There it is. I tried to update faster, but it might be a while until I update again, sorry. Hope everyone enjoys it.
Just a reminder… I do not own Push, or any of it's characters, only the plot.
12. April 2011
It is a couple of days later when we land at Heathrow. I've no idea why I've even come with him, except I really like London, and if I'm being honest with myself, Alex is quite the nice view.
We check in into yet another dingy hotel, apparently he's been on the run with his brother - Daniel - for quite a while too.
I dump my stuff on the floor before falling back on the bed, my legs dangling off the end.
"You know, I saved your life, or at least I saved your stupid ass from becoming a fucking lab rat, the least you could do was give me some time to eat something" I practically snarl at him.
Seriously, hungry Cassie is equal to a really pissed off Cassie.
"Crowds make me anxious" He tells me before sitting down on the other bed.
"Freak" I mutter. Still, at least I hold myself back from reminding him of where he was when we met. My people skills are definitely improving.
He ignores me.
"Have you Seen anything else?" He asks and I feel like slapping him, I mean really? Not even Nick was this serious and annoying and he's twenty five.
"If I had, I would have told you" I snap.
He sighs in annoyance and I grin. It is his own bloody fault that I'm in such a bad mood.
"Can you at least try?"
I would have ignored him. I really would, except I totally caught the concerned look in his face that he was trying to hide.
I sigh again for what feels like the hundredth time today. Closing my eyes I concentrate on the dark haired little boy who I've been getting visions of for the past two days.
They are obviously not expecting a Watcher to be looking for him otherwise they would have a Shadow around, but apparently the boy was only there for testing, he was too young to be taken for any other reason, unlike my mother.
I see him again, he is becoming familiar now so it is easy to Look for him, the same way it was with visions of Nick before I met him.
He is being held at the top floor of some hotel with another seven people and I gathered they are being kept there before being taken to whatever Division Unit is closest from here since there's none in England. There's only eight of them and they haven't brought anyone else in since Daniel so I'm guessing they will be taking them away soon though I haven't Seen when yet.
The problem I was having is that since they were keeping them inside I couldn't really find out where he is, so I started focusing on the Division Agents, which there were six of. Since then, I found out the name of the hotel they are staying at (with the help of a Pusher, I'm sure) which Alex tried to google with no success, so I've been 'trailing' them, looking for something familiar, but I haven't found anything yet, and this time it's no different.
"He's fine" I tell him, unfortunately this is all I can say.
13. April 2011
It's another few days later when I convince Alex that being cooped up in this stupid hotel room won't help things.
I show him my drawings (they have improved a lot since I took some art lessons) and tell him to keep his eyes out for anything familiar.
I let him lead, keeping a hold of him as I concentrate on the Division Agents. There are four men, two women. I've worked out that two of them are Bleeders. There's also a Healer, a Sniff, a Pusher and a Mover. Still I'm relieved to see they don't have a Watcher with them; it might help.
I feel Alex tugging on my arm and I push the future away to look at him. He has a relieved look on his faces as he looks up at the neon sign we're standing in front of which looks exactly like the one on my drawing. From there on it's easy to find the place.
We come back that night, both of us armed with a couple of guns. Our plan is a simple one: get in, get out.
"The Sniff is up with them" I tell Alex who only looks more and more nervous with every second that ticks by. He nods unable to say anything else. I shake my head at him, knowing that being nervous won't help.
It's a good thing that we've found Daniel before they took him into some Division Unit, because this will make it easier for us to get him - them - out. I tell that to Alex but it doesn't seem to help. I roll my eyes.
There's no one around, though it's a Saturday night, but at the distance I can hear the muffled sound of pounding music that probably comes from a club… or twenty.
"You ready?" I ask him. He nods again looking worried and for a second I feel sorry, especially when I know things are just about to take a turn for the ugly.
I reach for his arm squeezing it a bit.
"It'll be fine" Well, I never said I was the best at comforting people did I?
He looks at me then and manages to give me a weak smile and mutter a "thanks" and I know it's time to go.
We get in without too much hassle and the Sniff is down before he even sees us coming, it's the whole getting out thing that is the problem.
All eight of the 'prisoners' look up when we go in, I see Daniel running towards Alex as I motion for the others to stay quiet. It doesn't strike me as odd that suddenly I'm in a room full of teenagers. Division usually goes for them because they are easier prey. Three of them look to be a bit older, early twenties I'd say.
"What do you do?" I ask the oldest ones - Emily, Jasper and Georgie as I shortly find out. Emily is a Healer, Jasper a Mover and Georgie is a Starter*, so I throw my spare gun at Emily.
"Alright" I tell them "stick together until we get out of here and stay behind me"
Alex follows right behind me, gun in one hand and Daniel on the other arm, the other four, the 'younger' ones are in the middle (I don't know what they can do but I'm hoping they can look after themselves) with the other three coming last.
I lead the way and keep Watch, just a few seconds in the future. Turns out I'm watching the wrong people and the warning vision comes nearly too late.
"Duck!" I scream at them, my ears filled with the sound of gunfire.
It's chaos. I'm shooting right and left, running and motioning for the others to follow. When we finally get to the ground floor I shout at the others to get out the service door, as Alex, Daniel and I lunge behind the reception desk (which is thankfully a wall made of bricks) as bullets ricochet everywhere.
Unwelcome, the vision engulfs me suddenly and I'm left completely breathless as Alex pulls me away from being shot dead at the head.
"Keep shooting, keep shooting" I tell him frantically as I dig through my messenger bag and dig out my phone with shaky fingers. I punch in the number quickly, holding the phone with one hand and leaning over to peek around the edge of the wall. The Mover and one of the Bleeders are down, probably dead, the other three are still firing.
"Hello?" I hear the voice coming from the phone.
"Nick?" I ask loudly, it's hard to hear anything in the middle of so much noise.
I hear Alex say something that sounds suspiciously like "Is this really the time to be on the phone?"
I show him my pretty middle finger before taking a shot at the other bleeder. I miss.
"Damn" I mutter angrily as I pull Daniel - who was trying to look over the desk top- back down.
"Cassie?" Comes from the other end of the phone. Oh. I'd forgotten about that.
"Nick" I shout "Get the hell out of here"
What the hell is he even doing here, playing superhero? I ask myself as I take another shot. I hit the healer on the shoulder, but the guy refuses to stop firing.
"Goddamn it" I swear.
"Cassie what's going on?" He is louder now, thankfully.
"Guess, genius" I snap at him while dodging another shower of bullets. It's the Pusher. That bitch.
"Alex, will you shoot the fucking Pusher?" I scream at him.
"Which one's that?" He shouts back at me.
"The brunette! The brunette!"
Duck again. Shoot.
"Nick" I concentrate on the phone again "Don't even think of coming in here!"
"Are you in the building?" He shouts - splutters - in both alarm and understanding. He probably can hear the noise.
I'm denied the chance to answer as I hear the acute screaming of the Bleeder. My first instinct is to drop the phone and the gun so instead I tighten my hold on both, feeling as if my veins are on fire, I lean over the balcony again and shoot the Bleeder on the chest. The scream is cut off and replaced with the sound of choking, the lack of noise is all I can hear for a second before the guns are going off again. It's right about this second when I kinda wish I was a Mover.
It is with relief that I see the Pusher go down from a bullet shot by Alex (yeah, I don't like Pushers. Sue me). After that we do quick work of the Healer and of getting out of the building.
We run crazily towards the car park, I can already hear the wailing sounds of the police car, and we have to get out of here fast. I bring my phone back up to my ear surprised to hear Nick is still talking on the other side, though it's mostly just my name.
"Nick I'm getting out, you have to go too" I hear a sigh on the other side.
"Are you okay?" Uh…
"Fine" I tell him.
"Did you get the others out?" he sounds nervous again and it makes me realize the reason why he's here. I try to ignore the feeling of disappointment.
"Yeah, everyone's out" I say quickening my pace in response to Alex telling me to hurry up (and the sounds of the police cars growing louder). He is still carrying Daniel on one arm and he looks a bit as if he has some kind of nervous twitch with how much he is looking over his shoulder and all.
"Who's that?" Nick asks.
I grin.
"You didn't think I was going to go in there by myself, did you?"
"I wouldn't put it past you" I hear him mutter just as I hear the sound of breaking glass and look up to see Alex putting Daniel on the back seat of the car.
"Can you hot-wire this?" He asks me. He is grinning, and it makes me realize that I am too.
"Please." I scoff "It's my speciality"
I climb in the car before remembering that I'm still on the phone with Nick.
"Nick, I gotta go, there's still a couple of Division agents running around, so try not to get yourself killed alright?" Before I can end the call he's talking again.
"Wait! Are you sure you're okay? I heard - the bleeders I mean."
I try to ignore how that makes me feel too. It doesn't really work.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Bye Nick" I say softly before hanging up; I have a car to hot-wire.
*Starter- Fire-starter