Iggy

It was a lot harder to locate the Itex than I thought.

I walked out into the den of Dr. Martinez's apartment, simultaneously throwing a shirt on over my bare chest.

Deep in my gut I felt something lurch and twist. I felt awful, like something back was going to happen. And gooseflesh ran up my neck and back.

I walked and heard the flock huddled in front of the TV, as a man spoke calmly..

"And over in Elfin Cove, Texas, the young girl so acclaimed to be a hero by her friends and those who survived the Saint Chavers explosion, was arrested today for illegal handling of a gun."

Suddenly flipped on the screen was a blurry (for me, an especially blurry) video of someone being led into a police cab by an officer, her hands behind her back and her face stained with red tears as she struggled against the officer I could hear the voice gasping through tears. Protesting that she didn't do anything. I almost gasped myself. This couldn't be…

"The young minor, the sixteen year old Sydney Falcon, was accused by an anonymous source of severely injuring quite a few people in the building and murdering three and escaped with just a fractured and bruised foot before the bomb exploded, taking the lives of those severely injured."

My whole life dropped. No… They were arresting her and sending her off to prison. And it was all my fault! If only I had kept my distance! If only I had resisted, and just admired from afar, she would never be in this mess!

"Tomorrow morning her trial will be held in the Houston Texas courtroom. And if proven guilty of her charges young purple-haired Falcon will serve three to eight years in the state prison for manslaughter. This simply proves that the people you think they are aren't always who they appear."

"You can say that again, Geoff."

Manslaughter. Three years in Prison. Sydney. My Sydney.

Ella turned the TV off quickly and whipped around.

They all stared at me. I'm sure I can't look great, but I just stare back.

Trying to deny all of this.

"Ig-"

Nudge starts, but I turn around and slam the door to my room. I gather everything I need just as Fang opens the door.

"Are you gonna be ok-"

But I'm already out the window.

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As I land at the back of the store and walk around to the side entrance.

A man smoking a cigar glances over at me, and I wince at the smell. "What can I do you for?"

"I want to sell these. No, I need to sell these," I throw the canvases on the counter.

Then cigarette smoke joins in and a woman's voice says, "These'r quite good, sugar. I could put these up in my beauty salon, Bart," She tells the man.

"Yeah, I reckon you could. What do you want for 'em kid?"

"I'll take eight for the lot,"

"Eight hundred?" The man raises his tone.

"Give 'im what he wants, Barty dear, I quite like these a lot."

"Thank you ma'am," I say, and give a polite smile, fidgeting with my hands.

He grumbles but then I hear the ring of a cash register and soon the cash is administered in my hand.

"Thanks," I say then turn and leave quickly, cash in pocket off to save Sydney.