Hey there, quick note: Chase's power has been changed and mistakes in the previous chapter have been corrected, all those who were utterly confused by my bad writing skills I do apologize, Chase was originally called Jasper but I did a little switch-a-roony so hey monkeys. Any-doodles, hope you like this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Dedicated to Sarcastrophy (I do apologize if I have spelt this wrong) and xxx-benedictbrothersfan-xxx because I love you two as well.
Please bare with me, this is my first story and I'm still changing a few things around, at the moment it seems to be Chase's Savant Power, thank you to all those reading.
EJ x
We shuffled along the ledge carefully. Xavier had long since left the room. Probably searching the hospital or frantically calling his brothers. I looked out onto the car park, the city alive with lights behind that and the Hudson in the far distance. The waters dark and calm looking. But also flashed dangerous to anyone with a sense of safety. I enjoyed being in water it had a calming effect.
An adorable young girl with down Syndrome, clutching a caramel teddy to her chest, watched us. She had ribbons in her hair tying the two plaits and a purple ski coat with pink and blue circles. Her mother was rushing behind her, settling a smaller child in a pram.
My eyes suddenly drawn to the entrance a few meters in front of her. Xavier had run out. I gasped. The little girl saw me get Eris's attention.
"Benedict!" I hissed. Eris and Chase stopped. The girl drew a circle with her finger in the air and Xavier flipped over, landing on his back in the center of the road. She smiled, slicing her finger horizontally in the air, knocking him back to the road when he tried to get to his feet. She grinned at us. Eris waved at her, in awe of her cuteness. "Let's go." Her mother caught her, I felt bad thinking the girl, who didn't even know us was going to get into trouble but the mother smiled at her instead, tapping her nose and giving her a big squeeze.
"Aww, that's so..." Eris started.
"Eris, not now." She frowned at me and followed Chase around the side of the building. Chase had stopped and it was very easy to see what he was thinking.
It was quite a jump, from the ledge to the next building. It was two floors lower in height and a couple meters in between that building and the one we were currently standing on.
Eris leaped from the edge, diving over the gap, arms out to the side and forward rolling as she just reached the building, landing neatly on one knee, one foot both hands on the ground. She hissed, forgetting her hands were burnt beneath the bandages that covered most of her arm beneath the leather. She stood up and ran to the front looking for Xavier. Chase jumped like he was jumping over a puddle.
"He's coming!" Xavier ran between the two buildings. I jumped, flying above him. Bring my legs over to land on my feet. I smiled down at him. Blowing him a teasing kiss. I ran across the rooftop with Eris as Chase had already darted ahead, taking a different direction.
Meet you back at the hotel, Chase said.
Yep. We ran along the buildings passing some sort of security gate that Xav couldn't get passed in time to catch us.
I jumped form the building. Landing neatly, looking around for anyone. No one, just dumpsters. We were safe for now. Now disappeared very quickly. The sound of shoe to wet, gritty floor echoed through the alley. Xav skidded to a stop by the gate.
I looked up to Eris. She was facing forward, jumping off and back-flipping like a diver. I could never do it, I was always afraid I'd hit my head.
"Sorry, didn't know we gain points for style." I said sourly. She frowned at me. Xav getting out his phone.
"I like doing that." She shrugged. I shook my head. We ran down the dark, drippy and foul-smelling alley way, slowing for a second at the road and crossing into an even darker, even drippier, even smellier alley way. Fire escapes lined one side, skip dumps and trash lined the other. It was an obstacle course. There was shouting from the apartments above, howling dog's, cars running along wet roads. We crossed another road towards a park. Clambering up a brick wall onto a steep hill of trees and wilderness, I turned to pull Eris - who just scraped 5 foot 4 - up onto the hill but her underarms and checking we weren't being followed at the same time. With my eyes and using energy. He wasn't far, but he wasn't very close. Eris looked for a second before following me. We walked up the eerie and damp forest. Ivy covering the floor, the ivy leaves wet from earlier rain soaking through my jeans and onto my ankles and shins. I heard Eris slip behind me.
"Umf." She hurried back to her feet, nearly slipping again. Her front was wet now, her elbows very muddy from using them instead of her hands and sleeves a little dirty.
"It's those boots, the grip on the soles has worn out." I informed. She looked up at me. "You need knew ones."
"They're perfectly fine." She said walking past me. We reached the top, using trees to help us when it got steeper. The skyline of a city of skyscrapers still lit up like Christmas trees, stood not far past a few benches, cherub water fountain and rose beds. The hotel wasn't far. Rented by our keeper. He would be the man who trained us. Martin Gonzales.
We made it in record time. 3 minutes, 21 seconds. Nearly being run over a few times.
"You're back." Chase grinned, when we walked in. He checked his watched and nodded. Pursing his lips. "Record time."
"Put a sock in it Chase." I said.
"Why?" He laughed.
"If you don't she'll shove it down your throat instead." Eris smiled, leaning over the mini bar, reaching for the fridge. The hotel room was on a color theme of black and glassy blue, sophisticated colors.
The carpet was white and the floor to ceiling windows were tinted blue. The over head wood was painted black. There were some parts of the floor varnished wood instead of carpet. All the designer furniture had a big price tag, you could tell. A flat screen stood high on the wall in front of the circular sofa's and glass coffee table.
I walked into my room; one of three. Throwing my jacket on the méridienne. Each with king size beds and silky sheets. Big windows which floods of blue tinted light came threw each morning. My floor was wooden, the bed was low like a Japanese bed. Bedside table. Below the mattress and the black painted-wooden frame of the bed was a plastic border running around the whole thing which blue light also came through. It screamed money and sophistication.
I walked straight to the connected bathroom, reaching into the glass cubicle and turning on the water. I stripped off throwing the dirty clothes in the large white tub. Everything was shiny black granite, silver steel, glass or the white of the sink, tub and shower floor. The large vanity mirror hung above the sink opposite the shower. The hot water had steamed up the glass. The heat hits me, almost suffocating me. But the water hits my skin and all tension runs away with the water. I stand there, letting my muscles relax. I rolled my neck. I remembered the gauze around my wrist. Clenching my teeth and ignoring the pain, I yanked it off my wrist and flung it over the shower sides.
I found Eris on my bed doing headstands against the wall when I got out the shower. Using her elbows and wearing her glasses that belong in the nineties, although you could not see them from the black skirt of her dress was all in her face. She wore white shorts underneath and another par of just below the knee boots. She's 17; looks 15; acts 7. "What are you...?"
"AAHH!" She toppled off the bed, landing on the floor. Her glasses wonky on her battered face. She was lucky, the bruises were only red-pink, they hadn't gone purple or blue. But the cuts were still obvious.
"...doing?" I finished. She refocused her eyes and adjusted the glasses.
"Ow." She moaned, one of the cut dripping a little blood.
"Why are you wearing them?" I inquired, taking a tissue out of the box.
"I was reading small print." She informed. I held out my hand and pulled her to her feet. She jumped to a standstill, taking the tissue and dabbing her face.
"What have you had?" I asked, crossing to the closet.
"One of those mini bottles of sherbet, some Cotton candy and a handful of Candy corn." She smiled, flinging the glasses onto the bed. "I'm saving the lollipops for later." She nodded, tapping her boot. I laughed shaking my head. "Marty wants us to be dressed elegantly, says were meeting the target tonight."
"We?" I called, gripping the towel to my body with one hand whilst searching threw my closet with the other. Sometimes we had to get information from our marks before we...well, got rid of them.
Sometimes I worry about you Jazz. Honestly if anyone could read my mind, they'd think I'm a psychopath that has conversations with the voices in my head. Having the gift of life force mean't i could bring most things to life. Which obviously meant my conscience had an input and there was nothing I could do about it.
"Well, you as usual I have to sit with Greta and Marty. But this time Chase has to suffer with me." She laughed, clearly enjoying that fact. She rolled of the bed onto her feet and padded over to me. She elbowed me out of my closet. She folded her bandaged arms. She had changed into a short sleeved knee length black satin qipao with a silver flower design with the mandarin collar, straight lapel, strap buttons and slits up the sides. She elbowed me in the ribs. "OW!" The bandages ended a few inches above the elbow and looked like she was wearing white gloves.
"Marty, sent over a dress." She pointed behind me to the dress bag.
"Oh." Eris helped me get into it, explaining about how the restaurant we were going to was Chinese and Greta wanted her to look the part. But there was no way she was wearing the little slip on shoes.
Within a few minutes it was on. I was admiring myself in the mirror whilst Eris fumbled with the zip, trying to zip it up without hurting herself. It was strapless, shiny sea blue dress also sweeping the floor. There was a lighter blue sash tied around my midriff multiple times for design and black was over the top of the skirt.
"Done." Eris said. We looked at each other in the mirror. "Don't we look amazing!" She giggled, bumping my shoulder with her head.
"We sure do."
Chase politely knocked on the door. He smiled, in his three piece suit. "You girls look great, but we're leaving, so let's move." Eris growled and walked past him.
"Great?" She inquired. "Not amazing? Drop dead gorgeous?" He opened his mouth. "DON'T even say it!" She walked out. He turned to me.
"Shall we?" He asked.
"Yea let's go kill someone." I sighed, walking out after Eris.
"Normally you just say, 'we-shall' Jazz." Chase informed. I laughed.
"I'm not normal, Chase."
"No, you're really not."
Again thank you for baring with me.
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