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Chapter Two: Gone

Azula PoV

Hours after I am caught and put back in the room, myself and the other kids are taken to the police station. From there, Mr. Kirkov is planned to collect us. But the time span from when we arrive and when we are supposed to be collected is almost three days. A social worker checks on us and makes sure none of us are borderline suicidal. None of us are.

I never found Jason. Maybe he did escape the party and found out about Mrs. Kirkov and decided to run for it. He is my only real friend that I made at the home, but I would have expected him to come for me.

After one day, I am about to lose it. I want out of the station so bad. I considered teleporting out, But no way in hell am I going to show the world I have powers. Not yet anyway.

After two days, I convince one of the on duty officers to take our group to the park. Six cops take the eleven of us to the park and allow us to play Frisbee or just relax on the grass.

I ask one of the female cops if I can use the restroom. The only way she will let me go is if she checks the bathroom and makes sure it is clear. This is my chance to escape. She clears the bathroom and then stands by the outside door. I go in a stall and then teleport to a place I frequent; A coffee shop. Well, I teleported to the alley beside the coffee shop, to be exact.

I walk from the alley and down the road, as people pass by on the street I hide my face, incase the cop knows I'm gone and issued an alert. I'm still wearing my clothes from the party; they never let us change. They did, however, find us a place to shower and sleep. I did have to wash my make up off, to, so that I didn't get any zits in my usually perfect skin.

By now the police must realize I'm gone. Which means they will be on the lookout for me. I need a place to crash for the night, preferably before it gets dark. The only place I can think of staying hidden is in the commercial slums of the town. There are a few blocks of deserted office buildings and factories there. Our town used to be bigger, but them they exported our work and many families moved away.

But first, even before I find a place to sleep, I need a change of clothes. And some makeup wouldn't hurt either. Luckily when I went to the party, I grabbed my wad of cash, sadly, it only contained seventy dollars. So the nearest cheap clothing store I found, I ran to.

Goodwill, can't go wrong there. I find myself a black T-shirt that has a yellow smiley face on it with vampiric fangs; the tips of the fangs are tinted in red, and a black pair of plain skinny jeans. I keep my combat boots, though; they might come in handy.

I count the remaining cash, there's just enough for make up, a hair brush, and a few meals, very cheap meals.

I doll myself up to what I looked like at the party, red lips and black eyeliner with a tail. After a cheap, one burger meal from a fast food joint, I head to the deserted commercial buildings in town. I found a cheap dark green satchel in a dumpster near the fast food joint I ate at. It's worn and has a hole on the side, but altogether it looks great for being free. I put my belongings in it; my brush and previous clothes and remaining cash.

Once I'm deep in the heart of the closed buildings, it's dark. I chose a building fast before its to late. The one I found had boarded up windows, though I had to break one window to get in. Rows of strange old machines hord inches of dust over themselves.

My nose threatens to sneeze, but I don't allow it to. If I sneeze, more dust will fly in the air, and I will only sneeze more.

I notice, also, that the building is one story, though it has a high roof with a catwalk system hanging from the ceiling. I chose to sleep on the catwalk, incase someone should come in I would be high enough to hide from sudden detection. I find a spot near a latter and I kick the dust while holding my breath. When the dust settles elsewhere, I curl up and use my purse as a pillow.

Its cold out and I usually don't get cold easily. So I put my other shirt over me like a blanket, at least it covers my arms. It takes awhile for me to get tired, and even longer for me to go to sleep.

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I surfaced to the screeching of rusty metal. The noise makes me wince and cover my highly sensitive ears. I am groggy as I shove my makeshift blanket into my satchel and wipe the small amount of sleep from my eyes.

I search the darkness for the noise, then I realize someone opened the main door to the old facility. A van pulls in and parks in the middle of the building, about thirty yards from my perch up above.

I stay silent and still, hardly daring to breath.

Several figures step out of the van, they all wear the same style clothing; black and grey colored material covering their whole, and an orange circle in the middle of their face. I notice their fingers are slightly longer than normal humans and their movements seem almost robotic.

Then a man gets out, he is visibly different. He has seemingly white hair that is pulled back into a low pony tail in the back and he dons one eye patch and a white goatee. His attire is mostly black, with the exception of various silver plates of armor on his thighs and arms, and a silver utility belt at his waist.

He glances around the building, almost like he is looking for me. His eyes narrow and he barks an order to the lackeys, as I now guess they are.

"Search every inch of the building!" he resorts to lean against the vans hood, waiting for the lackeys to finish.

They all were incredibly fast. On the far end of the catwalk I was crouched on, even though it was likely only sixty feet, one of them climbed up and was heading my way. As soon as one saw me, they all headed for me. There was no communication whatsoever, no hand signal, no buzz or beep. It puzzled me. How did they ALL know I was here?

Puzzled or not, I was either going to be apprehended, or fight my way out. I slung my satchel down and immediately blocked an oncoming slash from the lackey. My boot knocked the lackey on its back and I took no time to jump the railing, landing softly in a roll. From here I was obscure from view, but dammit, I left my bag up on the catwalk.

I twisted slightly behind the machine to peak at the van; the man was not there. A hand on my shoulder roughly yanked me back and I saw stars dance acrossed my vision when I hit my head on the concrete. Another kick to my head, and I fell into darkness.