We had evaded the soldiers for months. At night my mother would carry me, my father during the day. Grandmother was still beaming at me. I had fulfilled the prophecy. The visions had been easier to control now. I told my mother where to stop and rest, and then when to go. My thirteenth birthday had come and past. Only my grandmother remembered. I didn't blame my parents for forgeting, or my brothers. We hid with sympathizers. One day I had asked my mother why we were hiding.
"It is because of what you are. If they found out what you could see they would experiment on you, use you to win this terrible war!" She had ignored all my other questions about what I was.
Today was my fourteenth birthday. My grandmother had reminded my mother and father. They had apologized all day. I accepted their hasty gifts with a smile. My mother and father had bought me a new book, as all my favourites had been left at the house. My brothers had found an old abandoned clothes shop. They took me there when my parents fell asleep. We walked through the dark, counting on my power of foresight to keep out of the way of the guards.
We reached the abandoned shop in less than an hour. I was thankful for my ballet training when I needed to slide through a small broken window. My brothers joked about me being an expert cat thief. I walked through the shop with out a sound. I was followed by heavy thumping as my brothers entered the shop. "So pick as much as you can carry. We're going to see if there is any food upstairs OK?" I nodded and walked over to a rail of clothes. I looked down to my own dirt ridden clothes and sighed. All my clothes were dirty now. Mother didn't have enough time to wash them thoroughly with us always moving from one place to another. I picked a midnight blue, knee high dress and slipped into the dressing room. I pulled off my dirty top and trousers and let them fall to the corner of the floor. I pulled the dress over my head when I heard whispers coming from outside of the shop. I poked my head around the curtain that partitioned the dressing room from the shop and gasped. Two Nazi soldiers were walking toward the open door leading to the shop. I heard laughs coming from upstairs. The soldiers entered the shop and I shrank back, into the dressing room, letting the curtainfall back. Thumping came from the stirs leading upstairs. The soldiers heard and turned toward them. Then another vision flickered into my mind. Both of my brothers dead. The Nazi soldiers laughing. I looked underneath the curtain, as quietly as I could which was silent. I always was scaring mother when I crept up on her. I saw the soldiers backs were turned to me. And my brothers light illuminating the stairs. The soldiers smirked at each other. I pushed the curtain back and crept forward. I tried to go around when the vision plaguedme again. I was only a few feet from the soldiers now and I could hear my brothers talking and thumping down the stairs. The soldiers were slowly reaching for their guns when I leeped and grabbed the guns from their holsters. Exclamations escaped the men as I ran past them, a blur, and up the stairs. I slammed into my brothers when I screamed. The soldiers followed and grabbed at my ankle I pushed and my brothers swore and lifted me up the stairs. I kicked and thrashed at the approaching soldiers. My heel came into contact with one of their jaws and I heard a crack. My brothers laughed and threw me out of the way. My brothers tumbled after the soldiers. I was still in shock when I realised I was still holding the soldiers guns. Grunts and yelps came from the shop. Crashes and profanities were the only sound when I heard Marc shout at me. I ran down and dropped the guns. My brothers were covered in blood and panting hard. I crushed myself into their stomachs and sobbed. They shook me and asked if they were followed. I saw nothing and shook my head.
"How did this happen? We had the future-seer," Their nickname for me, "where did they come from?" They were staring at me and I shrugged.
"I checked and no one was coming. They must have changed their mind." They sighed and suddenly burst out laughing.
"I didn't know you were good at pick pocketing as well." Marc pointed toward the guns. He slumped and fell into a pile of clothes. Ryan did the same. They were both very similar. Unlike me they were tall and big built. They prided themselves on being the strongest and fasted in the village. Well they used to be. "Have you picked everything out yet?" I spun around and smiled. "Anything else? Like shoes?" I looked down and laughed. I danced around and grabbed a pair of pumps from the rack at the far end of the shop. I flitted between the clothes on the floor and the clothes still on racks. I selected a range of clothes and ent back to my brothers.
"Done!" We ran swiftly back. Myself constantly looking for any future problems.