ANDDDD here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy.


I stand there, looking into the eyes of the man who had interrupted my night, probably taking a bit too much of my anger on my own life out on him. I had spent my night trying to catch Seth and stop him from altering the balance of life, but as usual, I failed to stop him. It's always been that way. I'm strong, but he's stronger, I'm fast, but he's faster, I jump, he jumps higher, I fly, he flies higher. I feel more anger course through me upon thinking about my failure to catch Seth once again. I feel the man squirming, desperately trying to get out of my grasp as he dangles above the ground. I study his face, his body, everything about him. What was so special about this man? Why did he have to be the one to get me to go against everything I believe in? I even feel sympathy that he had to interrupt my night when I was already in a bad mood. I consider many things. What could have possibly happened to him in life that would bring him to do such a thing? He looks like an average man, though a bit rugged. He's extremely tall and muscular. If I hadn't have been nearby, he could have easily killed that woman.

As soon as realization hits me, all my strength pulsates through my arm and into my hand, causing me to tighten my grip on his neck. He begins to struggle more, his face turning blue as he gasps for air. His body spasms a few times, and then it's done. He falls limp and I drop him to the ground, letting out a shaky sigh as I ponder what exactly I had just done. I try not to think too much of it, and just walk away, but a voice breaks me out of my thoughts.

"You... you saved my life..." The woman says from behind me. I try to just ignore her and walk away, she's already done enough damage. I go to take a step, but can't seem to move, breathe, speak, do anything. Her quiet voice like a gentle lullaby, momentarily taking all the darkness out of this grim town. Nothing seems to matter. I want so badly to turn around, but know that I can't. I can't mingle with the humans while I'm like this. I let out a shaky sigh and carry on down the alley, trying my hardest to pretend I hadn't heard anything. The problem was that I had, which made it even harder with every step I took to keep going.

"Wait!" She calls out, causing me to stop in my tracks. Everything I believe in should be telling me to keep walking. I shouldn't have even helped her in the first place, I can't just drop everything, turn around, and talk to this woman. But for some reason, I can't get that through to my head, I still can't move.

"Can I at least know who it is I should be thanking?" She says quietly, stifling a small laugh that seems to paralyze me. The happiness in her voice seems to radiate through the air, causing me to feel completely tranquil, momentarily forgetting all of my problems. I look down to see the dead body on the drab dirty ground of the dark alley, suddenly causing me to remember everything. I look down at the scene in disgust and decide on carrying on with my night as if nothing had happened.

"No." I say simply. I take in a deep breath, step over the disgusting beast that interrupted my already crappy night, and continue to walk down the alley.

"Please?" With that one word, I stop, unable to move. Before I can say anything, I feel a gentle hand place itself on my shoulder, sending a wave of unknown feelings through my body. Everything in my mind that once told me to ignore this woman and keep going was gone. I was paralyzed. I felt as if all my strength had disappeared, all my energy gone. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think, at least not about anything but the soft hand placed gently on my shoulder causing a mass confusion to engulf me.

"I just want to see your face.." She suggests quietly. I consider giving in for a moment, but am confronted with several problems. Why should some mortal be granted such a thing? Why should she get to see the face below the mask? What's so special about her? If anything I should be furious that she was the one who got me to go against everything I believe in. I've already messed up enough by saving her life. Then there's the little fact that she doesn't want to see me, she wants to see this person that doesn't exist. A figment of her imagination. She's created this sort of hero in her mind, but what will she think when she knows I'm not the hero. This whole city hates me, and would take any chance they could get to get rid of me. Why would she think any differently?

"No." I say again, beginning to walk away, finally making up my mind. Before I could continue on, she grabs me by the shoulder and turns me around. I find myself face to face with this woman, who turns out to be just a girl. She doesn't look a day over 18. She's tall and slender and has long, wavy brown hair that flows down her back and to her waistline. I can't seem to move, or even say anything. I'm suddenly sent into a trance due to the proximity of this gorgeous girl. She meets my gaze and doesn't take her eyes away from mine. Her breathing begins to quicken, and I can hear her heart rapidly speeding up in her chest. "Please?" She says softly. I look down to see a hopeful smile on the face of an angel with ocean blue eyes. I look back into her eyes, and a nearby light reflects off of them, giving off a glowing look as they twinkle hopefully in the dark, making her look even more beautiful and angelic than before. I don't say anything, I don't even move. I don't think I could even move if I wanted to. I couldn't even remember how to move my feet at this moment if my life depended on it. All I can think about is the beautiful eyes on this beautiful girl standing before me. Before I can realize what is happening, she reaches up her hands and places them on my cheeks. She slowly trails her thumbs down my neck, finding the hem of my mask. I suck in a breath once her thumbs brush against my skin. My breathing begins to quicken as she slowly slides my mask up past my neck. Her thumbs trail against my skin, leaving a burning sensation up my neck where her thumbs had been. My heart begins to speed up drastically and I squeeze my eyes shut, completely confused and unsure of what these unfamiliar feelings in the pit of my stomach were. Everything seems to be going in slow motion. I slowly open my eyes and her gaze hasn't left my face. When my eyes meet her gaze she draws in sharp breath and stops her hands from pulling up my mask. I swallow hard and continue to look into her eyes. Before long she lets out a steady breath and continues to pull my mask up. I can't move, can't breathe, can't say anything, or do anything, all I can do is continue to stare into her beautiful captivating, blue-gray eyes.

Suddenly, the sound of a cat jumping off of a dumpster nearby breaks me out of my spell. I release the breath I had been holding since the first touch from this stunning girl. I realize what is happening and quickly take her hands off of me. Before she can say anything, I disappear down the alley at the speed of light. I make sure to run my fastest so she won't even notice I had left. I was gone before she could even blink. But I didn't stop there, I just kept running. Passing everything in sight. Lights flashed before me as I sped through the town, not going anywhere in particular. I continue to run, feeling the wind pelt my eyes the faster I go. I continue, not caring about anything, going faster by the second. I rush through alleys, past houses, by cars, but I ignore it all. The lights flash past me as I continue to run, tears beading down my face but drying instantly. I take out all my frustration on my feet as I speed up by the second. The faster I run, the better I feel, peaceful, carefree.

Before I knew it, I was back at my home in Malibu. I open the door and walk in, taking my shoes off. It's already dark, so I don't expect any of my roommates to be awake.

"Any luck tonight?" I jump, startled by the sudden noise. I observe my surroundings. The house is dark, except for the flashing lights coming from the TV, lighting up the face of my roommate Mikayla who's currently sprawled out on the couch in her pajamas.

"Shit, Mikayla, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" I say, trying to steady my breathing as I pull my mask off and shove it in my coat pocket.

"Sorry." Mikayla says, not looking up from the TV as she flips through the channels. I don't reply, but simply take my coat off, hang it up, and proceed to the kitchen. "There's leftover pizza in the fridge from earlier." She says simply, not making a big deal out of me coming home so late. She's used to it by now, and just saves me dinner. She knows exactly about my identity, and about my brother. We've been friends since I was about 5, and she noticed a change as we grew older. I began to develop these strange powers over the years. She was an amazing friend. She never shunned me for the freak that I was. Never got scared and ran when I couldn't control my anger and didn't understand my powers enough to control them. She helped me through it. I couldn't possibly ask for a better friend. Traci, on the other hand, was just our roommate. She goes to college with us and just assumes I'm working late at the bar. She never asks questions, she's to busy with her boyfriend Jake half of the time. I never had to worry about her showing up at the bar. It wasn't her scene. She wouldn't be caught dead in a bar. She thought of herself to be too good for a place like that. She's always going off on me for working there. She always offers to pay the bills and tells me I don't have to worry about it, but I'm not that kind of person. I never quite understood why she felt the need to have roommates, she could easily afford a mansion of her own, but she suggests that her parents constantly insist she "experience the college life" hence why I have a bitchy snob for a roommate.

"I'm not hungry." I say bitterly, opening the fridge to grab a water.

"Whoa, Lil, you're kidding right? You're usually starving by now." She says concerned, following me into the kitchen.

"Yeah, well not today. Don't trip." I say, shoving past her to go to my room. Before I can walk away, she pulls me back by my arm.

"Lilly, what happened? Is it Seth?" She asks casually, concern written all over her face.

"No.. It's nothing." I say, obviously lying. I could never lie to her though, she could easily read me, and would never let me get away with a lie.

"That's bullshit Lil, and you know it! Tell me what happened!" She says, becoming angry and crossing her arms.

"I killed someone ok!?" I say, giving her the answer she wanted to hear, unable to hold back due to my frustration. I shove past her and sit down on the couch.

"Aww, hon.. Why? I never thought I'd see the day. I mean you just believe so strongly against it I mean..." Before she can finish I cut her off.

"I know, I know.. But.. I don't know.. He was trying to hurt this girl, and... I don't know... Something inside me told me I had to help her. I've never wanted to interfere with fate before, but... I don't know.. It's like something was dragging me to that alley.. I just.. I couldn't... I..." I begin to stutter, becoming extremely, shaky and anxious as I remember what I had done.

"Aww, Lil.. It's ok.." She says, taking me into her arms for a hug. For a moment I just sit there, not objecting much, but before long reality catches up with me and refuses to let me forget about the situation.

"No! It's not fucking Ok Mik!" I say, pulling out of her grasp and jumping to the other side of the room, trying to keep my anger in check to avoid hurting my friend if I couldn't control my powers due to my anger. Mikayla lets out a frustrated sigh, knowing how I can get when I'm angry. She rolls her eyes and picks up the remote, returning her attention to the TV as I begin to pace the room. I knew her compassion wouldn't last long.

"It goes against everything that I believe in. It makes me the biggest hypocrite! Ughh! I don't even know why I did it!!" I say, continuing to pace while clenching my fists to try and control myself from doing anything irrational. Mikayla lets out a frustrated sigh and turns off the TV, giving up on being able to concentrate while I was in one of my moods.

"Look Lilly, what exactly happened? I mean, did you hear her from across town and just decide 'Hey, I'm gonna save that girls life tonight.' Or was it different?" She asks, facing me and trying to get a better understanding on the situation.

"No, I walked past an alley and heard her screaming.." I say, calming down a bit, and sitting down next to her on the couch, a bit confused at what she was getting at.

"Well, that's not that bad. It's not like you went out of your way to find somebody to save. It's different.." She says, turning to turn the TV back on, obviously wishing I'd just calm down so she could just carry on watching TV.

"How the hell is it any different!?" I scream, becoming more angry. Mikayla lets out another sigh and turns the TV back off, completely giving up on being able to watch it while I was in such a state.

"Look Lil, you gotta think about it this way. Say you didn't have these powers.. ok? If you were just a regular person and you walked by that alley and heard that girl screaming, are you gonna tell me you wouldn't help her?" I contemplate this. She has a point.

"I.. I guess I'd help her.. I mean yeah, I wouldn't just stand by and watch that guy hurt her.." I say quietly, beginning to understand her point of view.

"See Lil, that doesn't make you a hypocrite, it just makes you a good person. Your brother sits around every night just waiting for somebody to get into trouble. He goes out of his way to save people. You, on the other hand, happened to stumble upon a woman getting beat up in an alley and helped her. There's a big difference." She says, rubbing my shoulder to reassure me.

"But that doesn't change anything.. I killed a guy..." I say the last part quietly, struggling to say the words that keep replaying in my mind.

"Eh, the bastard probably deserved it." She says coldly, turning the TV back on and returning her attention to it.

"It doesn't matter... It's not up to me who does and does not deserve to die..." I say, standing up, becoming more angry at her remark.

"Look Lil, I know you feel like shit. Suck it up. It's a one time thing. There's obviously nothing I can say to change the way you feel, so would you kindly step aside so I can watch TV?" She says, her bitchy attitude returning.

"Sure.. Whatever Mik.." I say, walking down the hallway, not at all fazed by her attitude. I smile a bit, happy that the real Mikayla was back. That compassionate thing she had going on was beginning to freak me out. Though, I had to admit, it helped, a lot. That's what I loved about Mikayla. I could always count on her to stop being a complete bitch long enough to cheer me up.

"Hey, where's Traci?" I call down the hallway, remembering her car wasn't in the driveway.

"She's staying at Jake's tonight." Mikayla calls back.

"Oh.. Night Mik." I yell, before I enter my room.

"Night Lil. Love you" she calls back.

"Mhmm.." I mumble under my breath. I never was one to be compassionate and wear my heart on my sleeve, but Mikayla knows that and never expects a reply, so long as I don't expect her to stop saying it. That's how we do things around here. She puts up with my issues, and I put up with hers. But we still love each other unconditionally none the less.

I flop down on my bed and immediately begin to go over the events of the day. Not only had I failed to find my brother and convince him to stop meddling with lives, but I had to go and become the worlds biggest hypocrite. Not only had I committed murder, but I also.. Oh my god! I suddenly remember the reason why I had hurried home. I almost revealed my identity to some girl. How could I be so stupid!? What had come over me? I would never do something so stupid. Why couldn't I move? Why couldn't I just say no and keep walking? Why did that girl have this weird affect on me?

I brush off all the thoughts, realizing that I'll never get to sleep if I keep beating myself up for my mistakes. I let out a frustrated sigh and drift off into sleep.


Ok so there's the second chapter. I wrote this right after I wrote the first one, if I posted it, then that means enought people wanted me to continue. Or I didn't give a shit whether anyone reviewed, and I posted it anyways. :] Oh well, you'll probably thank me later regardless. I have a feeling this story will be good, so just stick with me people. Oh yeah, and reviews would be nice. ;]