Woven at the Soul

Dead Fugitives on the Run

It's go time, bitch.

Wow. What a nice thing to wake up to.

Hey, it's not my fault I'm excited that I have super powers.

We. We're the same person dumbass.

Wait, shit.

We're an idiot.

Yep.

Enough thinking to myself. It was time to wake up and start finding out what we could do. The whole 'super powers' thing was kind of scary, knowing what we can do. Hell, Madeleine, a 5 year old girl, and myself, a 14 year old boy, killed a grown man. Scary. Lethal.

I kept quiet as Izac sat up, a little dazed. At least I wasn't the only one up now. He looked over at me, eyes half closed.

"Wanna talk outside, man?" He asked, trying not to slur over his words. I nodded and stood up and opened the door. We closed the door behind us and slumped against the wall. "We should make a plan. We can't survive forever without any supplies." I nodded in agreement.

"We could probably sneak back to our houses to get some clothes. My parents will most likely be at work during the day. They never really cared what I did. They always said I'd get myself hurt one day." I chucked. Surprisingly, Izac seemed to sigh in agreement with me.

"Same here, to be honest. Besides, they always liked my older brother better. I bet when they heard the news, their first thought was 'At least it's only Izac. We still have Jeremy.' Jerks." He scowled, putting his arms on his knees.

I looked at him with slight puppy-dog eyes, then looked away, unsure what to say.

"What are you two doing up?"

We turned around to see Arlene, drowsy and standing in the doorway.

"We were just waiting for you guys to get up so we could make a plan." I explained, standing up while making vague hand gestures. Stupid habit.

"Parcee says we should sneak back into our houses to get supplies so we can survive out here." Izac said, relaying my plan to Arlene. She nodded in approval.

"It'll be pretty easy for me, seeing that I live on my own. No one visits me, so that's not a problem." Arlene laughed it off, but I saw sparks of pain in her eyes. I pursed my lips and walked back into the small room we were sleeping in.

"Hey, Madeleine, it's time to get up." I whispered crouching down next to her. She slowly opened her eyes and sat up, rubbing them.

"Already?" She groaned, momentarily unaware of our fragile situation. I nodded and helped her up. We walked back out and she took Arlene's hand. She obviously trusts her more. I mean, why wouldn't she?

We got out of the facility and found the edge of the forest and the town. It was still dark. Good. We made it to Arlene's place quickly and let ourselves in through the window.

"I just need to pack a backpack. I'll be done in a minute. Just try to stay quiet, okay?" She rushed out, scurrying around the small apartment.

It was only then I noticed how nice her place was.

Rustic but somehow, also modern furniture, wooden walls surrounding a carpeted floor, frame-like wooden ceiling with opaque glass over it. The furniture was organised and clean, like in those 'house remodelling' television shows. My mom always loved them, and I always caught the mistakes that the designers made. Pink is not a shade.

After Arlene got everything she needed into a duffle bag, we headed to my house, which was in the uptown part of our small city.

It's quiet uptown.

I stationed the rest of the group in some bushes while I climbed up onto the lower level of my roof so I could get in without waking up my parents. I've had a lot of practice and was practically a professional.

I got inside and packed up a small duffel bag with a few changes of clothes, some money, a water bottle, some energy bars, and anything we could keep ourselves warm with.

I slowly and carefully opened my window, but then spotted something that I should've grabbed first.

My phone.

How could I forget that? I grabbed it along with a pair of headphones, a pair of earbuds, and a portable charger as well as the plug. All set.

I climbed out my window and closed it, looking into my room for the last time.

I almost felt sad.

Then I remembered why I wasn't coming clean in the first place.

Right.

I joined the group and we went over to Izac's house, which surprisingly, was only a few blocks away. He was in and out in under five minutes which was pretty impressive, but also strange.

He probably didn't think, just grabbed what he expected we'd need.

That's reasonable.

Lastly, we got to Madeleine's house- er, mansion. Her parents must be millionaires. Arlene helped her gather some of her things and to my surprise, only had one stuffed animal with her. I was expecting around ten.

None the less, we were ready to leave. It was sad; we had lived here all our lives and now, to the public eye, we were dead. Go figure.

This was for the best.

And it was our only option.

"Where are we going now?" Madeleine asked, holding Arlene's hand.

"I, don't know. But, wherever we go, we'll have each other." Arlene smiled at her, knowing she had to be as confident as possible.

We may not end up anywhere superb, but we will always have the story of tonight.