Please one... POSSITIVE (yes directing this at Nathan-P) review.
Dusk and I spent a couple hours wandering the streets of New York City. I walked by buildings, unfocused, letting my fingers trail through the walls. After a while, Dusk pointed out a black van. Yes, that's right- van. I figured out they weren't evil metallic demons, just horseless coaches. And the people inside weren't eaten, they were DRIVING. Most curious.
"It's been following us for a while now, Ari," she whispered. "What's it doing?"
"I don't really know," I said with a frown, pushing my dark hair out of my eyes. I thought about my words and grumbled mentally- just a few hours in this time and i was already losing the lilt of 18th century England. And apparently, so was Dusk. We turned down an alley, trying to avoid the van. It stopped and a couple men in black got out. They walked towards us purposefully. I tensed, and walked faster. The men in black walked faster, too. I broke into a run, and so did they. Dusk ran after me, hurriedly.
"GET THOSE GIRLS!" the largest man yelled, and a large group of men in black bolted from vans and corners after us. They bore down on us, and Dusk still couldn't use her ability to teleport or to time travel. So much for the master of space and time. And I had only gotten my ability to go through walls up to my elbows. They closed in, and I bitterly resolved not to go down without a fight.
I pressed my back against Dusk's, and balled up my fists. My skirts and 18th century garb was heavy- they weren't designed for a fight. These men were in queer clothing, but obviously the norm for this day and age: something called black "jeans" and "T-Shirts". They took us down in our dresses and skirts within moments. They dragged us back to the van, and threw us in the trunk, guarded by two men.
"Que voulez-vous?" Dusk stuttered, reverting to the French she spoke when she was small. What do you want?
"Vous, jeune fille. Quoi d'autre?" he responded, surprisingly in French as well. You, girl. What else?
"Why do you want us?" I said in English, fretfully.
"We are to retain you until later notice," he responded.
"But... WHY?" I pressed.
"Because of your abilities. You aren't in our records, you are in 18th century garb, and you at the very least have an ability. It's been picked up on the cameras we have around the city."
"What are you going to do about it?" Dusk asked.
"Retain you, study you," he said easily. "And being as you are a threat to society, it is permitted."
No more words were exchanged for the remainder of the long ride to where ever they were taking us.