Now, there was a woman who sat alone on the far side of the bar. She wore a cowboy hat, black leather jacket, blue jeans and a black top. Her brown hair hung around her shoulders. She looked like she had been on her own, out in the streets, for sometime now. When she took off her jacket the bartender saw a vine tattoo on her left arm that had faded over the years. The brim of her hat hide her face and from the looks of her, she didn't look a day older than twenty-five.
When the woman took a sip of her Miller Light, the bartender saw a scar, or what he thought was a scar, around her left eye. The weird thing was that the scar was dark blue! He walked over to her and smiled. Business was slow so he could afford to have a conversation without some moron trying to bust his head open.
"So what's your story?" the Bartender asked as he cleaned a glass.
"What makes you so sure I have a story to tell?" The woman said.
"I don't know. I guess it's something in the look."
"What look?"
"The staring off into space look. I've seen many women, younger than you, come in her with that look. They just sit and stare. Half the time they don't even know when a guy is hitting on them."
"I don't see a guy hitting on me."
"What do you call what I'm doing right know?"
The woman smiled. She had not had anyone hit on her in along time. In away she missed it but in away not really.
"What's you're name?" The woman asked.
"Steve. Who are you?"
"Let's just say I'm a friend of someone who's been here before. He recommended this place."
"Really?" Steve said now knowing that the woman wasn't going to tell him her name and he was fine with that as long as he got to talk with her.
"I saw you staring at me a little while ago." The woman said as she took off her hat to reveal the full length of the scar. "I got this in a battle when I was fifteen."
"Oh. So you were in the army?"
"Not exactly. Um...Any mutants come in here?" The woman asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah, if you're thinking I don't like them, your wrong. My best friend is a mutant. He can move things with his mind. He told me what it was called but I can't remember. It started with a T I think."
"Telekinesis."
"Yeah. That's it. He's telekinetic. So you got any powers?"
"Maybe. I just mite be able to do the same thing your friend can do and..."
The woman closed her eyes and finished her sentence in Steve's mind. I am telepathic.
"What does that mean?" He asked aloud.
It means that I can talk with out speaking. I can read other people's thoughts if they so allow me to do. I can also shoot lasers from my fingers on my right hand.
"Steve," the woman said aloud.
"Yeah?"
"You've got customers." She pointed to the two men who just walked into the door. One was over weight and ugly and the other had blond hair, thin and cute. Both men sat at the bar across the way from the woman.
"I'll be right back." Steve said and the woman nodded.
"Evenin' Bill, Paul. What can I get yah?" Steve asked as he threw a clean towel over his shoulder.
"A Bud for me." Bill said.
"Coffee, black for me." Paul said.
When Steve turned around to fill the men's orders Paul began to talk. "You hear that there's a deadly thing running around, Steve?"
"No. I hadn't heard that one yet. So what is it doing eating everyone alive like the last rumor?"
"C'mon Steve. I serious." Paul said
Steve turned back around to give the men their drinks.
"I hear." Bill started. "that if it touches your forehead with its palm you're dead with in seconds."
"Oh really?" Steve said. "Who's on the case?"
"The police I hope." Paul said after he took a drink of his coffee.
"Um... I heard that Luke Davidson was on the case." Bill said after he finished his beer.
"Didn't he get married last month?" Paul asked.
"No, he proposed to Essara, his partner but she turned him down. He was in here for awhile. He must have gotten over it because he hasn't been in here in a while." Steve said.
The woman had heard everything she needed to know. She put her money on the table, grabbed her hat and jacket and walked out without a word to Steve.
"What's her problem?" Bill asked.
"I'll be back." Steve said.
"Looks like Steve's got a new girlfriend." Paul said.
"Shut up!" Steve threw the towel at Paul as he walked out the door. He was running after the woman but he only found that she had left the scene with out a trace. Something in him told him that he would never she that woman again.