Alright, this is my first fanfic, hope you like it! Practically been coming up with this off the top of my head, though I have a bit of it in my head. Oh well, it'll turn out somehow. R&R please! ^^

Cara sat up in her bed, running a hand through her straight, light brown hair. She sighed when she looked at the time, 10 already? She groaned then got out of bed, and stomped to the bathroom. She took a long shower, after the shower she changed into a black t-shirt, which was splattered with neon paints, like green, blue, pink, etc. (she had done this herself), then put over her work shirt over it, and picked a pair of ripped blue jeans.

She stared back at the brown eyes in the mirror with a blank expression. Cara couldn't remember the last time she laughed, a real laugh. Not the fake smiles she was forced to give to the customers at the restaurant she worked in. "It sucks to be a single, twenty-six year old woman working a crappy job as a waitress," she muttered to herself. She straightened her long bangs, then left the bathroom. She didn't bother to put on any makeup, who was she trying to impress? Cara grabbed her bright red purse, and headed out of her apartment.

"Caroline," called out a hoarse voice.

"It's Cara, Grans." Cara smiled politely at the short, old woman. She headed passed her, deciding she was better off not being lectured by the crazy lady. But she grabbed Cara by the elbow, and with surprising strength, turned Cara around so she was facing her.

"Look!" She showed a drawing, there was a similar red purse to Cara's, and a large mirror. "It's your future, that," she pointed to Cara's purse, "will be the cause of your existence on Earth to end. I've seen it."

"Grans," Cara shook her arm out of her grip, "that isn't going to happen anytime soon. Now go back to your apartment, and take your pills, okay?"

"I know your a Pusher. I'm not crazy, because I know you also know that I'm a Watcher."

"Have a nice life, Grans," Cara practically ran out of the apartment building. She walked a few blocks to a bus stop, only having to wait a few minutes for a bus to come. She sat in the first empty seat, pulling out her i-pod and listened to it till the bus stopped again. "Have a nice day, Charles," she said to the bus driver as she got off. She left him a ten dollar bill, then walked the rest of the way to Broadway Pizza, the restaurant she worked at.

"Hey!" A woman cried, dropping her cigarette on the cement and rubbed it out with her boot. "Good thing you showed up today, Cara! Looks a bit busier than usual. There's a bunch of vultures waiting in there for a good looking waitress. They look the type to give big tips."

"Oh, great," Cara said sarcasticly threw her clenched teeth. Why did men come here for young waitresses like herself? Did they expect her to go back to their apartments, or something?

"Don't worry about it, seriously. They don't look that hungry," it was as if she had read Cara's mind.

"Thanks, Nancy. Hopefully your right," they both went into the large building. Cara put her purse into a small locker, then with a sigh she headed off to work. She scraped up a large some of tips that night, and to her relief the shift didn't seem so long.

Cara left with a small grin, tearing off the shirt on the ride back to the apartment. She was just entering her apartment building when she gasped and said to herself, "shoot! I forgot my purse!" She groaned loudly, then turned around to find at least five men standing there. One was holding her red purse, now she beginning to remember what old Grans said.

"You might as well come quietly, we know about you now," a bald, dark skinned man said. "You wouldn't want us to use a Screamer on you."

The man holding the purse grinned, and sniffed it once more. Cara scowled, obvious he was the Sniffer they were using.

"Not if I Push you all first," Cara said and began focusing on the blond haired man farthest to right. She grinned as she got into his mind, she had access to all his memories, all his thoughts, and could even put new ones in if she wanted to.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" He shrieked, then held out a hand and sent Cara flying. She quickly left his mind, getting onto her feet and sprinted up the stairs. She stopped at the old Watcher's apartment, and began banging on the door. She yelled in desperation, "please, oh please, Grans! Just let me in, you were right! I know your a Watcher, and they did come after me! The Sniffers got a hold of my purse, I'm so--"

"Get away," screeched the old woman, "please! I beg you to get far, very far away from my door, Pusher! I can't let you in, they'll find me, too! They don't know about me yet and I plan on living out the rest of my life like that. I beg that you don't bring me down with you, too."

Cara scowled, kicking the door in anger, then ran up more flights of stairs until she was at the roof door. She jiggled the handle, but it was locked. With the help of the adrenaline pumping through her Cara was able to kick the door open. She ran to the edge, it wasn't until now that she realized how tall the building really was. Cara glanced up at the dark sky, shivering in the harsh, cold wind. She turned around to face the men, the blond one looked especially agitated.

"There's no where to run now, Cara. You might as well give up now, because we'll stop you if you try jumping. Trust me, it's easier just to surrender now." The dark skinned man shouted over the howling wind, obviously he was the leader of this group.

"I have no intention of 'coming quietly' if that's what you think I'm going to do." Cara look at the group of men for a few short moments, then climbed onto the edge. "There's no way your going to stop me from being free. I'm not about to locked away for being me anytime soon, I'd rather die." She turned around, head held high and leaned forward. But an invisible wall stopped her from going any further, she knew which one was stopping her. She once again entered the Mover's mind, putting false memories of her viciously murdering his family and friends. Leaving fake thoughts of how much he hated her, and wanted to kill her. Cara grinned, laughing for a short moment as she fell forward and began plummeting towards the ground. Her long hair flew behind her as she dropped back to Earth with incredible speed. Cara closed her eyes, readying herself to meet her abrupt end. Suddenly she stopped, she cautiously opened her eyes and saw that she was only inches from the ground. She smirked when she heard several shouts above her, then she fell back onto the sidewalk.

"Come on, we don't have much time." A hooded figure stood beside her, she guessed it was a man because it sure did sound like one. Cara quickly got onto her feet, sending out a little thank you that he was there at that moment to save her. She followed the man through an alley, which lead to a series of winding tunnels. Finally he stopped, settling down against a wall and removed his hood. Cara felt a rush of excitement as she looked into his deep brown eyes. He looked rough, as though he had been hiding here for days. She wasn't sure why, but she had a strange urge to get closer to him. The urge was abruptly ended by the echos of loud footsteps.

"There are others here," he pulled the hood back over his head as he stood up. "If they find us--"

"Don't worry," she interrupted him. For some reason she wanted to save him, get him as far away as possible from the Division. "Run, get out of here. I'll turn myself in and they won't look any further for now. Just one thing... what is your name?"

"I'm Kipton," he began turning away from her and sprinting.

"Will I ever see you again?" Cara yelled after him, but the only answer she got was the shouts of Division. She turned around, tears filling her eyes and threatening to spill over. She wiped them away quickly, then scowled as the five men returned.

"You can't run forever, Cara. Pushers like yourself will all be locked away, where they should be. Lucky for you, we've decided not to test on you. Your too dangerous for that, not until we've got you tamed will we begin testing," the leader grinned evilly at her.

"So I'm just some lab rat to you," Cara spat on his face, that got rid of the ugly grin on his face. She smiled slightly, "I won't be tamed, so I can be killed by your cruel experiments!"

He smacked her across the face, then had two of the men grab Cara. She struggled only for a minute, but other than that she let them take her. All she saw in her head was Kipton, even as this could be her death all she thought about was how he had saved her life. The entire ride there his face filled her mind, she only took a few moments to remember the terrifying drop from the top of the apartment building. She shook herself awake from her daydreaming as they began pulling her out of the car, and into the highly secure building. Horrified she looked at the many people in beds as scientists stood by them, some taking notes, a few poking them with needles. Cara was unable to look away at her fellow Pushers, Movers, Watchers, etc.

"That's horrible! Your disgusting rats to do this to other human beings!" Thankfully they pulled her into a basement room, inside was a huge, slightly familiar mirror. She gasped, it was the mirror in the Watcher's drawing. Cara struggled harder than ever, what were they going to do to her. They let her go, leaving the room except for one man. He took a large breath than began to scream, she collapsed to the ground immediately, covering her ears with her hands. After awhile he left, and the dark skinned man came in. Cara moaned in pain, blood filled her ears and spilled onto her hands.

"Your the filthy scum, you should have been more careful, Pusher." He picked her up, and placed one of her blood splattered hands on the mirror. He left the room again, and soon the mirror lit up. Cara was pulled into the mirror, sucked into endless darkness. She couldn't breathe, and she felt quite nauseous, she refused to open her eyes. Soon it was all over and she landed onto hard ground. She forgot about the pain throughout her body as she gazed before her.