It's Not Magic

Three

After I'd managed to push through all of the people, I didn't stop running until I was one hundred percent positive that I was in the clear. Meaning, I didn't stop running for a while.

And when I'd finally stopped, I was out of breath, and I walked over to a nearby building to lean against for support, setting my bag on the ground next to me. My heart was beating fast from running and the adrenaline that was pumping through me. I could not get caught twice in two days.

Once my heart rate and breathing slowed a little, I took my hand off the wall, grabbing my bag from the ground next to me. Cautiously, I walked down the street further, wary of the people walking past me. They must've heard of the two in the square a couple blocks over. And of course, what normal human being wouldn't be curious at the thought of two magicians rebelling?

I laughed at the word magician. Magic doesn't really exist. Our DNA just happened to have the slim, yet wonderful chance to mutate to give us our abilities. So, if anything, we're mutts. Mutations. Mutants. Yet, somehow, magician sounds the most pleasant. Like humanity was trying to dull the truth.

"This way, men! Let's get these magicians before they disappear," I heard a gruff voice growl about seventy feet away.

Gasping in fear, I pressed myself against the wall, not wanting to be seen. I watched as they ran past, about a hundred of them running past, their boots pounding against the ground, guns and other weapons held tightly in their hands. I held my breath as they stormed past, not daring to breath for fear of being noticed.

But as they all went past, I noticed how none of them even glanced in my direction, as if I wasn't there. I glanced down at my body, and saw why. I wasn't there. Well, I was invisible. They hadn't noticed because they didn't know I was there in the first place.

Once they all passed me, I let out the breath I was holding and looked down at myself again. I was visible. Looking around, I made sure no one was around to see me become visible. Even being associated with the abilities is a bad thing. Once I was sure I was in the clear, I continued walking towards the edge of town.

"C'mon," I heard a male voice whisper. I wasn't sure where it was coming from, but I did my best to ignore it. "Hurry up. We can't get caught here." The voice sounded impatient, but I wasn't going to let that influence me into investigating.

"Oh calm down, Max. You worry too much," another voice chimed in, sounding older than the first, and much calmer. Like he knew what he was doing.

"Wally, just hurry the hell up, and maybe I wouldn't worry so much." The first voice paused. "They should be ending soon. Unless they were caught, which was likely," he said, sounding as if he was pacing.

Now I was curious. Turning down the next road, I followed the voices, Max and Wally, to their conversation.

"Wally, c'mon, let's get the hell out of here."

"Max, shut up. You're too impatient." Wally sighed. "No wonder she sent you on this," he muttered. I barely heard that comment, meaning I was a good distance away from them.

"Don't "Max" me, Wally. And no, I'm not impatient." Max sounded defensive, and his voice was getting higher pitched with his defense. Not very convincing.

"I'll "Max" you all I want, Maxine. God, you're such a girl sometimes." I couldn't help but chuckle at that. They sounded like an old married couple.

"Hey!" Max yelled, his voice getting louder, and not just because of him yelling. I was getting closer. "Don't call me that! I'm not a girl."

Wally scoffed. "Whatever, Maxy. Just help me with this stuff."

I continued walking as I heard stuff moving around, and something glass break. All sounds stopped in that instant.