The Hidden

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    I always had a feeling that I wasn't like others. From the markings on my arm that glow to the way my eyes change color. So I kept a low profile. It's fairly facile since I had no one. The only memory I have of my parents is the first time I opened my eyes. The first time I could authentically recollect things I was about three years old. I remember my mom picking me up out of my bed. Being rocked in her loving arms as she expressed words I didn't yet understand. Then she suddenly became vigilant, the trepidation in her eyes scaring me. I was always a quiet child, not much of a verbalizer. I regret not screaming. She told me to hide inside the closet and told me to keep quiet. Then she shut the doors gently and whispered something inhumane, next thing I knew, about thirty minutes later someone opens the doors again. I never got a chance to see their face due to the fact that it was tenebrous. He had some type of gun in his hands and an all ebony armor on. His face was even covered with a piece of armor with apertures to exhale out of. He looked around fiercely then yelled "clear!". He was gone after that and I was still sitting in the bottom of my closet with my ears tightly covered. After days of waiting for my parents to return home I eventually gave up. I found ways to provide for myself. When I went into my teenage years I became kenned to my changes.

It first began when I walked into a store for my mundane strive of survival, swipe and slip out the door was the routine. But this time security caught me. I knew I was caught but I pretended like I was irreprehensible. He asked me what I had in my bag. When I saw him in my peripheral vision I got scared. I looked him in his eyes and I told him "Just my belongings and stuff for my moms. Sir". He reiterated the words back to me like he was under a trance. Then everyone else in the store began to also. Eyes glossed over in a grayish almost white watery paste. I nearly dropped everything, they looked like zombies. So I scurried out of there and I raced home without ever looking back.I looked in the mirror and told myself that that man was crazy and so were the people.

I had to convince myself that everything was okay in my world. Just a few mishaps. The more I told myself this in the mirror or not, the worse things got. I repeatedly said it to myself in the mirror, my eyes began to change rom green to blue with specs of green in it. Another time was when I was in a rush to "school". I was in my house about to scrury out the door when in the blink of an eye, I find mysef around the corner from my "school". A gush of wind blows my hair. Every time something incipient transpired, marks would glow on my arms. This made me feel more and more homogeneous to a freak. If anyone found out I feared they would use me or experiment on me. So I was destined not to make contact with anyone, I dropped out of "school".

I aimed to live a normal life, I go to work everyday putting books away in a distraught library. It pays me well and I enjoy the atmosphere there. It's not too many people, but just enough to keep us open and it gives off the cabin in the woods vibe. After closing I walk home like a normal person. Well almost normal. The area I live in is secluded, the only house within miles and it's in the woods basically. Why? Well my parents I assume loved the feeling of being with nature.

Picking books up from the floor and putting them on the squeaky metal cart with a loose wheel, I think about things I may need for the house. Today I was doing all that needed to be done. Since the librarian, who never gets my name right decided that I needed a break, a vacation for a while. I never argue because she's so innocent and sweet and sometimes feeds me. I never rectify her when she calls me Karen, of course on my first day here I corrected her once, then the name grew on me and I decided to give it up.

The clock was hitting seven o'clock and people were leaving due to the fact that we close in thirty minutes. The library scarcely gets an abundance of people every once in while. Especially since a year ago when they put wifi and two computers in here to boom business and makes it harder to get people to actually get books. Most of the people here are strangers, it's not like this is a town where everyone knows everyone. There is also an abundance of people in this town which makes it hard to keep up with the "we're really good neighbors" vibe. In the town over is where you'll find that.

"Karen dear. I can lock up go ahead and head home before the night darkens" She told me. I looked outside the window, the sun was in fact setting in a grueling matter. A peek of it left. So I bid her goodbye and made my way out the door.
I traveled home in the cold. Winter was just departing but the wind sure wasn't. Usually it takes me at least forty five minutes to get home by bus. However, since my bike broke and so am I, it took me a bit of an hour.

I walked into the woods making my way to home sweet home. After making sure I wasn't being followed I soon found myself there. So I closed my eyes and took a big step over the Welcome mat.
When I walked in I felt an eerie chill go up my spine. "Something doesn't feel right" I stated aloud to myself. I stepped in the house more, I didn't bother to turn lights on. I feared that there was another presence in the room that was unwanted. After living in the same state of likeness in my home for years, it's almost a seventh sense that indicates when something is not as its usual mundane state.

"Oh good, you're finally home." He commenced "I've scavenged this area about a thousand times when I conclusively realized it was interestingly unknown to the human ocular perceiver. It's only a miracle I'm not human right? Anyway before I knew it, this—" he motioned to the house. "Appeared obnubilated immersed in a bunch of trees." The person laughed. "Your house is invisible to humans which means someone cloaked it--" A terrifying sensation rushed through me. The one thing surfing my mind is "I need to get rid of him and escape".
"I reckon that you didn't know that your house is only visible to inhuman things. Like yourself?" He asked

"What do you want from me. Take anything" I said afraid but prepared for the worse.

"Àngel." He quickly responded. "Akira, I've been sent to retrieve you and to take you back home. Unharmed."

"You have the wrong person my name's not Akira!" I said assertively. "L-look I don't want to cause any trouble. I have no cash or any kind of money but I'm sure I can offer you something you can pawn."

"Date of birth, April twentieth nineteen mighty-seven. Mixed, green eyes, and ebony curly hair I cerebrate? Aren't you the girl in this image" He showed me a image, of myself.
It was precisely identically to how I look now and I don't have any social media sites for him to copy an image from. He then showed me a baby picture of me like the one sitting in my parents bedroom.

"Correct am I not?" My breathing became a bit haggard. I speedily ran up the stairs to my bedroom and locked myself in the bathroom. I knew he was right on my toes.

"Did you really just run?" I heard him shout from the other side of the door. "You could have easily use your potencies against me dear" I didn't want to listen. But I don't think I had much of a cull. I got inside the tub and shut the distorted glass door that was attached.
I couldn't breathe right and my markings were showing vibrantly. I was so stuck. Trying not to panic, to faint at all the commotion transpiring around me. I hadn't realize he'd managed to break into my bathroom quietly.
I shrieked. "Leave me alone! Please just take all the jewelry you want! Please leave me!" I cried aloud

"Those markings on your arms—" Àngel began.
" They emerge based of your emotions being heightened. Also when you use your powers or when someone who is like you is in the vicinity." He pulled back his sleeves and he had markings too. Just not the same pattern as mines. "I've linked myself to you, my people found where you were because of our tech and on ground people. They sent me to get you. I came here to take you home, not to kill or steal from you. We clear?"