Hooded Men

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Misty's P.O.V

The cold wind blows softly across my face, making me a shiver.

Around six years ago, when I turned thirteen, I was given a curse. I had found out that I was one of the Elementals, that I could control water.

My parents kicked me out when I told them, in fear that they could also feel Mayor Jinzeenin wrath. That he would hurt them for giving birth to an Elemental, the one thing the Mayor seemed to despise most. I was forced to fend for myself.

I let cold tears run down my face as I slide down the wall, bringing my knees up to face.

"What's a sad, pretty little girl like you doing out here?" a deep voice speaks up.

I lift my head to see five hooded men blocking every exit.

"Leave me along!" I cry out, trying to sound strong while whipping the tears away.

One man grabs my wrist forcefully, pulling me towards a black van.

"Your going to get us rich, little girl," another hooded man says looking straight  into my eyes, making me feel exposed.

"That's right," another man said gleefully, "We know you're an Elemental, been watching ya for days."

Well that's not a slight bit creepy.

I know that it's was my fault though. Yesterday I had used my power, putting myself in danger of being sighted.

Yet, the water I had summoned soothed my parched throat, making another day bearable.

Not wanting to be sold into money, I kick the man holding me in the stomach,  making him let go.

Another man ran up from behind, trying to grab me but I clenched my hand into a fist and swung my hand straight into his face. Blood slowly drips done his face from his nose.

He suddenly starts screaming in pain, which takes me of guard.

Momentarily unaware, one man grabs my waist and flips me onto the ground. He places a foot onto my back,  making me feel powerless.

"You will pay for that," the man who flipped me says. He throws a dagger onto the floor next to my arm, scrapping my skin slightly.

I hiss in pain as the wound on my arm begins to sting, a warm liquid starts to drip out of my arm.

"Stop this you idiots," a loud and sharp, yet soothing, voice speaks up.

The weight from my back releases. I lift my head to see all the hooded men running back to their van.

My head feels heavy and stars dance across my vision.

I let my eyes close as the world around starts to fuzzy out.

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