Very sorry it's been so long, this was my last week at school and I was a bit busy, I have a couple of weeks break now before my exams start up again, so I'll try to update soon.
10. March 2011
I attack the big piece of chocolate cake with enthusiasm. It's my seventeenth birthday and I feel content and quite proud of myself for having survived by myself for so long.
Now that I really think about it I realize I haven't had many run ins with Division for the past three months. I had a small incident with a Division group: a mover and two bleeders had chased me around the country but I had finally lost them a few days later and taken a plane to France, where I had stayed for nearly a month (my longest stay to be sure). I'd had time to make a 'friend' - she was called Lorraine and she worked in a coffee shop which I kept going back to and she'd even taught me a bit of French - time to kind of get a job and even get a sort of boyfriend who I only really agreed to go out with because he completely wore me out by talking. Endlessly. Peter didn't turn out to be so bad though and I even felt a bit guilty about leaving him without saying a word. Unfortunately I had to go. Peter and Lorraine had started asking too many questions and I thought it would be best if I left before they started to suspect me of something.
I'd taken another plane to Portugal where I had spent the last few weeks moving up and down the country.
To anyone who asked my name was Cassandra Fairlie, I was eighteen - which I had been for the past two years, I thought, snorting in amusement - and I was just another teenager backpacking and avoiding going to college for another year or two (which was true enough).
I grin to myself. I'm in a surprisingly good mood.
I spend the rest of the day walking around the bustling city, and I buy new boots. Black, cowgirl ankle boots. They clash a bit with my gauzy black short skirt, but I don't care.
I walk around with a spring on my step, and laughter bubbles out of me when it starts raining and I find myself in need of an umbrella.
11. April 2011
I run around the train station trying to look at everyone at the same time. The place is absolutely packed. Quickly I realize how stupid this tactic is and I stop suddenly closing my eyes and focusing on the boy I had seen only an hour earlier, it is always harder to Look for something rather than just See it, but I've been practising and as with most specials the more I practise the more my visions develop.
As soon as I see him I start running again. I find him only seconds after Division does. He is already running, though he is going in the wrong direction. I have to stop him or I know this won't end well for him.
I bump into him, the both of us stumble sideways grabbing on to each other in order to regain our balance.
For a minute we stare at each other, wide eyed but I quickly snap out of it and start tugging on his arm.
"C'mon" I shout at him over my shoulder. He refuses to move though, and I feel like banging my head on the wall… or maybe his head…
"Who are you?" he demands. I roll my eyes. This is what I get for trying to help.
"I'm Cassie Holmes" I tell him.
I pull at his arm again and this time he moves, though he is walking way too slowly for us to ever get anywhere before we're caught.
"The Watcher?" he asks.
I'm surprised he knows me by name though I should have expected it. It was not long ago when Division had any specials they could bribe or 'persuade' (and there were a lot of them) looking for me, Nick and Kira.
"Yes! Now get a move on before we end up dead!" I snap at him.
I start running again pulling him along with me and this time he keeps up.
It's a while later when we walk in some Bar&Restaurant, both of us sweaty and red-faced.
We plop ourselves down on two stools by the bar not saying anything. We're still trying to catch our breath; he's just killed one of the men - a pusher - that was chasing us and I've just caused a big enough accident to stop traffic for the rest of the whole freaking day.
I ask for a bottle of water, drink half of it in two swallows all the time thinking that this is definitely the best goddamn thing I've drank all year. I push the rest at him and while he drinks I look around taking the time to calm down a bit. I realize there's quite a few people staring at us (which I suppose is not really all that surprising). My eyes met a pair of black ones belonging to man that must be in his late thirties at least. He looks me up and down and his stare turns into a leer. My eyes narrow and I purse my lips glaring darkly at him. He might be older but I certainly have more experience with dealing with these kinds of things so it's not long before he averts his eyes.
I look back at the boy sitting next to me. He must be around my age, maybe one or two years older and he is looking at me curiously.
"I'm"
"Alex, I know." I cut him off.
He grins.
"Why did you help me?"
"I was nearby" I say shrugging.
It's true. My visions are a pain in the ass most of the time, but sometimes I actually get to change things, and usually it happens because of that same reason: I'm nearby.
He is not the first person I've helped out, though things had never gotten so messed up before. Usually I could find the person with some time to spare.
"And you just decided to help" he doesn't sound like he believes me. Too bad.
"Yep" I say dryly. I don't try to convince him. I don't really care whether he believes it or not.
"Anyway" I say getting up. My job is done and there's no need for me to stick around. I learnt that one the hard way.
"When you get out of her, don't go back to your hotel" I tell him before walking away and out the door.
"Wait!" I hear him calling and I turn back around to wait for him.
"What?"
"You're a Watcher" he says as if he's just now realizing it.
Wow, no shit Sherlock.
"I thought we got past that one two hours ago" I say sarcastically.
He ignores it. I scowl.
"There's something I need to know"
I raise my eyebrows, waiting.
"Can you See my brother?"
As soon as he asks I'm hit with a vision. There's a boy being pulled by a man, a woman. The whole thing is very fragmented and this is the most I can make of it.
"Your brother?" I start walking again and falls into pace next to me.
"Yeah, he was taken a few days ago, looks like me except he's twelve?"
Ah. Twelve. He just got me on my soft spot.
I sigh.
"He is London."
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