Vibrant *ON HOLD*

Get Out

I crash into the room with a bang.

Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead!

I look to the floor, where a chair is upside down. A boy I know as Louis is sitting in it. We lock eyes for a moment, but then they shut.

I kneel beside him. His breathing becomes labored.

I think of leaving. I need to get out of here before I get killed too. He might be dead already. This room still has so much of the gas that I'm getting dizzy.

No, I'm not leaving. He's probably my only friend. Ok, he is my only friend. I don't want to be alone again. It's nice that his power's one in a million too.

"C'mon, wake up Louis. Wake up!" I whisper, urgently.

I need to do something. Get him out of the room, at least. If it doesn't save him, at least he'll die out of here.

Having come to the decision to get him out, I pick him up. For some reason, I've always been really strong. Like, supernaturally strong. Sigh, everything about me is weird.

I've never been very fast though.

Which is a problem when escaping a bunch of people who want you dead.

My life is amazing. Note the sarcasm.

I run as fast as I can, turning invisible. Louis turns clear as well.

Somehow they still catch me.