supersonic. << n.h

four

|kaylie|

The night I met the boy at the library, I got that feeling.

But for my plan to work, I had to lay off. I was going to hide among the rooftops, and then as Swift leaves to return home, I was going to follow. I needed to know where he lived, something about him.

So that night, that's exactly what I did. He was completely oblivious to me tailing him, because he's a complete idiot. He lead me to an apartment in downtown, no more than a five minute's flight from mine. He used a little shack near the apartment building to change, then used the main entrance.

When he got to his apartment, he closed the curtains, but using my powers I opened them just a little so that I could see him from where I was standing.

He pulled his shirt off, his abs glistening in sweat. His hair was ruffled and his face, I couldn't see his face clearly from the distance. He grabbed his phone, making a call to someone but I didn't bother using my power to know who. They talked for a short while, and then he went into the bathroom.

My favorite time to listen to someone's thoughts was when they were in the shower. Their mind roamed often and the thoughts were much clearer. I shut everything else in the world out, just so I could listen.

He was thinking of me, thinking of my files. How they came up missing in the archives, wondering what happened to my brother. My brother, Anthony.

"I've got to go," I mumbled, before starting out towards home.

When I walked through the door, Danny was sitting in the living room playing video games.

"Hey, how was your day?" He asked, mouth full of chips. When I didn't answer, he paused his game and looked up at me.

"He knows the file is missing," I breathed. I covered my face with my hands, feeling completely lost.

"Why would he look for your file? Isn't that sort of stalking?" Danny questioned as he turned off the game.

"He knows I'm different," I began. I felt like banging my head against the wall.

"I've been hiding it my whole life, there was no way I screwed up. He couldn't know. No one could know. It's impossible. An Irish boy can't fuck me up like that," I finished. Out of anger, Danny threw the new vase across the room before releasing a shallow, animalistic growl.

That poor vase gets abused a lot.

"You had one fucking job! This is the reason your mother's dead! How could you be so careless? You're going to get yourself killed!" Danny screamed as he cornered me against the wall. I always feared Danny's wrath, so when he hit me it only brought more power to him.

He stormed off to his room, leaving me crouched over on the floor. I could feel it happening, my eyes trying to change. I ran to the bathroom, stripping quickly before looking in the mirror above the sink.

My eyes weren't their usual dark brown, instead they were a mix of hazel and green. It was happening. I rushed as I turned the shower on, stepping into the arctic water. The water made my brown hair turn black and goosebumps rise all over my brown skin.

I fell to my knees, crying out. I couldn't control it now, my eyes were already blue. I could hear the mirror shaking over the rush of water and I felt the power take over me. I could feel the scream growing in my throat, and letting it out made everything blurry. The memories of Danny pulling me from the shower, dressing me in my underwear, then undressing himself were completely scattered. He used his own body heat to warm my bone chilled body, both of us wrapped in his comforters.

"I'm sorry, I did this to you." Danny whispered. He kissed my forehead, and every so often he'd check to make sure my eyes returned to brown.

The next morning when I woke, I laid in his bed alone. The smell of bacon swirled around near the air vents and I got up to find Danny making breakfast. Danny never makes breakfast. Ever.

"Never do that again, I will probably end up killing both of us." I warned. Danny stared at me with blank eyes before nodding quickly.

He knew what I was capable of, I knew what he was capable of. We're quite a pair. A pair of issues.