Watched The Five earlier.
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I stayed at the vigil long enough to dry off, was given some clean clothes and the use of a shower, all without questions as to who I was, where I was from, or why I needed to know where the hunters were. I stayed in Old City for a few days, waiting for the hype over the hunter's body to die down before I left.
When I tried to however, I found that Drusus knew where I was. I ended up surrounded and being driven into a dead-end three nights after the vigil.
Out of desperation, I pictured the church hall and made sure my stomach pinched.
I fell into the Priests arms, having been caught in the shoulder at the last minute.
"Kel!" He helped me stand, "That's how you got in!" He laughed.
"Father Edwards! The Sanctuary, where is it?"
"Is everything ok?"
Tears came to my eyes. "Closest shave I've ever had. I can't get that close again."
Edwards nodded, "South, three blocks, turn left. Can't miss it."
"Thank you." I hugged him and left quickly.
I ran out, but straight into one of the three. I had met him before, Matt.
H threw me into the wall then shoved me into one of the others, a woman this time. I sliced through the air, just inches from her face as I fell, making her step back. Seizing the chance, I got my balance back and turned back to Matt. I went for his face too, but he caught my arm, lifted it above my head and shot me in the stomach.
In a moment of panic I pictured the great front door of the Sanctuary. My stomach pinched around the new wound, sending spikes of intense pain through to my legs and shoulders. The force of it made my entire body clench when we reappeared inside the gothic building. I screamed out in pain, only being held up through the ordeal by Matt's hand. He let go instead of holding on and tried to leave through the door.
I grabbed his ankle from the floor and flashed again to another room, hopeful there would be no walls nearby. I was right.
Pain pulsed through me once more, slightly less intense than the last wave. I pulled on Matt's ankle so he fell flat on his face. Holding onto my stomach, I fled, only to be hit once more. The shoulder his time.
When I tried to teleport a third time, pain coursed through my neck and head. I screamed out, only managing to get to the other side of a wall where I fell down and knocked over a table and vase.
Curling up, I sobbed, yelling in pain each time I tried to move. Someone came through the door and ran over to me. "How did you get in."
"Bo-b-bounty hun-unter." I choked out.
Whoever it was started to examine my shoulder. Though the wound was almost healed and the bullet fell into his hand, the pain still flowed in my arm.
"Stay here, we'll find the hunter." And with that, my visitor was gone, in the same way I had arrived. After I saw, I longed to tell him what the bullets did when I teleported.
Lying there, I brought my breathing under control and tried to stand. My recovery was quickly interrupted. Matt came through a nearby door, and, in desperation I flashed behind him and started to run down the corridor, holding down my head when I heard gun shots.
The shock of a third bullet almost forced me to teleport. I had no control over it as I jumped randomly down the corridors.
Running and flashing, running, running, flash, run, run, run, flash, flash.
With each teleport I stumbled and shook, screaming as I went.
Elevator!
I ran inside, closing the door and curling up in the corner, trying to regain control again.
I had my claws at the ready when the door opened, but behind it was a smaller man than the one I had met.
"New recruit?" I didn't answer.
"What's going on?" He knelt beside me.
Shuffling to get comfortable, I tried to speak to him, "Bounty hunter, chasing me, got in. Bullets, they burn."
"Where?"
"Upstairs."
The latest visitor pressed a button on the control panel.
The doors closed on that floor and moments later opened on a similar, but familiarly blood-stained floor. Another, taller and far more intimidating man stood there; when he spoke I noticed he was the first one I met. He helped me up and carried me, my arm around his shoulder, through the corridor while the other went the opposite way.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Kel."
"I'm John. It'll be okay Kel. There are cameras in every inch of the building."
Gunshots sounded from far away.
John looked behind us and told me where he was taking me, the infirmary.
Making my way there, I held my stomach tightly, waiting for the wound to heal. The movement was by no means helping.
Opening the door, I found exactly who I didn't want to.
