I walk towards Lower Wacker Drive. I watch as people drive by, identifying their license plates, their cars, and who they are in general. A man in a blue 1980 Camaro Z28, with the license plate: BRN PYRO: drove past fast. He was in a tux and looked worried. I wondered what he needed to do, and why he was in such a rush to go somewhere. I tried to follow him, stopping time a little, but I got tired and let him go. I sat down at the edge of the city’s river and tried to identify him. I learned he was only a few years older than me. There was a boy sitting next to him, a bit younger. The man’s identity came up as Keith Gram, and he worked for the Run Away Error Zero. I knew it was a fake, so I scrambled the letters in R.A.E.Z. It turned out he worked for the AERZ, but I couldn’t find any more information of Keith Gram.
I paused time once more, ran up to the car, and hopped into the back seat, unfreezing time, and not making a single sound.
The car pulled into a garage in Lower Wacker. The car began to rise and it stopped on some floor. The men got out, and other men seemed to be talking to them. I stayed quiet, and watched the men get in. I camouflaged myself and made sure no one know I was here.
A voice spoke among the radio, which had just come on as the new men stepped in the car.
A blur has been seen helping many people today in our lovely city. It moves very fast and has been seen at the White Sox game, Kostner Ave., and on Lower Wacker Drive. No one knows what this is or what. But look out!
“It seems like it could be one of our guys.” The driver said to the passenger.
“But Mero was the only at the Sox’s game today.” The passenger replied.
“It could be a new kid; I mean there were sights of ‘powers’ being used at the Prairie Meet last Saturday.” The driver said.
“Oh crap,” I said quietly.
“Dude, I think it was during the girls’ race!” the passenger said looking around. “But did you just hear that?”
I opened the door slowly, and spilled out onto the pavement. Sprinting away from the car, I open a door marked ‘Welcome’ and step into a scanning room.
Analyzing… Analyzing… Match Found, Ign… Ignis… Re ~ I cut the wire to the machine. Running into the office, and vanishing when people walked by.
No one knows who I am now, no one will ever find me!
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Science FictionA girl who finds out that she isn't wanted anymore sets out on a journey to find where she needs to belong. Her name is Ignis, and seeing that her family and friends didn't like her, she joins with a group of other kids like her. There is something...
