Anger instantly rages inside me - I feel like screaming and thrashing around - but I remain upright my hands trembling.
"Coulson - no, you can't do this to me." I plead - and before I know if my hand is gripping the phone tighter then before. I didn't hear what he said next, because in a split second my hand smashed the phone down - and without hesitation I turn around rushing outside.
Hot, wet tears stain my checks as I desperately try to blink them away, dodging between people in a desperate gamble for freedom or Shield.
After a few moments I regained my breath, mopping up my face with the edge of my sleeve.
'It'll be fine I'll just get back to the apartment - get my stuff and catch the next train.' I told myself fiercely, digging my fist into my side and walking into the room.
I'm not gonna lie,
My apartment is a mess - empty bags littered the floor, letters, crumbled up paper, pens and old memories lay in heaps, forgotten.
"Only take what I need."
I tell myself firmly, grabbing my worn-out green rucksack and filling it with all my needs - including all my cash.
I wish I could take all my collectible with me - not everyone can live completely different life's and have proof - but I knew it was stupid to think I had the time - luck was never really on my side.
Taking a deep breath, a grabbed my phone, breathing in one last time before I reached for the door handle.
I didn't even get past the door-step.
The window to my right exploded - and before I knew it I felt a sharp pain in my side - and I fell.
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Mimicking the Stars
RandomAs time went on I realised that, With every identity I created, I started a a whole series of events - I guess you could say I made a constellation. But what happens when my luck ends - what happens when people realise my powers? What happens when...
