The Divine Gifted

1: The Prison

  Avy's footsteps echoed down the hall. She pulled her red hair into an elastic because it kept flying into her face. She didn't want any distractions from watching 'him'.

Flynn Law. 20, 6,2, maroon hair, pink eyes that changed majenta when he used his ability. He had the power to make a person feel any sensation that he wanted them to feel. However, he had to look at the person in order for it to work.

The police put a blindfold on his face and chained his arms to the wall. He was on the bottom floor of a heavily guarded prison in London where Avy was guarding him.

However, this was no rare occasion. He's been arrested 196 times in counting at the age of 20 years old. He was famous  in the crime world for getting arrested, but even more famous for escaping. He had never lasted a full sentence. In fact, he always found a way out within a week.

Tonight, not even this prison would keep him long.

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"Flynn, wake up." Avy ordered as she leaned against the walls with her arms crossed. She looked through the bars. He didn't stir, and his expression didn't change. He hung there by the chains in the dark.

"Law!" She scoffed, adjusting her hat. He wasn't waking up. All she heard was a slight shift of Flynn's position; making the chains squeak.

"WAKE UP!" She kicked the bars. The sound echoed down the hall to the other cells.

She panted as he lifted his head. He looked at her, but his eyes were blocked from the black blindfold.

"Oh, don't worry, Bellezza, I was never asleep."

She bit her tongue, "Bastard! Don't call me that, Flynn!"

She frowned as he chuckled; his voice low and husky.

"Why? Do you not think you're beautiful?" He asked with a smirk.

"I do!" She shouted.

"I do too, Bellezza. You don't need eyes to tell." He grinned.

She facepalmed as she unlocked and walked into his cell.

He groaned. "You know, I get putting this stupid blindfold on, but did they really need to take my shoes?"

She looked at him, annoyed as he kept talking.

"And this white prison smock doesn't look flattering on me either, and what's up with the crappy prison food here?"

She looked at him, uninterested, "You're a prisoner here! You don't get to make commands!"

He whined, "This isn't fair! I want my mommy!" He sounded like an immature  child.

"What the hell is your 'mommy' going to do to protect you?"

He shrugged, causing the chains to squeak, "No clue, haven't spoken to her since I was 5"

She rolled her eyes. She couldn't stand that she was assigned to watch this man again. She thought to herself, "Why the hell am I actually talking to this phsycho?"

As he complained, she got a better look at him. He had muscle and tattoos along his arms and a scar across his neck. Sometimes, his shirt would lift as he shifted around, exposing his abs and the scars on his stomach.

She blushed, and her breath hitched. Thank GOD he couldn't see.

"Are you blushing?"

"What!? No, I'm not!"

He chuckled again, "Yes, you are~"

"H-How did you know?"

"By your breathing, mostly. Although even though I have this blindfold on, I can still sense the sensations people are feeling at any giving time. I have to say, I'm flattered." He smirked.