Blue Pulse

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Wyatt

I would respond if I could, Caroline, I think, but I don't have telepathy. I can hear her perfectly, sometimes she's pretty much screaming in my mind. Her yelling just makes me more confused, and my headaches are only increasing.

I walk along the dusty streets, I'm still in the run down part of town, the part that hasn't been improved and probably won't ever. It's more of a reminder to show people that life now is better than it ever has been, but I'm not so sure, I mean, to be fair and all, my sister just got kidnapped by some thugs. Not to mention this terrible outbreak of a virus.

I don't have the slightest idea of what to do, Caroline keeps yelling at me to come and save her but I don't know where the heck she is. I had an idea of putting out flyers and asking people if they've seen her, but I swear I could hear her voice saying, Don't even think about it, Wyatt, don't be an idiot.

The sun begins to set and I look back at it, it will be dark and chilly within minutes, everything that I had is left at the hotel, and honestly, it's not my biggest concern right now.

I'm not even paying attention when I run into a girl. She loses her balance and drops whatever she was holding.

"Ah, gosh, I'm so sorry, here let me help you," I say crouching down and picking up an object.

A Spray.

"No, it's okay, I've got it," she says, snatching the Spray from my hands.

I look at her, she has red hair that is knotted and tangled, it's pulled back messily by a lime green hair tie. Freckles dot her cheeks and her eyes are a serene green color, which clashes with the purple shirt she wears. I watch as the Spray returns to her satchel. Why would someone like her, have a Spray?

She almost takes off, but as she does I grab the satchel from her. I don't even know why I did it, but something made me do it, because now my hand holds the shoulder strap firmly. I look inside and I almost gasp when I see what's in it.

"You're a thief!" I yell at her.

"Give me my bag!" she screams while jumping up for it while it dangles from high above her head.

She's at least several inches under me. I would assume she's about my age, but she sounds younger with that squeaky voice of hers, it amuses me, watching her trying to get it, but knowing myself, she's not nearly as tall as me and will never reach it.

I push her backwards, but softly, just to give me some time. I grab the items out of the satchel and hold them close to my chest. I toss the empty bag to her.

"There."

"No, you idiot! I want my stuff back!"

"I believe this stuff belongs to someone else."

I almost laugh, but then I see her fist going back and before I know it, it makes contact with my face. I drop the items and bring my hands to my eye, I can't see, or even open my eyes, they both feel swollen and puffy, but I can feel that she only hit the left eye. I hear her grab her stuff and silently swear under her breath, I can hear the Spray along with the rest, being picked up and throw them in the satchel. But that's okay, I don't need my sight to know what I'm doing.

Think.

I hear the satchel lift off the ground and back into my right hand's grasp. I also hear her shriek in horror.

"H-How-How did you do that?!" she says, not making any sort of effort to grab the satchel again.

"Do what?" I ask, wanting to hear what she says.