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Author: Truest Tears

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Paths

Chapter 2: A Dangerous Road

The air was contaminated with the smoke of the recent explosions. People ran madly for cover, knocking each other over in the process, desperate to get away from the danger.

Only one person remained in place. A woman.

Rooted by fear or by indecision?

She knew that someone was going to die that day, a young woman with brownish hair and a friendly smile, unless someone interfered.

They would all be fighting, paying no attention to the man with the gun, until a single shot rang out, and the young girl crumpled.

I quickly slipped through the throngs of wild people, edging towards the building. There was a fire escape that led up to the fifth floor, but I "saw" that a burst of lightning would suddenly hit it and I would be killed before I reached the fifth floor.

That morning while getting dressed she had seen that something was going to happen where it would be best to have comfortable, practical clothes and shoes, so she had worn army-green leggings with a slim brown belt, a sleeveless blouse and a jacket. I had also tied up my hair into a French braid.

I slipped through an emergency exit and climbed the stairs two at a time, heading for the top floor where the fight was.

When I reached it, slightly breathless I saw that there had been considerable damage done to the surrounding walls and floors.

Hurrying through mounds of rubble and chunks of broken plaster I reached a door. Through a small window I could see the fight taking place.

In a corner I spotted the girl who was going to die.

She had a quite unmistakable face, even though now she was not smiling as she concentrated on beating up a man dressed completely in black.

I put my hand on the doorknob and "saw" that if I crawled quietly I would not be detected, until I came to where the man was with the gun.

Approaching quietly, I picked up a spare piece of wood that had been blown off of the ceiling and crept up behind him. I raised it above my head and brought it down with all the force that I could muster.

He crumpled silently.

But then I got another vision, and I looked up in time to see a spike being thrown at the brown-haired girl.

"Kitty, phase!" I yelled, the first words that came to mind.

The girl suddenly went translucent, and the spike passed right through her without leaving a scratch.

But I had known, all along…

It was either her or me.

As I had stood below on the streets I had "seen" that either I or Kitty would die that day, and that absolutely nothing could stop it.

I was going to die.

The metal spike whizzed through the air, headed directly for me, and I closed my eyes, and looked at my death.

It would be quick and clean. There would be little blood, and I would only feel one very sharp jab of pain, before the world went extremely light, and the air filled with golden rays—

I was yanked to the side so viciously that my neck snapped. I landed heavily on a pile of very sharp, broken pieces of cement and opened my eyes, gasping at the stars that danced mockingly in front of my face.

After the light that I had experienced the world seemed very dark.

I looked up to see that the brown-haired girl was standing there in her normal form, her intelligent eyes filled with worry.

Other people were beginning to gather around.

There was a man with sunglasses, a woman with very red hair, and a few other faces, but when I looked directly up I almost smiled, that bittersweet smile.

I knew that whatever was coming was going to hurt.

I knew that there would be unbearable heartbreak.

I had known that we would meet again.

So as I closed my eyes and gave in to a severe, deep darkness I wasn't completely worried about the pain in my head, but the one that would be caused to my heart, and I couldn't help but shed a tear as I "saw" a glimpse of what was coming.

I had chosen a different path, to avoid this, but we had met up on a larger road. A more dangerous one.

And the last words I heard as I banished the sight, to rest myself for the heartache to come, was "It's okay, chere. 'M here."

A.N: If you're still interested in this story please don't hesitate to say so. I am more than glad to keep on going if I know that you are still reading.

A special thanks goes to Harry2 for his/her comment. Thank you!