The Kinetic Ones (#Wattys2016)

The Meeting

This morning I woke up to a text from Raven, a fellow Kinetic, telling me to meet at the hideout. What we do isn't fully accepted by all, so we need to have a more secretive place. I slowly get up and dress in my usual attire, dark clothing. After that, I pack a medium backpack of stuff, just in case I need it. 

I lug it over my shoulders and prance down the wooden stairs. I tried to quietly sneak out without my mother being alerted, but she was standing by the door. 

"Where are you going?" she demands. 

"Just out for a bit, I'll be back soon," I say, lying. I obviously couldn't tell her about the Kinetics, she would force me into an asylum. 

"Don't do something you'll regret," she says, like poking a jab at me. I just know she suspects I'm going out to do drugs, drink the night away, or sell love to a man. I've never done any of that stuff, ever; although I'd be lying if I said I never thought about it. 

I stay silent though as I shuffle past her, heading through the doorway. Once outside, a subconscious smile forms across my face. I could feel it happen, but I didn't control it. I always feel a little sense of freedom when outside in the big city that is New York. I start walking to my right at a fast pace, I don't want to be late. 

I rush into the apartment building and ride the elevator to the 2nd floor. I stop in front of the right door, room 3C. I knock twice then kick the door twice. It's our code so they know it's one of us; after a moment, Michael, one of my fellow members, opens the door for me. 

"Hey, you're here," he says with his foreign accent. He turns around to lead me into the room, but I can't help but stare at him; he's unbelievably attractive. 

Most girls might be turned away by his grunge appearance, but if you get close to him, he can be a softie. He has his hair dyed an unusual color, it changes so often I can't even just define it; his clothing choice is much like mine, but he'll wear a little color at times. Today he's wearing a tank top of the American flag, black skinny jeans, and black combat boots. Michael is 6"1, rather tall for a boy our age, 19. He's also pretty slender, but not sickly. 

I walk into the meeting room with him directly in front of me. There, Raven, Muse, Luna, and Alexander were standing around. 

"Finally, you made it," Muse grumbles a bit.

"Yeah sorry, my mom held me up for a second," I apologize while complaining at the same time.

He just shakes his head and starts the meeting, since he IS the head of the group. "Alright guys, we have a mission."

Luna laughs. "A mission? What are we, spies?"

"No, I mean we have a job to do," he informs awkwardly. She is the only one that can do stuff like that and not get reprimanded.

Muse fills us in on the details. Allegedly, there is another person in the city with a special ability. Alexander somehow overheard, what he assumed to be the mother, talking about an occurrence her daughter had. Our job is to go and try to recruit her. 

Recruiting isn't my job, but Muse likes to have us all tag along when we do; they were all there for mine. We continue to plan how we're going to approach the person. 

Then, we set out, anticipating our potential new member.