The Savior: Origins

Chapter Thirty

After we were cleaned up and ready to go we made up a spot on the bench near where our bus was destined to arrive. We sat there for a moment, Florida swinging her legs idly and Ty falling asleep on my shoulder over the edge of the bench.

"How much longer?" Florida asked. I looked over at the analog clock nearby.

"Another six hours." The groans that came out her mouth where unbearable. I looked at her defeated.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, "I don't have anything to keep you occupied." She sat there for a moment, her brows furrowed in thought.

"Ooh! Can I explore!" I looked at her worriedly, nervous thoughts of her getting hurt or lost entered my mind. She was so little and the world was so big.

"No. Too dangerous." I stated, she crossed her arms and sat there upset. I sat there, feeling the blank slate of boredom entering my mind as well.

"She should be fine." I heard a voice next to me state. I looked over and saw a dark haired and pale skinned boy standing there in a long trench coat, dark sunglasses and leather gloves. He looked like he had a long day. "San Francisco isn't exactly known for its crime rate."

I sighed and looked over at Florida, who seemed even more eager now.

"Fine, but don't go too far. And if anything bad happens, come back here, and if you can't, scream." She nodded quickly and happily before hopping up and bounding away. I groaned and rubbed my hands slightly at the thought of her getting hurt.

"She yours?" The man asked again. I just groaned and looked down at my hands again, leather gloves covered my burns.

"Oh, no. She, just doesn't have anyone else."

"Well, it looks like your handling the whole parenting thing." He pointed out, somewhat kindly. I nodded and watched as I could see the small girls figure in the distance. He looked like he had a lot on his mind.

"Do you have kids?" I asked, he just shook his head and looked off, at something that I couldn't see. I could relate to that look, he must have been through some shit in his life too. "I'm Mia."

"Parker." He said, leaning forward and shaking my hand.

"You headed on the Florida bus?" I asked, curiously.

"No, I just had to do something down here. I have to go back." He said, he shook his head slightly as he said it. Almost like he didn't want to go.

"No one is making you go back." He raised his eyebrows. "It doesn't look like you want to go back."

"I don't."

"Then why do you?" I asked him.

"I wish it was that simple." He took a deep breath before pushing his glasses back up to his face.

"Yea, I know how that is."

"You dealing with the same shit in Florida?" He inquired. He had some kind of air to him. I don't know what it was but, something about him seemed like he intended to be here.

"More like clean up." I told him. "Some shit I had to deal with here, it made its way to Florida." He nodded at me and smiled slightly, as if he knew exactly what he was talking about. I looked over as Ty shifted his position and laid his head on his arm.

My talking must have startled him; he fell asleep quickly after.

"How long have you had powers for?"

I immediately turned at the comment. How did he know, he must have been from Burnham's men? One of the doctors perhaps. He knew, he was dangerous. He sent Florida away, he was trying to separate us, he knew.