[COMPLETED. Wait for Book 2.]
Maggie Harts is a metahuman - more exactly, a telepath. She is more commonly known as Puppeteer, as she utilizes her abilities to take over people's brains and control their exact movements. She used them to gain advant...
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CHAPTER 11
Earlier....
Maggie stuffed the tube of cheesy potato chips into a slot she managed to shape from her elbows, before unscrewing the cap of Mountain Dew. Taking a single gulp, she moved to the door and readied her palm to push it open. She intended to finish her snack before they moved on.
She knocked once, and gripped the handle of her handgun in case a creature would come barging out. Stepping back slightly, she was instead met with silence. Sighing in relief, she pulled out a hand and grasped the rusted handle, but she was startled to the bone when two knocks came from behind the door.
Biting her lip, she used her telepathy to detect living beings. And well enough, she could detect brainwaves from a well-preserved and intact brain. She would guess it wasn't a creature and rather another human, but that didn't deter her suspicions. She stiffened her grasp and pushed open, and she was greeted with a shocking sight.
A boy, approximately nine or eight years her junior sat huddled directly behind the door. His face was masked with debris and riddled with fear, but it seemed to decrease when he witnessed Maggie opening the door and discovering him. However, fate decided that wasn't enough and gave Maggie another scene to look at; two corpses, supposedly the boy's parents, had been tucked away in the right corner. Their faces had been horribly mutilated, but there was no sharp objects to indicate the boy's involvement in this.
"Are you here to murder me?" he asked, a British accent lacing his words. "Superman - he's a real cracker. He can come in here and whoop your arse if you try anything."
Maggie shook her head and closed the door behind her, before kneeling before the kid, curiosity shining in her brilliant blue eyes. She gestured at the corpses. The kid fumbled with his fingers, obviously uncomfortable in revealing what had happened to the unrecognizable carcasses.
"Those bloody creatures did it," he said quietly. "We were just minding our own business, takin' care of the store. Then people stopped coming, and the next night we heard terrible screams. Dad put us in here and grabbed his shotgun, told us to wait while he checked what was going on outside. So we waited - he didn't come back. Mum went outside to find him. She didn't come back either. Then the screams stopped, and I came out to find them. When I did, they were already...." he waved a palm at them, eyes brimming with tears. "Like this."
"So I dragged them in, and before I could get in the storage, I saw one of them. Those creepy creatures. You saw them right, lady?"
Maggie frowned at the memory, but nodded slowly. This boy.... he had been alone for Lord knows how long. No child deserved this. Maggie had never began riots when children were involved in the crowd - it was her common sense ruling over her sick need of money to keep her meaningless existence intact.
