Addison stood frozen in place, her eyes connected with the man sitting in front of her. After a few minutes of a deadlocked stare, she snapped out of her trance, hesitating as she walked up to his table.
The air around him cleared as she approached, and a smile formed on his face. Her expression must have been filled with confusion because he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small piece of paper and placed it on the table. His eyes looked up into hers and locked before he got up and walked out the door, instantly clearing the haze.
Her eyes drifted to the paper, it laid crumpled in a ball on the table. Picking it up, she gently unfolded it, scanning the black inked script. One word scrawled across the crinkled paper spelled…
Gray
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9:20 pm.
At least that's what the watch on his wrist indicated, and it was never wrong. Lowering his hand, he reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a crisp white handkerchief.
Dark red stained the cloth as he wiped his hands clean of his victim's blood. The young man, shrouded in shadows, smirked down at the body lying grotesquely in the alley; the top of his head cut clean off.
A heartbeat pounded in the darkness and he stuffed the cloth in his pocket, his deep voice penetrating the air.
"You're late again," he turned around slowly to face the intruder, "That makes four now."
His stone-cold expression faced off against the panicked one of a young man with bangs hanging in his eyes.
"Well…" a sarcastic shrug accented his words, "why don't we make it five." Lifting his hand up towards the empath's forehead, he paused anticipating his reaction.
The man's form faded until it completely disappeared as he heard footsteps beating against the concrete until the sound waned and his heartbeat vanished. He glanced at his watch once more before placing his hands in the pockets of his coat, his ears tuned to the diminishing beats.
10:00 pm
Peering down the alley, his eyes were drawn to the flickering sign above a door a few feet away. The bright blue lights gleamed in block letters reading Promenade Tavern. Keeping his hands in his pockets, he shuffled his feet through a puddle making his way towards the bar. Without contact, the door opened and he walked in, inhaling the heavy scent of cigarette smoke as he made his way to a vacant table.
Sitting down, he scanned the perimeter of the tavern, locating a group of men engrossed in a basketball game. Unfortunately, none had any abilities like the one he managed to trap earlier.
"Can I get you anything, sir?" a feminine voice sounded next to him. His dark eyes drifted up towards her face. He had seen the girl when he entered the bar; she had been standing a couple tables away and was glancing at a piece of paper, looking clearly troubled.
He scanned the young girl up and down; she was tall and slender with long, dark brown hair. She had bangs that ended bluntly just above chestnut eyes. A black, fitted tank top coupled with a matching skirt consisted of her wardrobe and she held a round tray under her arm. His attention was drawn to the necklace she wore, a simple gold chain with an s-like charm, the necklace looked familiar and he racked his brain trying to remember where he'd seen it before.
The long pause between the two caused the young girl to panic a bit and he could sense her nerves jumping, so he flashed a smile, collecting warmth in his eyes as he spoke.
"I don't know, what's good?"
