Gifted

Chapter 17

Bret's POV

Tired of looking for Mason I decided to go back out to the car.

"Hey!!" someone calls

"What?! Where were you?" Mason was sitting in the passenger side her feet kicked up on the dashboard. She was wearing sunglasses...black of course. She looked up at me stroking the pig lightly.

"I...um..took care off him. He's in the dumpster out back. We'd better get going," she sighed. I could tell she was lying but instead of arguing I hoped in the driver's side.

"Let's go," I say "wait where are we going again?"

"To the Computer District in New York. Your going to work the computer here since it's a bigger compound," Mason explains

"Ok, just tell me where to go," I shrug. I let Mason point out the way to a solid brick building. Oh joy! It will be so nice to work here.

I parked the car then grabbed my bag from the back. I was about to sling over my shoulder when it's content spilled all over the parking lot

"Damn it!" I cuss

"I'll help," Mason offers. She began to pick up the little content of my bag. It was just a few pair of clothes, toiletries, oh and-.

"What's this?" Mason says in disbelief. She holds up the green and orange pin my mother gave me the last time I saw her.

"It's pin I was given the day I was Marked. My sister Clara got an identical one too," I say "But we were seperated because we were Marked differently."

"What was she Marked?"

"I don't really know...but I think she was Marked...Gifted," as soon as the words come ouf of my mouth I see a flash of silver and I'm pinned against the side of the building. I can feel the knife cold edge against my neck.

"How do you know about them?" she asks there is no sense of remorse in her eyes.

"Newton and Clara. Newton told me when I read an e-mail from some guy named J to him. And I talked to Clara in a dream but I'm still not sure about that," I confess everything I know. She pauses for a second loosening her grip just a bit.

I take my chance and whirl her around. Pinning her arms to the wall, I notice that in her hand instead of a knife it's spoon.

"What dod you plan to do with that?" I point out cockily. She remains silent.

"What? Were you going to gag me with the spoon," I hear her manage a snicker. I feel my cheeks go bright red. How could I be so gulliable?

"Why is 'Gifted' so important?" I ask again. I can tell she really wants to talk because her cheeks are puffed out.

"Why won't ypu talk to me Mason. I really don't feel like tickling you," I say. I see her eyes widen and she finally gives in with a sigh.

"Would you at least tell me about the pin? Why you were so interested in it," I ask

"None of your buisness," she humphs

"Yes it is, it's my pin," I exclaim

"Somethings should remain secret," she whispers

"Fine then why are you so interested in 'Gifteds' I mean you're not even one of them," I say. After that last remark she easily breaks outof my grip. She pulls down the sleeve of her shirt and shows me her incomplete circle. I watch as she rubs the make-up off revealing a spiral.

"How many of you guys are there?" I ask

"Not many, but you always seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time,"

"I was beginning to think everyone's circle was incomplete," I admit running my fingers through my hair.

"Why?!" she asks then yanks down the sleeve of my coat revealing my incomplete circle. She rubs as hard as she can but there is no spiral.

"Weird.." she trails off

"So we good now?" I ask

"No," she replies blankly and reaches into her back pocket.

Before I can react she's pinned me to the building again this time with a mem wipe.

"Why are ypu guys so secretive? I mena there really is no difference between you and me," I say

"Yes there is you just don't know what you're dealing with," she replys. But I can tell by the way she's loosened her grip that she knows I'm right.

"I mean we are all humans. Why do we have to rank each other. Can't we all just be...one?" I ask. She let's go of me and I look her in the eyes. Tears have welled up inside.

But instead of letting her cry I crashed my lips onto her's. I don't care if I've only known her for a day, I feel something. Something I've never felt for anyone before. I feel her kissing back I close my eyes and keep kissing her until I feel her raise her arm. I open my eyes for a second and watch her mem wipe in hand.

"I'm sorry," she whispers just like Newton. I see a tear run down her cheek as she flashes the me wipe in my eyes. Leaving my blacked out on the ground.