FREAK

Amber

God damn it, Blake. He forgot to give me the address or even the last name. He even turned off his fucking ear piece. I now have a ten year old boy most likely running from whoever was going to take him to his altercation. Great. If it wasn't for Blake, I wouldn't have been almost fired three times. Eh, what can you do? He's an old man.
I grabbed one of the pistols out of the locked cabinet. Blake had said he was a violent one. I couldn't take any chances. Last time we let that happen, the liberator didn't even survive.
I grabbed for the ring again as he came back into mind. The only thing that came out of his mission was the kid. I told him it would be fine without a gun. I told him that they never even get close enough to grab a hair off of your head. When the girl came back sobbing, I knew that I was wrong. When she told me that he was missing, my heart sunk more than it already had. I was such an idiot.
I shit the door to my room and headed to Noah's school. I knew one place that he would be and that would be school. I just had to hope that one thing happened. The thing that hadn't happened since his target. I had to hope that his altercation was postponed for a day.
I stationed myself high up into a tree. I finally shut my eyes after the long ass day that I had with that little girl. Her parents put up a good fight. Maybe that was just because one was modeled off of a horse.
My thinking trailed off as I slipped into a deep sleep. I only awakened when I heard a rather loud bell ring.
Fuck did I miss it?
Surely enough, the kids were inside. My watch read seven thirty. To be honest, I was actually seven hours early not late.
I let out I sigh of dissatisfaction in my timing and continued to let my imagination carry off me for seven hours. The method actually worked as another bell rang and children flooded the sidewalk.
I looked hard for the one that matched Noah's description.
No. Nope. What the- . Ok no. Nu uh. Negative. Absolutely not. Um... what. AHAH!
The kid stuck out like a soar thumb. He was surrounded by the altercated.
     I'm pretty sure this next part is going to sound stalkerish. But, I followed the kid home. Yes, two straight miles of me following this kid in the in the shadows. He turned to look at me a few times but I managed to keep him from noticing me for the most part.
     I hated having to track the children like this. It sends them into such paranoia. Almost as if the world hadn't beaten them senseless already.
     The young boy hesitated and took a breath before entering his home. It was clear that he regretted having to proceed into the building. If anybody knows anything about the word 'home', hesitation isn't supposed to be one's first reaction.
     He ran past a man that looked to be his father. The altered man lay on the couch unconscious as his son quietly made his way to his room. The poor kid looked scared out of his mind.
     The kid locked himself in his room all night. He skipped dinner and stayed under his bed reading a book. That made my job easier. I wouldn't have to spend time fighting an altered.
     I inhaled and exhaled sharply before climbing up to the boy's window. He seemed to notice me but his face relaxed when he realized that I wasn't altered. 
     He opened the window for me and looked up. He seemed to be shivering as he stated, "if you're here to hurt me, go ahead. If you're not, please help."
     My tense face relaxed as well in attempts to seem more gentle. "Of coarse," I said, "let's get you out of here."