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Chapter 3: Control

"You're so fake," Charlie let out an airy laugh. I looked up at him from my notes and knitted my brows together, "What?" I asked leaning back in my chair and folding my arms together. I had been seeing Charlie as his councillor for a couple months now. I had grown fond of the boy, not so much his mutation. It got a tad bit frustrating when you couldn't keep your emotions to yourself. Every change in mood was broadcasted to him. He looked at me a sent me smug grin. Charlie who was once the quiet boy who came into my room and murmured me his problems was now very open about his feelings, open enough to even call me out on things.

He reached into his bag of Doritos, munched on a few and began to speak, "You really don't like your job. You hate being here. You're a complete phony to your patients. I can't help but imagine you're a completely different person outside of school. I would probably pass you on the street and not even know it was you," he chewed thoughtfully.

"Huh?" I raised an eyebrow, "I couldn't pay attention to what you were saying with all that fake potato and cheese rolling around in your mouth," I mused with a ghost of a smirk. I wouldn't reply to his accusation directly. I never did. During Charlie's appointments he liked to turn the subject of our conversations about me. It slightly irritated me. Our sessions were about him, he was seeing me about his issues, not the other way around.

I glanced at the clock and felt a bolt of excitement crash into my chest. "Well, aren't you excited?" he teased, "It must be quitting time then," the corners of Charlie's mouth raised to an unnatural degree. I ignored his comment and began filing things away, shutting down my laptop and shoving things half hazardly into my laptop satchel. "Well Charlie, I suppose we better call it a day," I gave him an ignorant smile as I shrugged on my coat. I got up and opened the door, waiting for him to slowly rise and drag his feet out of my office before I closed the door and locked it.

Before I went home for the night I decided to stop off at local grocery store. The automatic glass doors slid open with ease as I entered. Grabbing a green grocery basket I ventured in; dropping things in the basket I didn't necessarily need. I suppose I was stalling on going home. I loved my apartment, my neighbours were old and unfriendly; all except one old lady who liked to bake me pies. But, I painted and furnished it myself which made me proud. However, it was lonely and sometimes tedious to be there. I lived alone in a two bedroom apartment. I don't bring friends over, I didn't have any, nor did I really want any and I didn't have any pets only for the fact that the landlord did not allow dogs and I hated cats with a passion. I tried having a goldfish but I forgot about it and it died.

I reached in the store fridge for a carton of milk and dropped it in the basket and shuffled over to the next aisle for a box of crackers. As I made my way into the aisle I stood beside a man whom which I sent a small smile to as I scanned the shelves for my favourite brand. He stood in front of the crackers with me rubbing his hands together which made a sandpaper hitting wood noise. He was extremely distracting as I continued to look for my crackers. The man continued to fidget in other ways and I narrowed my eyes at him in annoyance. He wore a black hoodie with a pair of washed out jeans and a very large black beanie upon his head. I didn't really have a chance to scan his face for he noticed me staring and sent me a look which I immediately turned my attention back to my crackers. Instant joy swelled within me once I found them I hurriedly placed them in the basket and made my way to the checkout.

At the checkout I was behind a woman with her daughter. The small girl turned around and peered up at me I gave her a small smile and she returned it with a wide grin. "I like your hair," she beamed up at me pointing a small finger towards the mass of curls that tumbled down my shoulders down to just below my breasts. I had let it out of my up do before entering the store, preferring my hair to be free and loose at the time. I could imagine it looked like a wild mess but none the less I gave her another small smile, "Thank you," her mother looked back at me and gave me a half smile as she fished through her wallet for money. "What's your name?" the small voice rang again. "Olivia, how about yours?" I sat my basket down on the belt and crouched to her level placing my hand out for a shake, "Nadine!" she chimed and placed her small hand in mine. I began to shake it and-

"OPEN THE REGISTER!" a voice cut through the innocent conversation the young girl and I had. The girls mother let out a small shriek of surprise as she came stumbling towards me as the owner of the voice pushed her, I caught her and held her steady and looked behind her to the direction of the male voice. My eyes came upon the very man that stood beside me in the cracker aisle. He held a semi automatic in his hands pointed towards the cashier who was visibly sweating while she let out small whimpers. "OPEN THE REGISTER," he repeated again forcing the head of the gun into the cashier's stomach. She started to shake and sob but still stood her ground. I stood there very still with narrowed eyes. The woman that was in front of me was now stood cowering behind me with her daughter clutching her from behind. I heard a shriek and a small yelp from behind me, "YOU HEARD HIM, OPEN UP," I turned around so fast I almost gave myself whip lash. My eyes came in contact with another man similarly dressed to the other one he held the girl close to his body with a shotgun to the little girl, Nadine's head. My eyes scanned for her mother and I ground my teeth together as I spotted her lying on the floor with a minor head injury; she wasn't dead just passed out from a blow to the head. "Now open it up, and her head doesn't get blown off," the one holding Nadine threatened his eyes staring hard at the cashier. "Forget it J, I'll just put one in her, you shoot them and we'll be good to go," the man from the cracker aisle suggested. "Do it," the man holding Nadine nodded. I could hear my heart beat in my ears and my palms began to sweat. I glanced at Nadine and her frightened face and then I looked towards the young sobbing cashier. An unheard growl escaped my throat. These two ladies were young, hadn't even begun to live their lives yet and they were going to end tonight. Something inside me didn't agree with that.

That's when it happened. I snapped. Years upon years of pent up power released and I couldn't do anything about it. My body started moving, stepping forward, I tried to resist and stand still which made my steps shaky and hesitant. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" The man from the cracker aisle turned towards me, "MOVE ONE MORE TIME AND SHE'S DEAD," he shouted. I didn't heed his warning, instead I could sense my mutation concentrating on him and not two seconds later the man doubled over and started to throw up the contents from his stomach I didn't notice till another couple seconds after the fact that the man behind me was doing the same. "J, what the hell?" the one rasped out. I looked behind me to the man on his knees still holding Nadine but throwing up on the side she looked even more frightened. I could feel panic swell in my breast and I tried to will my abilities to stop. "The child, she must be a mutant," the one by the cashier gagged, "Shoot her."

I had been 7 years old when I first discovered my abilities. When I turned thirteen and it happened that's when I promised myself never to use them again. Especially the one ability that ruined my entire life and lost me my family. Tonight, I broke that promise; and I couldn't even control it.

I let out a struggled chain of noises as I could feel my mutation react to my emotions. I didn't want that little girl to be shot. She was just too young and had a great life ahead of her. My eyes narrowed in on his finger on the trigger and I glared, within that split second the hand on the trigger loosened, the guns clattered onto the floor and I watched the body holding Nadine turn limp and hit the floor. In unison with that I could also hear someone behind me hit the ground as well. Nadine scrambled towards her mother's body and started to shake her. I turned around to see the man from the cracker aisle lifeless on the ground. I took a breath in and stared at the cashier who had her fearful eyes directed towards me. My heart hammered in my chest and I had to struggle to control my breathing, "You never saw me."

I barrelled through the hallways to my apartment shoving past any unlucky individual in my way. I jammed my keys into my front door and thrust myself inside immediately heading to my bedroom towards the back of the apartment. My breath was ragged and my hair wound its way into my eyes. I forced open my closet door and hurriedly reached for the black duffle on the top shelf. I jammed clothes, toiletries, jewellery, my purse, and anything else that looked valuable or necessary to take. I darted to my front door with the duffle hanging over my shoulder and scanned over my apartment one last time. I felt a tug at my heart strings and swallowed the invisible ball in my throat.

Storming outside I sped walked to my silver Neon and wretched the driver's side open throwing the duffle in the passenger's seat. I glanced back to my apartment and a small sob escaped my lips. I cursed at myself and got in the vehicle, revving the engine to life and peeling out of the parking lot.

I shook and trembled as I could hear the sirens in the distance. The grocery store wasn't far away from my apartment building so the sirens in the distance added to my panicked state. I drove for awhile till I hit the bank. I shot out of the car and ran into the bank, quietly thanking that I had some luck today and that there wasn't a line. I pulled all my savings from my account and quickly left. Using my card anywhere would leave a credit trail. I silently praised myself at my smart and quick thinking in my state of panic but then scorned myself for watching too much TV.

I drove for what seemed like hours. It almost felt like it took the whole day to reach the border to Canada when in reality it took only an hour and a half. During my drive flashes of the bodies hitting the floor in the grocery store plagued my mind; I could still hear their lifeless bodies hitting the floor. I inwardly shuttered and held in the tears the prodded at my tear ducts. I couldn't cry, I needed to stay together and think of a plan. Canada seemed like the better choice. It was a whole new country, hopefully the cops wouldn't find me there and I silently hoped the security camera footage wasn't to detailed or high quality. Now that I had the time to think about it, I shouldn't have fled. If I found myself being accused of being a mutant and killing those two men I should of just played dumb and acted just as confused as they were about how two healthy men could suddenly just collapse dead without being touched. I swore aloud, how could I have been so stupid? So impulsive. I continued to give myself mental beatings even after I crossed the border and began looking for a cheap motel for the night. I hadn't eaten since lunch but I didn't feel the urge or need to. My mind and emotions were on overdrive and I couldn't concentrate on the thought of eating something. I finally pulled into a motel called The Sleepy Orchard.

I collapsed on the rickety queen sized bed and stared up at the ceiling. The ceiling had brown stains from water bleeding through and the ceiling light had dead bugs stuck to it. I scrunched my nose up. What was I going to do now? Where would I go? Questions reeled through my mind. Questions that I didn't know if I would ever have answers to. I lied awake for majority of the night thinking of places to go and things to do but I came up blank. Eventually I tired myself out and my over thinking mind finally gave out. My eyes drooped closed and I snuggled closer to the pillows which smelled like cat litter and wet dog. I missed my old pillows.

Would I have to get used to this?