The Rarest One

The Aunt Part 21

(Crystal)

"So, what do we need to know about this aunt?" Puck took out a large tablet.

"Tell me that tablet can't be traced?" I rolled my eyes, thinking, "We have managed to avoid Gates this long, only to have him track us by a tablet."

"It's not traceable, trust me," Puck snorted.

"She's younger than my dad, by a lot," I snorted.  "From what I know, she's only twenty-two and her name is Melanie Mason.  She dream walks and reads minds.  She left the family seven years ago, and I think it has something to do with my dad pushing her away.  Probably to protect her."

"Can we come back to the 'reads minds' part?" Adrian asked, looking a little green.

"She reads thoughts, but I think only if you project them loudly enough," I pull my Glock out, and check my ammo.

"Expecting trouble?" Scott looked at the gun.

"You think, you think!" exclaimed Adrian.  "That is not very comforting."

"Don't worry, I got you covered," I reassured him, as we pulled into a very bad neighborhood.  I mean bad, like the kind that you wouldn't enter in the first place.

"What does that even mean?" Adrian asked,  "You do know that in a horror show when someone tells the other, they got them covered, it never turns out good."

"Relax, Adrian," I spoke as Scott jerked away from the window as a bunch of gangsters walked beside the fancy camaro, which was much too flashy for this neighborhood, and tapped on the glass.  "She won't be able to read any minds while I'm around."  I took the gun off of my lap and pointed it at the gangsters.  They sneered, put their hands in the air and backed away from us.  "This is it."  I motion to the dirty, dark apartment building.

"Ugh," Puck stepped out of car after Scott and myself.  "They need to clean this place up, and invest in some air fresheners."

"Welcome to the hood," I tucked my gun into my waist line, locking the car after everyone was out.

"I would have preferred never to have had to go into a 'hood,' I mean, seriously, I would have avoided this experience for the rest of my life, but let's go," Hugh's nose wrinkled. "I guess."

"She is on the top floor," I pulled open the door and stepped inside of the dingy building.

The hallways were dark.  As we passed a doorway, it rattled and loud cusses came from the other side.  I jumped forward and Scott chuckled.  I rolled my eyes, and whispered, "You are such a jerk." 

"And you love me," he murmured, choking back his laughter.   

I climbed the squeaky stairs, shaking my head.  I walked down the halls until I found her room.  Lifting my hand to knock, a voice asked, "What do you want?" 

"Open the door," I ordered, and I heard her mumbling.

"Why should I open the door?" her voice growled.  

"Because," I paused, "I'm your niece and your brother, my father, is dead."

"I don't know what your talking about," she was turning away from the door because her voice was growing softer.

"Please, we need your help, and we have nowhere to go," I tell her.  "Do you remember your brother? Steve Mason?"

"Why can't I read your minds?" her voice moved closer to the door.

"Because I'm blocking you," I tell her.

"That's not possible.  No one can block a telapathist," she reached the door.

"Well, I can, please I have a plan," I silently begged her to open the door. 

It swung open and we were yanked inside.