The Hidden

8

How strange
To dream of you
Even when
I am wide awake
~d.j

"Can you fight?"
She jumped off my lap and nodded eagerly, "Of course I can fight" her attention shifted away from me, you can tell she was either lying or unsure. I chuckled and proceeded to the other side of the room, while walking I tied my hair up. I stopped near the entrance and crossed my arms, standing with a serious look on my face.
"Knock me down." I commanded. She looked at me as if I was joking. "What are you waiting for darling?" Akira took running stance and lunged at me.

She crashed into me. Her hands collided with my abdomen trying to push somehow. It was hilarious but I kept my face blank so she wouldn't get discouraged. Many times she tried and failed. Her second attempt was to jump on me, you can guess how that turned out. I wanted to laugh at her and at how pissed off she looked trying so hard. But that would've been rude.

I watched her panting on the floor chugging down her water bottle. "A-are you not tired?" I shook my head no. "Hooowww" she groaned
"You should try aiming at my legs or maybe from behind at a faster speed." I suggested. Partially because I wanted to see the turn out and laugh when her head smacks against my back from moving so fast. "With your short stature you can definitely do some damage knocking someone down. Especially if they're my height."

"Are you making fun of me?" Shit. I frowned at her.

"Do you really think I have time for that? Nonsense. Look, if  you're gonna take out your target as soon as you get close enough. Punch them straight in the throat as hard as you can." I began telling her. "Next punch them directly in their temple, I'll either knock them out or do enough damage to help you prepare for your next move. Your opponent shouldn't know what you're next plan is, so keep your appearance neutral at all times. A smirk or difference on posture can make them see that you're being overly confident in yourself and you don't want that."

After my preaching moment I walked away to the kitchen to get a drink. Talking is exhausting. She stood up from the floor and walked towards the room for a shower of her own. Every time she touched me it took a lot in my not to panic. Not to panic about what that feeling was every time she was close to me. I teleported to the gym room and began lifting weights to distract myself.

My ability's are for a fact different than others of my kind. Due to the fact that Kistonian blood isn't the only blood that runs threw my veins. This is something that my people don't know, it's a secret that I keep to protect them because if they even tried to turn against me and kill me, I know I'd kill them first. The one thing that I learned from my father was to trust no one even if they're family. But my mother said to never to trust anyone but the person who holds you whole heart and soul.

I'm almost sure that fate has made that Akira? But unfortunately she's dishonest and untrustworthy of me and to me. I don't think she can ever bring herself to tell me her truth. Not without me forcing it out of her or reading her file. Dammit I am an absolute fuck up? I hate myself for hating something so innocent. I need to learn control. If I keep hurting her she won't ever forget. "FUCK" I yelled, tossing the 25 pound weight across the room.

After exiting the gym and walking into the living room, a whiff of fresh shower and soap brushed under my nose. I teleported to the hallway and walked into the kitchen as she walked out of the room in my t-shirt and sweats. I walked past her and sat down next to her. A hint of coconut, a smell I could get used to. She seemed deep in thought and I chose not to pry or pick her brain. I typed away on my phone.

To: General

We're at the Cabin Retreat. Checkpoint #1
Sent 6:30pm

From: General

We'll be expecting you shortly sir.
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"Y-You're probably the first person I've seen without a cracked iPhone." She began, breaking the awkward silence. "Every person I have uh-seen back home and at Pineville's library seem to have a cracked smartphone." A small smile placed itself upon her face.
"D-did you know that the best books are sold at Pinevilles Greatest. That's the library's name." Akira picked at her fingernails nervously.

She nervously avoided eye contact with me and chuckled out a "I had to say a dumb line every time a costumer asked for s-service. How do you need help with book. I mean... it wa-was just a um 24/7  "How may I be of service" thing." I chuckled a bit. Her attention for a short minute was on me and not her petite hands. She smiled at my acknowledgment and I felt us connecting.

"I actually had to smile while saying it too. This one time though... I didn't smile at all. In fact I don't even think I said anything out my mouth. I kinda just...um...stared at the guy until he went away." This time we both laughed. For real, not a giggle, not a chuckle, but a real laugh. "M-Mrs.Samuels realized my discomfort and gave me the job of picking up books and putting them back on shelves. If anyone needed help they went to her."

"She made a wise decision. We wouldn't want the nicest person in the world getting complaints. Was he really the only person?" I asked her humorously.

"No it took three people for her to switch me." She laughed. This time she sat down looking to get more comfortable.
"I just loved the scenery and the books. It had an abandoned library that's also a really cozy place to live in look... I never thought about leaving. Ever. E-even when she constantly got my name wrong. S-she called me Karen even when I corrected her. Maybe I just looked like a Karen to her. I worked there for two years, barely paid and I loved it all." A look of sadness passed her face. I wanted to comfort her.

"I wonder what m-my parents would say i-if they seen me now?" I stared at her as she played with her fingers and stared at nothing. I wanted to just pick her up place her in my lap and hold her. I want her pain to be gone for good because people like her doesn't deserve pain. I wanted to tell her that they'd probably be proud of her for surviving on her own.

"Wanna watch TV?" I asked, she looked at me in disbelief before nodding her head yes.
I sat on the couch and waited for her to choose a movie or show. She was deciding between the most silliest movies that I didn't even know I had. Grey's Anatomy, The Office, Angry Birds, all cheesy stuff.
I now regret asking her I should have just watched TV by myself. There's only one other person who knows about this house and when I get back home she better run or hide, better yet. She better board a ship to space. The movie played and she sat with her legs crossed and hands in her lap. Every time something she thought was funny came up she laughed to the point that there was tears in her eyes. How do you find this much joy in a children's movie. But then again how do I find this much joy in watching her be happy.

To: Azara
          Your dead
Sent 8:00pm

From: Azara
                Love you too Red.
Read 8:01pm