Saving Cassandra

But Who Are You?

     Life has been normal. Well, more or less. I always have the visions. I've had them forever though, since I was a kid, so I guess that is normal to me. I don't talk about it to anyone else. I can't. I only told him. Andrew Clark. He was the only one I could trust with my ability, and with my life. And now he's gone.

     I took over his business. A small business tucked away in the corner of Providence. He left it to me in his will. It's not much of a living, but it's the only living I need. Crappy apartment, small business, clothes and my worn leather jacket. Home sweet home.

      I go by Cassidy Driver here. It's better this way, no one knowing my name. That way they can't find me. I don't exactly know who they are, but from the small details I remember from life before the accident, my parents did. And I needed to hide from them at all costs. Which is quite easy after moving states, changing my name, and cutting contact from anyone and everyone who knew me before the crash. I haven't seen anyone from my former life since then. Not that I'd remember them anyway. I only know what lies ahead because of the flashes. The ones that breaks the laws of time themselves.

        The ones that show me the future.

       I was walking away from the store after closing up when I saw it again. Usually I only see a flash once. The same flash never repeats itself. Except for this one. I've been seeing this one for three months now. It takes place in a dark room. There's a shadowy figure sitting on the ground on his knees with his hands behind his head. I was holding my gun, the one that I always carry with me now, ever since I could buy one legally. My hands raised slowly, and I noticed something that ran a chill down my spine. My hands were shaking. My hands never shake. I look away just before I hear it.

         Bang

         When I come to I look around quickly and quietly to make sure nobody saw me. When I think the coast is clear, I continue walking. Then I felt the same familiar sense I know all too well at this point. He, she, whoever it is is following me again. I can sense them. I decide to try something I haven't tried before. That is, try to see him. I continue walking as if nothing is happening, my heart racing in my chest. I soon as he starts following me, I turn around quickly.

         I lock gazes with him. His intense emerald eyes making me feel almost cold. He had shaggy, dark brown hair and a worn black leather jacket. His shirt was grey and his jeans were ripped. His boots had scuffs all over. He looked like he had been in a fight. But his .His smirk was unmistakable. He wasn't here for a fight. So what was he here for.

         "I know you've been following me. The jig is up. Who are you?"

        His smirk turned into a wide mischievous grin at that question, making me instantly regret asking. "Well, do you mean my name or who I am? My name is Trace Crowley. And your name is Cassandra. I know that much about you. But who are you?"

          I blinked in confusion, then my face hardened and I glared at him. "You already know who I am. I know who you are, alright. You're one of them."

         His smirk returned. "I'm simply me. And my dear Cassandra, how can you know I'm one of them when you don't even know who they are?"

          With that he ran into the dead end ally way. I ran after him but my eyes couldn't really comprehend what I saw. Or what I didn't see.

           He was gone.