The man in the grey suit was an easy target for the teenager wearing a black hoodie. Rich, but keeping it subtle, the teen did not doubt that he wasn't expecting to be robbed. Drawing alongside the man, who was distracted by the many newspapers and such in the grocery store, the teen snatched a newspaper from a rack, pretending to read it while he quickly thrust a hand into the man's back pocket, clasping his fingers around the man's wallet before drawing it out and disappearing among the shelves. By the time the man had realised that his wallet was missing, the teen had already left the store.
Under his hastily assembled disguise, Avery breathed a sigh of relief, inspecting the stolen wallet. He hated stealing from these people, as they had done nothing wrong, but he had to find out who sent the mercenaries after him, but more importantly, he needed to keep himself alive. In the hospital, he would have been provided with all the food that he needed; the mercenaries had ruined that plan for him. The only way he could survive was to steal. Avery quickly flipped through the contents of the wallet, taking what he needed and leaving what he didn't need in the wallet, before quickly tossing it into a nearby bin.
Around 200 metres behind him, a man in a long, dark coat followed close behind, a phone pressed to his ear and pretending to talk to someone. Among all of the other chatter, no one could tell it was fake. The man's striking blue eyes followed the teenager as he walked quickly, hands in his pockets, trying not to draw attention to himself. But the man knew that trying too hard to make yourself inconspicuous would only make you stand out more. The young boy was powerful but untrained. In a combat situation, when attacked hard and fast, there was nothing he could do. The man's eyes hardened and he began to close in on his prey.
Meanwhile, Avery, completely unaware of the assassin, ignored the judgemental glances in his direction and hurried into the train station, buying a ticket for San Francisco. He dimly remembered having some distant relatives there. Once he arrived, he could work out what to do next. But deep in his mind, he didn't just want to survive. He didn't just want to scurry around the world, in constant fear of being killed or captured. He wanted to discover the truth: who was after him? Why were they after him? Why hadn't his parents called? Where did he get his powers from? All these thoughts whizzed around Avery's head, distracting him so much so that he didn't even notice when he bumped into a man wearing a long, dark coat.
He looked up into a pair of startling blue eyes and a gun pressed into his torso. And then a bullet in his chest. But the bullet wasn't in his chest - it was hovering a fraction of a millilitre away from his chest, blue light emanating around it. Avery looked up to see a look of surprise on the man's face before they suddenly went hurtling away from each other. There were shouts and screams from people around them as they tried and failed to locate either of them.
Avery was already far away, taking off his hoodie and thrusting it into the nearest bin that he found. Pretending to style his hair, Avery quickly grabbed a pair of sunglasses from a nearby store, slipping through two stalls and stealing a baseball cap and blue bomber jacket before leaving the market. He didn't have the faintest clue who this mysterious man was, but he had to be working for the same person that sent the mercenaries. He knew that the assassin was after him - and from their brief encounter, he knew that the assassin would be more than a match for him, even with his new unpredictable powers. Teleportation and now telekinesis. It was every teenager's dream. Avery suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his hands and looked at them to see that they were on fire. Great. Maybe not so much of a dream anymore. He swore, then realising he was attracting attention from people around him, stuffed his hands inside his pockets and tried to stop crying out from the pain. Anyone who glanced at him, he glared back, trying to show himself as a typical teenager, or at least whatever he had seen on TV. His sheltered upbringing hadn't led to him making many friends. Even as he escaped the scene, Avery knew that the chase was far from over.
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Lazer Lightzest
AcciónAvery Sequoia Booker is thrust into a world of murder and psychopaths when he is handed superpowers with no idea how to control them or any understanding of how this mysterious world works.
