Fearless

No, wait, he's a... cloud boy??

"Here goes.." He mumbled quietly, shoving his gun into his inside jacket pocket and heading out the door.

He'd given in.
Ryan was currently driving towards the school, a familiar tug in his chest.
He was gonna try to rush this one, like he'd done on many others.
Part of him almost felt like he should have that responsibility tearing at him for longer, so that when he pulled the trigger, he felt that much worse. He wanted his heart to feel heavy, he wanted to stagger under the weight, he wanted to drown himself in guilt.
He'd punish himself another day.
But not today. Today he felt... weird. Today, he didn't care.
That thinking was just a little too dangerous.

He'd left the files at home and he didn't know what she looked like.
What was going on? Even when he was rushing, he wasn't usually this reckless.
What to do...
He wanted this done.
He could single her out. He'd done it before. A lot of times.
He pulled up a street away and leisurely made his way towards the park. Now he had to be serious.
He surveyed the area: an old man walking his... cat in the opposite direction, and a lavender haired boy, leaning against a tree, seemingly sketching. That had to be uncomfortable.
The man looked centuries old, and he was heading to his car. He wasn't a problem. The grape-looking kid worried him, though. He guessed he was maybe... seventeen?
He hid within a bush and looked through the leaves. Crude hiding spot, but it was the best he could work with if he wanted to do it right here and now. He wanted to go home.

That has to be her.
The girl was alone, back to him, with a bag on the ground, fiddling with what looked like a smart watch on her wrist.
There was this certain feeling when you meet a victim, it's like meeting a really fucked up version of a soulmate.
'Please leave, pleaseeee' He mentally pleaded for the one kid to leave.
Relief made his whole body relax as the boy picked up his bike, put his books in the basket, and biked away about twenty minutes later.
Ryan's legs were dying, sitting there was like doing a twenty minute long squat.
Well, here goes nothing.
He double checked if he remembered to put a muffler in his gun. Check. He pulled his finger back, basking in the weirdly calming click of the trigger. There was a slight whistle as the bullet flew right through his sight and out again.
It was almost in slow motion, how she reacted. She turned in the direction of the bullet, and then bolted to her right, and was twenty feet away when it would have hit her if she hadn't moved. How did she do that?
It all happened in a fraction of a second.
His jaw dropped, and he glanced over, sighing in relief when no one heard anything. He looked back at the girl.
The bullet was too... she couldn't have... what the hell??
He kept guarded. What was she gonna do?
He heard a faint sizzling and realized steam was rising up from the ground behind her. Her hair almost looked reflective, like there was some... gold shimmer to it.
Ryan Waters, for at least two years, which was like half of his little "career", had never missed. And this girl just avoids it as if it wasn't hard at a? What kinda person has that good reflexes or that much speed?
And it clicked. Now he knew what his mom meant by special. She was a 'gifted'.
He should've read those damn files.

Alex instantly turned, eyes wide, breath heavy. She was in shock. That was a bullet, but she never heard the shot. "What the fuck??!"
She walked over to where it seemed the shot came from. A bush by the sidewalk, that general area.
She looked around, searched yards past it. Nothing. Nothing but weird looks from some strangers a bit away that she didn't pay much attention to.
"But.."
Tiny tendrils of electricity sprouted from her fingertips, barely visible at all.
Calm down, Alex. You're fine. If they come back, they probably don't stand a chance.
The electricity faded away as quickly as it disappeared.
Now think. What makes a killer shit their pants? Or at least just.. stop killing?
People. Surround yourself with a lot of people.
She packed her things quickly and took off towards the nearest bus stop, sprinting, and in half a second she was off that street.

A small, gray cloud tried to maneuver subtly behind a tree, but then the cloud became Ryan, who fell on his ass on the ground. Guess he should practice that trick more.
So she has a gift huh? He headed back to his car.
He racked his brain, running through all the possible gifts his mentor had mentioned over the years. Nothing.
Maybe she was an Un... what what it? Those really powerful ones with the overdramatic, old fashioned name he could never remember?
Whatever, he still failed. She was walking around, aware that someone had actively attempted to murder her, or at least shot at her. He couldn't control what she did with that knowledge. Not unless he knew her, anyway.
He sighed and started the engine. Guess he had to go to school tomorrow. This was going wonderfully.
He cursed under his breath. As he drove, he opened his water bottle, taking a drink and setting it in the holder without closing it.
Soon enough, little swirls and tendrils of water moved and flew throughout the car, just under the windows, never getting anything wet, never touching anything but the cool air. It always calmed him down.
Ryan could control water, by the way.