The Four

1

I set the last box down and look around. This is a nice little house. I'm not going to need it for long though. I am only planning to staying for 4 months, only until graduation. After that I am going to try and get a completely new identity and try and not use my powers at all. Using my powers is part of why I get caught so easily.

           I check the time and realize it is almost midnight. I have been unpacking for 9 hours. That is ridiculous, I shouldn't have that much stuff. I didn't think it was possible for me to have that much stuff. Over the years I must have collected everything without even knowing it. I go into my room and fall onto my bed, it has been a long day. I kick off my shoes and stand back up. I strip off my shirt and unbutton my pants. I put on a flowy crop top and pull on a pair of gray sweatpants.

I unfold my blankets and make my bed. I lay down and try to fall asleep. I try so hard to fall asleep, but every time I close my eyes I see them. I see them trying to get to me, trying to kill me. This has been happening more and more over the years. I have learned to live on only a few hours of sleep each week. Its not ideal but it will have to do. I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling, thinking about how tomorrow will go. Will it be a good, bright, sunny day, or will it be a dark, gloomy, and hate filled day? I end up falling asleep to these thoughts.

I walk up the stairs to my third period class, the same as every other day. For some reason today feels different, I can't quite put my finger on it. I enter the classroom and take my usual seat, third seat of the fourth row. I get my Literature textbook out and turn to the page number that is written on the whiteboard. I start to skim through the pages as I try to listen to what Mr. Thomas is droning on and on about. I begin to hear people shouting in the hallway and look up to see what is going on. Mr. Thomas opens the door and walks into the hallway. The next thing I know he is on the floor bleeding from his mouth and chest.

Everybody starts to scream and run around the classroom. A man with a black mask on walks into the classroom. He screams for everyone to shut up and sit against the wall. He pulls a picture out of his pocket and begins comparing it to all of the girls in the class. They are looking for me, of course they found me again. The man stops at me and glances back and forth between me and the girl in the picture.

"Found you." He says in a sing song voice.

I start to panic. He reaches for me but I move out of his way and stand up before he could grab me. I get into a fighting stance and challenge him to a fight. He chuckles and takes of his jacket. He gets into the same position as I am and we begin. He is the first to throw a punch. Typical. I easily duck and punch him in the stomach. He bends over in pain and I take that chance to knee him in the face. Hard. I hear a crack and I know I have broken his nose. He falls back onto the floor and looks up at me, waiting. I walk over to him and bend down so that I am face to face with him. I smirk and take off his mask. I gasp and back away in shock. It is Devin Myers, I was friends with him at one of the first schools I went to.

He smiles and stands up. He wipes blood off of his face and pulls out his gun. Does he really think he can take me on with a gun. I begin to laugh at him. He looks so confused it is fantastic.

"Have you forgotten Devin? Did they not inform you of what I can do?" I say in a cocky tone

He looks even more confused so I decide to show him what I can do. I raise my right hand and snap my fingers. Almost instantly he is knocked onto his ass. I raise both of my arms and call for tree roots to pick him up. He is screaming as the roots do whatever I want them to. I hear yelling behind me and turn around. What I see makes my stomach drop. There is at least ten other men in black ski masks, each one has somebody in their arms with a gun pointed at their heads. I drop my guard so that I could try and help them. I take a few steps forward when I hear a loud bang. The next thing I know I am on the ground bleeding from my right side. He shot me, Devin actually shot me. I touch my side and look at all of the blood on my hand. This is it, I am going to die.