Alice held up yet another shirt in front of herself, wondering whenever the red or blue color would suit her better. Behind her a pile of clothing had already been tried on, and some of them would be purchased, while others were far less flattering. If Alice wanted too, she could just have used her visions to determine what would be the best fit, and skip the whole ordeal in the dressing room. But Alice liked to shop, it was one of the few passions she actually could explore, and so she blocked her visions and tried each piece of clothing.

At this point it had almost turned into a tradition that whenever she moved, she brought new clothing as well. She knew it was a waste of money, and she knew there was nothing that stopped her from using what she already owned, but she liked to follow the latest fashion. She always made sure to donate her clothing, knowing someone else might be able to use it and didn't want to let her old clothing go to waste.

But it truly just felt good to buy something new, and Alice felt like it was her only option to experiment with her personality and style. Through the last month she had worn dark jeans and a black leather jacket, but now she was ready to wear some color, although she preferred the darker tones of red, blue and green. Most people probably experimented with their personality through social interaction, but since Alice didn't go to school and couldn't have any friends, style was the closest she got to challenge and change her personality.

And so Alice settled on the red shirt, knowing it would go well with the new light blue denim jeans she just brought. Humming to herself she grabbed all of her bags, along with her purse, backpack and the clothing she intended to buy. Her old clothing had already been given to a nearby thrift shop, and all Alice owned at the moment was her backpack and motorcycle. And her backpack was mostly filled with cash, her computer, and a layer of fabric to hide it all. Not that Alice had hidden all her cash in her backpack so anyone could get access to it.

And as soon as she got to her next place, she would make sure they were stored somewhere else, preferable under a floorboard or somewhere alike. The good thing was Alice would know if someone planned to enter her room, and would be able to remove all of her things before someone got a chance to search through the room. Because the sad truth about Alice was that she actually rarely got out of the motels she stayed in. Most of all afraid someone might spot her, although the risk was rather low, and because she didn't have any friends or went to school.

But Alice didn't really care, to be honest she didn't even miss school and considered herself to be perfectly fine.

Thinking about how she might go watch a movie one of these days, Alice began to walk toward the cashier, when she eyed a pair of shoes. They were made in cognac brown leather, with black shoelaces and looked like a fashionable short boot, and Alice instantly knew it would complete her new look. But this time she didn't want to go back and try them on, and simply grabbed the right size according to her quick visions.

And after paying for everything in cash Alice walked away with all of her bags, and headed toward the nearest coffee store, another one of her small routines.

Although she had been born into a somewhat wealthy family, Alice's mother had never been given much money to run the household, and therefore Alice and her little sister were rarely given new clothing. But whenever Alice or her sister desperately needed new boots or a coat, Alice recalled how they all went to the local mall, and it was perhaps some of the fondest memories Alice had. She could still recall how her mother held onto her hand, and how she would smile at both of them, listening to everything they said.

Alice had loved her mother dearly, and her death had devastated the young girl as she had lost the only person who truly loved her. Her mother had in fact been the only one who truly understood her, and only encouraged Alice to use her gift despite how strange it might have been. She was also the one who had helped her control it, because as a child seeing the future had been overwhelming and hard to navigate through, but her mother had supported her every step of the way.

And from an early age she had taught Alice it was best to stay quiet about it. Even when it came to her own dad.

By the mere thought of her dad Alice felt shivers run through her body, and quickly tried to think about something else. Which was easy, as Alice got close to a Starbuck and immediately went in to get a cup of coffee. Alicce wasn't entirely sure how people survived without coffee, and she prefered hers to be black and filled with sugar as it made her feel hyper and awake.

"Anything else?" a bored teenager behind the desk asked, and wrote the name Violet on Alice's cup. Alice never informed her actual name to anyone, not even the lazy teenager filled with pimples, who probably couldn't care less, because Alice didn't like to take any chances.

"That should be about it!" Alice said happily, and tried to ignore her irritation toward the claimed barista as she paid in cash, and waited for the lazy girl to make her coffee.

Although Alice knew she shouldn't be so tough on this girl. Truth to be told, it could have been Alice who worked as a barista, if her mother hadn't died and she would have been forced to run away from home. Alice actually knew she would have been this girl, seeing how her dad never spent money on anything, and as a teenager Alice would have been forced to earn her own money if she wanted anything.

But it never came to that and Alice's life had turned out rather differently. But thankfully she did not have to work like this.

When the coffee was done, Alice grabbed her cup, planning to find a spot inside the place to sit down and have a quiet moment to herself. She already knew where she was going to stay for the next month, and would go to the nearby motel afterwards, but there was no reason to rush it. In her visions Alice could see she would be offered a far more private room in the back, if she waited and checked in around five.

But just as she took the first step toward a nearby table, flashes began to appear in front of Alice's eyes at a fast pace, and she could barely follow everything that was happening.

The first image was of two beautiful people visiting what looked like a pawn shop. Both of them were truly beautiful, and one of them was big as a bear with dark curls and dimples, while the other was a more slender boy with bronze colored reddish hair. But both of them were inhumanely pretty, and Alice immediately realized she had seen them somewhere before, but where?

But in her vision she saw them looking through all the jewels, until one of them held up a piece of jewelry Alice had seen before. It was the same one Riley had been looking at, the silver necklace with a big fat ruby, and the big guy seemed to buy it with a smile.

And another vision appeared, one filled with a lot of beautiful people, and the two men were in it as well. And they were sitting around a table, discussing something Alice couldn't understand, but she noticed a blond woman now was wearing the necklace they brought, and fear crept down Alice's spine. She was the one who had stolen that necklace, and she could only assume these were the people she had stolen it from.

But then fifteen new visions flashed in front of her eyes, and these people seemed to be undecided on what to do. In one vision she could see them knocking at Riley's door, pushing him to the wall, and demanding something Alice couldn't understand. In another, nothing happened, but she could see a sleek black car following Riley from a distance, while someone seemed to be following him on foot as well.

And in a third vision Riley was still alive and well in his basement, but a bag had been pulled over his head, and a young man with honey blond curls and golden eyes was staring at him. Although he couldn't see him, or any of the others that surrounded him.

Different scenarios flashed through Alice's brain, and she couldn't understand much of it, never having tried something like this before.

But other visions began to appear in front of her eyes.

One of her running through the woods, scared and terrified while she tried to get away from something. And another of a dark shadow looming over her, probably trying to kill her, while she screamed in horror. And one of her lying in the trunk of a car, crying and screaming while they drove her god knows where.

There was also a glimpse of her, driving away on her motorcycle, trying to get as far from Seattle as possible.

But the last vision was the strangest yet, as Alice saw herself running through the woods in broad daylight… and she looked pretty. Like real pretty. She even seemed happy, and could only assume she had gone through some kind of medical treatment, because she had never looked that good or that pale. And beside her a man was running, smiling as they held hands, and to her surprise the man was the one with the golden eyes and honey colored hair.

And in another flash Alice saw her own eyes, happy, but to her surprise and shock they seemed to be red.

But before Alice could do anything about it, she was back in the real world, blinking as the Starbuck store appeared in front of her once more. To her own surprise she had dropped her coffee on the floor, and it's dark color had stained her jeans, but at this point she didn't care.

"Uhmm… are you like… okay?" the teenage barista asked, but Alice didn't hear her as she stormed out of the shop. So many feelings were going through her at that moment, although fear was the most prominent one. She might not understand just what her visions had shown her, but she was certain about one thing.

Someone was trying to get to her, and she needed to get the hell out of Seattle.