After a two days of staying at coffee shops and drinking about sixteen cups of it a day, I felt overly hyper. Which I guess you'd feel after drinking three cups of coffee.

I headed over to Central Park and ran a few laps around it, found a few trees to do pull ups, and did push ups. There was also a Yoga class, so I of course joined. Then, with my energized body I sat next to a pond and watched the fish swim round and round in circles. 'So entertaining' I thought to myself.

"Hello," I said simply to the person standing behind me, "I hope you weren't trying to sneak up on me."

"No," a male voice came from behind vaguely familiar, "I was wondering if I could sit down."

"Sure," acting like a normal human being is easy, was what everyone in the world said. He took a seat next to me. Keeping my eyes on the fish I sat cross legged, the man next to me. Silent as ever, who knew Central Park could be so silent.

"Nice day isn't it," he said, finally breaking the silence. I looked at his face, his light brown hair and green eyes the same as the man that I had barely taken down. His face looked the same except the purple blue bruise on his forehead, probably from the rock that I had smashed into him.

"Yeah, great day for a run," like a normal person I said, at least I think. He smiled at my answer. I felt the coffee in my system, giving me a blast of caffeinated energy. "Well I gotta go, bye!" I got up and sprint off feeling the ground for my feet to push off of.

A day later I went into an ally to give myself a little peace from the world. Normally blending in with the crowds every day, you'd think I would be used to them. No, everyone needs a breather sometimes.

Sitting down I leaned against the wall behind me. Who knew drinking coffee and walking around could be so tiring. My clothes looked dirty and felt disgusting, after all I'd been wearing them for three days, even worse it's like 87 degrees out.

"Korie, you really are disgusting," I scolded myself for looking like a teenaged homeless person.

"Indeed you are," the man's voice called from above. He sat on the bottom of a fire escape, smiling mischievously.

"Hello again," I stared into his gleaming eyes, "I guess you've been following me this whole time," I hate that look he's giving me. It reminds me of something I hate, but what?

"Oh of course not, why in the world would I be following a smelly homeless teenager that drinks way too much coffee." he said sarcastically. He had his legs dangling down off the edge. The sight gave me chills, hights are not my thing. I gave him a icy glare, "Of course I'm following you, geez."

"Okay," staying as calm as I could, keeping my straight face, "You do that."

He raised his eyebrows like this is the most unusual thing he's seen. Probably is, I mean, I was the one to give him the massive lump on his head. He probably thought I would already be fuming and chucking rocks at his face.

"And I'm not a teenager," I said, still and calm, even though I'm almost past the breaking point, "I'm actually twenty six."

"You're not the talker are you," his voice was pleasant but also sounded like he like he was trying to keep himself from laughing, "And you look like you're fourteen, with that band tee shirt and jean shorts, you really need some new clothes." He was almost bursting with laughter.

"It's my personal style thank you, and if you think you can pry any knowledge out of my head about whatever you want, and I know you want something too, you won't get it!" My temper was officially gone, all I want to just set his head on fire and to burn him to the core of his soul, making everyone that cares about him watch. 'Wow morbide, not my style, no stop.'

"Sorry?," He said it like a question, which made me stand up and stare right at him with my dazzling blue eyes filled with rage. Then like that, I stormed away.

TP

Korie's blonde hair shined from not being washed, she walked quickly to get away from the man that she had battled with. He was an gosh darn idiot, that Korie would have gladly punched right in his perfect nose. But when she could've, she didn't.

She didn't want this life she had, in fact, she would trade everything she had for a new, and normal, life. Her 'abilities' had drawn so much attention to her. That's why she chose to not use them, and she hadn't used them in a while. Well except for the time at the docks.

That man, the one that keeped following her, got on Korie's nerves, at a different level. He looked at her with a mischievous smile that haunted her mind, like something terrible, and disastrous.

She got a few blocks away from him when she finally realized that she had completely ignored all of her surroundings. Right in front of her was the all famous Stark tower in all its glory. The half done letters had dots where the light bulbs were supposed to be. It was an ugly beast of a building.

She kept walking, probably to the nearest park, she needed to see some open space. Korie isn't claustrophobic, she has more, bigger, fears. There's three on the list of her biggest fears, flying, water, and blood. People ask her why she has such big phobias that can easily be overcome(except the blood part), but just don't. If they want the explanation it's going to take all day, and the next week.

"Sorry ma'am," a women that she hardly noticed that she bumped into said. "Are you lost?" Okay, it's alright to tell Korie that they were sorry, but it's not okay to ask if she was lost. She had memorized all of New York City from her little, expeditions.

"Lost?!" Korie asked, her lost temper showing, "Are you lost?! I certainly Hope so!" With that she stormed off not looking back, but that lady was following her.

"Ma'am!" she was a protestant women, "Ma'am!" She just kept following Korie all through the crowds. "Ma'am please!" Somehow that crazy lady had a skill at following people through busy streets and crowds, and she was annoying as heck. "Ma'am stop!" She grabbed her in the arm, yanking her to stop, causing a physical reaction Korie had trained herself to do.

A super long sharp rock flung itself out of the ground into her hand, which she through straight at the women. It hit her in the shoulder almost going through it, blood gushed out from the wound.

Third Person

Korie staggered backward, the blood flowed down the lady's arm. The women crumpled to the ground. Her eyesight started to get fuzzy, she saw the man, he was staring in shock at the seen. People gathered around looking shocked, some looking at the woman, twitching on the ground in a pool of red. Look away, she told herself, she wouldn't be able to hold the terror.

Her legs fell out, not able to hold the weight of her body any more. The black started to come, she only had time to say one thing, "I'm Sorry." Then it all washed away in a sea of black, and she drifted away into the world of darkness.