Gifted

Chapter 21

Clara's POV

"You need to rescue him Clara!" Mason say. She repeated herself and the words finally sunk in.

"Why can't you?" I ask.

"I...," Mason trails off.

"C'mon Clara we have to leave before things die down and someone wonders where we went," Mark says grabbing my wrist

"Here," Mason took my hand and dropped a small green and orange jewelled pin inside it.

"I took it from him so he'd be safer...but now that I've thought about it, he's safer with it," she says. Tears welled up inside her eyes.

"The tunnel's right here," Bret points towards the dark corner of the closet. As I got closer the outline of a small door became more apparent.

"Good luck," Mason whispers as Mark opened the door.

Carefully, I shut the door behind myself as Mark lead me down the dark passage. The tunnel was pitch black, the light coming from the small flame hovering over Mark's hand.

"Do you know how we're going to find Bret?" I ask quietly breaking the silence. A moment passed before Mark face-palmed himself.

"Why?!" Mark curses. Obviously he didn't have a plan.

"Do you have one of those weird twin-sense thing where you can sense where each other are?" Mark asks.

A memory flashed back to where I had talked to Bret in a dream. But I don't think talking to him in a dream counted.

"No but why don't we get out of this tunnel before we do anything," I suggested. Mark continued down the path until light shimmered down from above us. A ladder lead up to a grate where the light was coming from.

"We climb up here and we'll be right outside the government building," Mark says.

"Eww, if this is a grate are we in the sewer?!" ai exclaim.

"It's complicated but no we're not in the sewer," he says. Mark extinguish the flame in his hand and proceeds to climb the ladder. When he was at the top he pushed the grate out of the way, leaving enough room for both of us to get through.

"C'mon," he motions with his hand to come forwards. I climb the ladder and vault myself out. Mark closes the grate behind me. We're in an alley.

"Have any ideas on where to find him?" I suggest.

"There is something I haven't tried in a while," he says sticking his hands in his pockets.

"Well try it! We're in freaking New York! There's really no point in not trying!" I say.

"Fine," he replys. He comes closer to me and takes my hand.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I say. I snatch my hand back.

"Clara I haven't done this in a while so I need to concentrate. I don't need your attitude right now," he says. I held out my hand again for him. Gently, he took it and closed his eyes. Before I could protest his hands began to glow a bright red.

"You're on fire!" I shout. But Mark didn't appear to hear, the glow only got brighter. I attempt moving away but Mark's grip was extremely tight. I was too busy trying to get a way to notice the glow subdued.

"You could've killed me!" I shout.

"It wasn't fire," he shrugs.

"That's no excuse- wait what do you mean it's not fire?" I say.

"It glow," he says and holds out his hand which is once again burning.

"What the hell is that?!" I say.