the capital. When they and gone far enough away for the General's liking, his men retreated back. Looking at the retreating enemies' backs I realised one of them was missing from when I first saw them there was supposed to be six leaving not five. My heart rate tripled as the conviction grew that I was alone. Carefully creeping back I put my finger on the trigger then I saw him head bobbing up the stairs. It wasn't Jamie as there was no crop of blonde curls. What had happened to Jamie? Wasn't he still down there?

'Come up with your hands up!' I called The man did as I said emerging, hands up. But he continued to get closer and closer to me. 'Stay where you are.' I said putting on strict voice to hide my emotions of terror and fear. The man was doing as I say which was unusual for me as normally it was the other way around in my experiences. As he was standing there I could see him sizing me up, how long could I last during a fight. Then I couldn't help it he was painfully slowly looking at the room around him I waited for him to face the other direction and bam. I broke out into the fight. This guy was surprising actually good keeping me on toes for once, always finding where I was open for attack. But then it changed. He made the gun on the table come to him as I wiped blood from a split lip then the General burst in. Great, I thought more targets for our little friend. Then it happened.

The enemy shot the general, his body crashed to the hard stone floor with a crack that didn't sound good. I grimaced. He dropped the rifle in my hands making it go off. White hot pain lanced through me as the bullet tore through my shoulder I crippled to the ground he made the escape, jumping through the window all before the Generals men came half a minute later. Guilty must have screamed across my face as then they lead me out in handcuffs to the prison, thinking that it was the General's blood on my shoulder. Perfect. And that was how a reasonably good day went drastically wrong.