Kayla sprinted as fast as she could through the streets of Perdido Beach. People stared as she flashed by, but no-one followed her. She reached the safety of the trees quickly, barely breathing hard from the mile-long run. It had taken her less than a minute. Over sixty miles per hour. Cheetah speed. She slowed to a walk for a while, weaving deeper into the green. She knew that she would not feel safe until she was in the heart of the forest.
Her shaking gradually slowed, as the adrenalin in her veins faded away. She was scared. Not of Sam, or of Caine. Of what she had almost done. Again. Her instincts were too strong. Fight or flight. She had managed to flee this time, but that didn't mean that she hadn't wanted to fight. To win. To... kill. She shook her head viciously.
"No!" she shouted, out loud. "No. Not again. Not again." She sank to the floor, knuckles pressed against her forehead, knees pulled up to her chest. "Please. Not again." She whispered to the trees.
Sam stared out of the door after the strange girl. He was unsure exactly what had happened. All he knew was, things had gotten dangerous, and fast. He didn't know how he knew it, but he appreciated that he had just come very close to death, or at least to a painful injury. Call it instinct, or intuition, but something told him that the girl was dangerous. So why did he want to go after her?
Astrid burst back in, then. She came up short, evidently not expecting him to still be here.
"I sent Taylor to find you" she told him stonily. Somehow, Sam knew what her next words would be before she said them. "I've called a meeting."
"Why?" he asked, keeping his voice deadpan, his face unreadable. He thought he knew her answer again, and was not disappointed.
"Some kids saw a strange girl running into the forest a while ago. Most think she's a mutant, because she ran faster than should be possible. Not Brianna fast, but still." Astrid said tonelessly. "She might be a threat."
"What makes you think that?"
"We haven't heard anything from Caine's lot since the power plant..." she trailed off for a second, before continuing. "Who's to say she doesn't work for him?" She asked, not expecting an answer. Sam didn't give her one. He didn't want the council knowing, just yet. There was no point, until... until he had more information. He had to find out more. Alone. But first, he had a meeting to attend.
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