The Charm Of Her

Temporary Home

Dakota and I sauntered down the empty street.  I had a strange feeling we were being followed, and I stopped abruptly. Dakota looked over at me, confusion etched within his features, stopping as well.  "What's wrong, Emma?"

"I.. I feel like we're being followed."  I stuttered, my voice quieter than I expected it to be.  I look around, nothing unusual in sight.  That doesn't particularly mean that there isn't someone following us.  I've been on edge lately.  In the last two months a lot of strange things have been happening.  My Aunt died two months ago, and Dakota and I have been on the run ever since.  We are alert every second.  Sometimes we see strange men that seem to be following us discretely, dwelling in the shadows.  Before my Aunt met her untimely death, she told me to not trust anyone.  She warned me about these men.  Dakota, and my other friend Ciara are the only people I trust.

I've known Dakota since we were very young.  Our parents were good friends.  When our parents disappeared mysteriously, Dakota and I stayed with my Aunt Jillian.  She is a very kind soul, and she took care of us as a mother would.  She didn't have children of her own.  Aunt Jillian looked very young, but she was in her early forties.  Her and I had the same hair, but she had soft hazel eyes to compliment her hair.  I started to think about her distinct features, missing every part of her.  I missed her dainty hands, and her brilliant mind.  

"Let's keep going."  Dakota said, breaking me out of my reverie.  I wanted to run, but I didn't want to show whoever was following us that fear controlled our beings.  We wanted to prove something, we wanted to prove that we were strong and had the capability to beat anything that was thrown our way, including them.  "We are almost there anyway, it will only be a couple of minutes."

"I know." I answer, unsure.

"You know, I think I may be starting to get another ability." Dakota says.  I look up at him, then we continue walking forward.  "I think I can control the elements, but I've only tried fire though."  Dakota has the ability of foresight, and telekinesis.  

I looked at him for a moment with surprise.  "You can control fire?"  I ask in a curious tone.

"Yeah, I think so.  It's not like the abilities you have, but I still like what I can do."  My abilities are quite ordinary, for someone with abilities.  Strength, speed, and I guess you can include my intelligence and photographic memory.  My mind is like a safe, keeping every memory fresh in my mind as if it just happened.  I can run so fast I become a blur.  I am stronger than a dozen men.  No one believes that I can do these things because of my small figure.  I'm 5'3, sixteen years of age, and I weigh one hundred and five pounds.   

"Dakota, you're so much better than me.  You know that."  

"No, you're so intelligent.  I would love to be as smart as you.  Plus, you're a lot stronger than me and that isn't fair."

"It's not always better, I have a lot of struggle with control."

We stopped for a moment in front of what we consider our temporary home.  A two story high brick building.  In one corner the building seemed to be fading, and crumbling away.  There were a few windows placed to let light shine through.  This is where people like us hide.  What do we call it?  Not sure yet, it's still new two us.  We were the ones who found the building.

We walk inside, and with a flash of blue hair, the fourteen year old girl came running up to me.  A grin appears upon my face as she embraces me.  She is like the little sister I never had.  "Ciara, I missed you."  I spoke cheerfully.

Ciara gave me a squeeze, not a single word escaping her round lips.  She looked up at me and I admired her caramel colored skin complimenting her beauty.  I believed that her voice would match the beauty she held.  Sadly, I would never hear it for Ciara is mute.  She has the ability to speak with her mind.  She sends thoughts to people she wants to talk to.  It is a long process because she is still learning.  I think if she works on it more she could speak to more than one person at a time.