Have you ever had one of those days where you wish you just hadn't got out of the bed?

You know, the days where everything seems to go the opposite way of what you wanted it to? Like when you lose your final project, and get left soaking wet on the corner across from school as the late bell rings? Well today was that day for me. Except for the fact that I don't have a final project, nor am I standing at the corner soaking wet in front of my old school, listening to the late bell as it sentences detention for being late too many times, but…um…yeah.

Anyways, let's just say that my day was not going well. Shall we recap the past half hour or so?

First off, the last chance to get those files I wanted about the others was lost. If that had been all, it might not have been so bad. But no, my life is never that simple. There had to be those three guys, a game of hide-and-seek, and some erasers. You just know the day isn't complete without your friendly neighborhood erasers getting involved!

That was heavy sarcasm, in case you didn't already know since I just love the stuff. Oh look, I just used it in the definition!

Okay, back on track, too much sarcasm and…Oh crap, there I go again. I need therapy. Seriously.

Anyway, I threw a rock, (yes, a rock that I had in one of my pockets for some unknown reason, even to me), and knocked the institute guy out after he pulled the silent alarm on us.

When he waltzed in and first noticed the open drawer, I was crossing my fingers and hoping that he would just brush the open file drawer off as a careless employee's mistake. But no, Mr. Uptight couldn't handle his files being out of alphabetical order! Which I am still face-palming over because I can't believe I put the stupid file back down in the wrong place!

So then the one guy pulls out his gun, and checks the institute guy. Then the two conscious people both start to try and find us, or me I guess, since I was the one who threw the rock in the first place. But Ade and I were already on our way to the window, our new goal to get out alive, and they weren't going to stop us!

After we had just made it to the window, the two guys converged behind us. I had naively believed we could elude them, but I guess these guys were a little better than I was ready to give them credit for. I hesitated for a just second but brought up my hands and temporarily blinded them.

I basically overwhelmed their retinas, (you know, the light-sensitive tissue of the eye), by drastically changing the intensity of the light around their eyes. It was easier to do then changing colors; all I had to do was intensify the light in one area, or two areas in this case. I suppose I don't really need to use my hands to do it, considering my power relies on my thoughts and concentration, but I find it easier to channel my thoughts about the light onto specific targets with my hands.

Ade saw what I was doing and used his own power to make sure they couldn't hear us as we escaped through the window.

I asked him once a while ago what its was like to use his power to stop sound, and he said it was like singing. He says he basically creates a bubble of sound using his voice, (which must be at a pitch too high for even me to hear because I never do), and that bubble somehow absorbs the vibrations around it. He said that he could direct the range and amount of vibrations cancelled out by using different tones and durations of the notes he makes. I'm still trying to wrap my head around how that works exactly, but I guess that will have to wait for a better place and time to ponder it.

I was up and opening the window as soon as I finished blinding them, intent on getting out of there as quickly as possible.

And it was originally in my plan to leave those two guys behind, but as I should have known by then, my plans weren't really working out today.

You know, considering how each of my carefully laid out plans seemed to be going great as of late. (It's the sarcasm speaking again. Forgive me. I think it's a coping mechanism and stress response. I don't have the time to go down that rabbit hole right now.)

Before we could step a foot out of the window, the erasers came pouring in from the hallway door. In that second, I didn't really even think, I just grabbed them and ran, tossing the lighter one to Ade as we jumped out the window. I figured their chances were slightly higher with us in the skies than in that room full of psychopaths.

After we were airborne, I instantly regretted my decision, because there were winged erasers outside already waiting for us. Now normally, we might have gotten away like I did earlier, but since we were weighed down by our 'guests', that didn't seem as likely. So in this particular case of fight or flight, fight won out. There might have been just two of us, but there were only five of them, spread out to box us in. The rest must be out scouring the city for me, so this was our one chance to get out of there. I…

"Ezzy," Ade began, bringing me out of my lovely memories of earlier today, "I think one of them is starting to wake up again." I sighed heavily and glanced over at our guest/prisoners.

I knocked them out before the fight began back at the Institute because they had started to regain their senses and struggle. We were hiding out in the park again, in a different but equally secluded part. I had tied their hands and feet with some zip ties that I…um…borrowed from a hardware store not too long ago. I also gagged them, and yes, I did so with their own socks. Gross, I know, but what else was I going to use? I don't want to put any of my clothes in their mouths! I mean, at least it wasn't some random hobo's socks! Ade and I set them against the wall until we could figure out what to do with them.

Before I went to check on the one Ade was talking about, I motioned him over, to check his bandage. We had made it out of there virtually unscathed; the worst of what we got was poor Ade's arm.

I had used my flash bomb, which is basically a much larger scale version of what I used on our guests, when the eraser closest to us got lucky and clawed Ade's arm, barely missing his passenger, Mr. Fancy Pants (and jacket, for that matter). I dove after the stupid eraser before he could go for Ade again and am now sporting a major bruise on my hand. (Maybe I shouldn't have hit him that hard.) Actually, I'm lucky I didn't break a bone in my hand. At least I'll know for next time just how hard their stupid heads are.

I cleaned and wrapped the three bloody marks when we arrived, before I even bothered with our captives. My brave little trooper didn't say one thing about it the entire time. He even volunteered to watch them while I found some food for us.

I had searched them to remove any weapons, or at least to look for any more of the one guy's guns, and guess what? That guy is a fed!

My initial response to this intriguing new piece of information was, 'Holy hail, this guy's a freaking FBI agent!' My next response was much calmer and more collected, 'We. Are. In. Deep.'

And so here I am faced with a dilemma: What do I do with them? I supposed I could just leave them where they are now, surely someone would find them. 'Yeah sure, right after they die of thirst, or become Eraser chow,' I thought unhelpfully.

Rubbing my temples, I wondered for the millionth time why I hadn't just left them back at the building. But I knew there was nothing to be done by wishing the past would be different. Besides, they were probably safer here with us then they were back there.

Walking over to them, I noticed what Ade must have noticed; the fed's breathing was different. 'He must be trying to fake it', I thought.

I sighed again, tired of the whole sneaking around thing, it was time to face this head-on. "I know your awake," the fed, Peter something I think, finally opened his eyes, carefully studying me. He looked kind of funny, sitting there gagged and bound, (with his own socks mind you), and this serious authoritative expression on his face. I let him stare me down, since nothing could be done until the other was awake. After they are taken care of, Ade and I will leave, just as fast as our wings will carry us.

I sat across from the fed, to wait for the other one to wake up, and finished off my beef jerky. That I have compliments of some random kid's lunchbox, left alone and unprotected, while he (or she) played soccer in the field.

The fed seemed to have reached a conclusion about me, because he leaned back against the wall and initiated a staring contest with me.

Ade sat down cautiously beside me, tired of just standing, enjoying the last of his cupcake. The fed broke his gaze from me to assess Ade. I rolled my eyes at his surprise. 'Never seen a kid before? Hmm', I thought to myself.

My patience was slipping when finally Mr. Nice Suit, or Mr. Consultant Sidekick I should say, woke up. "Well, gentleman," I began, "I'm sure you have a lot of questions. Questions like, 'Why are we being held by a teenager and a child?' or 'Where are we, and what just happened?'"

I studied their expressions as I spoke, not totally surprised to see the flash of recognition to my voice in Mr. Consultant Sidekick's face.

"For starters, my name is Ezzy, and this is my brother, Ade. I'll tell you what you need to know, and then we'll let you go. Deal?"