To The Blue

[One]

Sierra sighed and stretched, letting go of the shopping cart she was pushing. A big yawn escaped from her mouth, making her feel even more tired. She rubbed her eyes and gazed into space, before snapping to attention and going back to shopping. She wanted to go back to her room and relax on her comfortable bed.

"Thank you."

Sierra said to the lady at the cashier and grabbed her grocery bag full of vegetables she just bought. The weather outside was well....the usual. The weather on Pluto can't change much since it's never like the Earth. She turned the corner and looked around, finding a 'WANTED' poster on the wall. She sighed. The poster showing a boy around her age with electric blue eyes and a little dirty blond hair poster had been going around for at least 4 or 5 days already. The number of guards in the city increased, making the atmosphere tighter than the usual. Not that Sierra cared as everyone else did crazily, though. In fact, she didn't even read the little box under the picture of the boy. Of course, Sierra didn't want any harm around her, but still, she didn't really like the idea of this 'WANTED-so-everyone-else-help-us-catch-him' system, it made her feel like she was becoming evil even though the act wasn't seen so.

The usual Sierra would've shaken her head and walked away with a yawn from it, but today, something was different. She stepped closer to the wanted poster and read the contents for the first time.

'Peter McGuire. An Earthling. Possesses a rare dangerous ability to read a person's memory and also sharing his to other people. An escapee from Azicbare Jail, armed with a stolen pistol. With the possibility of a mental disorder. If you see this being, contact the government immediately. If you help him, you are equally guilty and will be punished as so. Do the right thing, report and relax, knowing that your safety is in our hands.

Contact number: 000-0000-0000'

Sierra slightly rolled her eyes. She couldn't see how this memory-blah-blah-blah thing was dangerous to other people at all. Maybe he'd actually done something using it, though she couldn't imagine how or what. But he'd escaped Earth, and also the Azicbare Jail, which must mean that it's serious, but also impressive and a stunning thing for the government to come across. Well, she couldn't say the boy was safe, reading the pistol and the mental disorder part. Though he was being chased by the government, she couldn't see anything wrong on his face in the picture. Instead, she realized it was the boy's electric blue eyes holding a determined and strong, yet slightly sad expression at the same time that had somehow pulled her closer into the poster this time.

'Well, it's not like this had anything to do with me,' She thought, and then once again started to walk back to her house.

Sierra unlocked the key and opened the front door of the house as quietly as she could, that being a natural habit of hers from since her little sister was a baby when she often took a nap while she was out. She took off her shoes and remembered that her mother and sister had gone out to their friend's party or something. She went to the kitchen and placed down the grocery bag on the counter, and picked up her favorite book and went to her room upstairs. Thinking of her comfy bed and a snack, Sierra lazily turned the doorknob and opened the door. But she shrieked instantly when she did, as she saw a boy with torn-off clothes stuffing a chocolate bar on her desk to his mouth. The room was all messed up, her drawer opened and furniture moved around.

The boy flipped his head back toward Sierra who stood by the door, frozen in shock and terror. The boy grabbed a small black pistol and pointed to her head.

"Who are you?" He hissed.

"Excuse me? Who are you? And, why are you eating my snack?" Sierra shot back, though she deeply regretted what she'd just done. This stranger had a pistol pointed to her, which could instantly spill her brain and she was talking about a chocolate snack bar. Panic ran through her head and at the corner of her brain, she regretted leaving the grocery bag downstairs in the kitchen. The bag wasn't as strong as the pistol, but at least her aiming was good if she was going to throw something. She couldn't think of what to do, so she did the first thing that came to her mind; she kept talking.

"No one steals my snack-for-reading! And you're in my room without even asking and messed it up, and you're asking me who I am? That's the question I should be asking! Who are-" Then Sierra gasped as the realization hit her when she saw the boy's face properly. Blond hair, electric bright blue eyes- "Peter McGuire."