Chapter Sixteen: Created

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Chapter Sixteen: Created

                 “Jeane.” I embrace my aunt with my good arm, the other hanging limply by my side. I don’t feel any pain, probably because my brain is still in survival mode. She embraces me fully, her big curly hair covering my face entirely.

                “I’ve missed you. You haven’t visited me like you promised.” She kisses the side of my cheek before backing away a few inches.

                “I’m sorry. I’ve been…” I glance at Sam. “Occupied.”

                “I can see that.” She looks at my broken arm with disgust. “Them?”

                Glancing at my mess of an arm, I nod yes. She clicks her tongue and gently places her palm over my chest.

                “Jeane?” I ask nervously.

                “Shh…” She pushes her palm against me, sending a fiery jolt through my spine. I gasp in pain, and Sam who is close behind me growls. Then, a cold wave passes through my body, from my chest all the way down and out of my toes. I’m transfixed as I watch my arm magically replace itself and heal completely; my cuts and bruises also fade. I clench and unclench my hand, testing the muscles in my forearm. It’s perfect.

                “To hurt,” Jeane speaks in a whisper, “passed down from my great-grandparents, The Tidbit Taylors. And to heal, my second power that developed on its own when I was born.”

                Tears well up in my eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?” How could she keep such a huge part of herself hidden from me?

                “Oh, the cliché motive dear. You were just too young. I knew it was a possibility that you might inherit my gene, being that your mother is my sister and we share the same blood… but…” She pauses, gathering her thoughts and crossing her arms. “I never really believed that you would get it. I thought I would pass it on to my children, if I ever had any… not to you.”

“Do Mom and Dad know? Does anybody?” I ask.

“I’ve never told anyone. Not even Daisy.”

I chuckle. “Daisy’s a dog, Jeane. She has no idea what you’re saying.”

“I guess you’re right.” She smiles back. It’s a good feeling to have, knowing that I’m able to make small talk after what just happened. Everything is –almost—normal.

I turn towards Sam. “Are you okay?”

He nods, but he’s shaking. I immediately give him a hug, with both arms this time. He wraps his arms around me too, and leans his head on mine. We stay like this for many moments before Aunt Jeane clears her throat and we both pull apart awkwardly.

“You’re very talented. Sam, is it?” Jeane says, giving him the up-down.

“Yes. Nice to meet you, Jeane.” He shakes hands with my aunt.

“I don’t know how we would’ve gotten out of there alive if it wasn’t for you.” She says, letting go of his hand.“Teleportation is a very rare gift. I’ve only known one other person that could do it, but he died years ago. Is teleportation your first or second power?”

“It’s a-” Sam clears his throat. “My first. Strength is my second; it’s only twice that of a human’s though.”

“I see.” 

"This bathroom looks familiar. Are we at your house, Sam?" I ask rhetorically, glancing at the acquainted medicine cabinet. I look at myself in the mirror. I’m covered in dust from head to toe. I run my fingers through my hair and ruffle it, sending a cloud of dust in every direction.

“We’re a mess.” I state. Jeane and Sam are covered in the dry bits of cement and debris also. I turn a handle on the sink and bend over to wash my hair. Sam and Jeane immediately copy me, using the other two sinks in the room. Once our hair and faces were washed down, we patted out our clothes as best we could.

“Sam?” Jeane says as she brushes dust off her tennis shoes. “Where are we?”

"My house. New Haven, Connecticut.” Sam says, brushing dust off his shoulders. “We shouldn't stay here. They won't take long to regroup and track us here. This is a very obvious place for us to be." 

"Where can we go?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. 

Sam gives Aunt Jeane a look, silently asking for any ideas. She shakes her head. "I'll figure it out."

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I've never seen Sam eat so much. As Jeane and I sat on the couch in the den Sam ran around the house with a big black backpack full of clothes, money, and disposable telephones. Every time he passed the kitchen though, he would reach in the fridge and pull out any kind of food and gobbled it down. I don't blame him. Sam had mentioned to us earlier that they had barely fed him at all back in the facility. Only small scraps, just enough to keep him alive. Sam was starving. 

After a few minutes of sitting, Jeane sighed and walked into the kitchen. I leaned back in the puffy brown couch cushions and soaked in the ultra-soft feeling. My eyes were drifting when Jeane plopped a plate on my lap full of ham-and-cheese sandwiches. I was gobbling down my fourth one when Sam came into the den, backpack close to bursting. 

Then a very obvious What-The-Hell-Were-You-Thinking thought popped in my mind. 

"Where's your Dad?" I set the plate down on the coffee table in front of me. 

"I just texted him. He went hiking in East Rock Park yesterday morning. He shouldn't be back until tomorrow night. I'll tell him about what happened. He could stay with my uncle upstate." 

"Why wasn't he worried about you? We've been gone a week!" I shout, furious that Sam's dad would take a vacation while is only son was missing.

Sam gives me a look that could cut glass. "He's used to me being gone for a few days. My dad knows that I can take care of myself."

"Oh." I glance at my stubbornly dirty converse in shame, my cheeks flaming. "Okay. Will-" I pause, feeling sorry for Sam's dad. "Will he ever be able to come back home?"

"No. None of us can."

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"Sam, I have to tell you something." I say as Jeane re-ties her shoes and Sam double-checks his backpack. 

He gazes up at me with his silver eyes. "What is it?"

"Back in the... um, facility..."

Sam's eyes darken but he doesn't tell me to shut up and forget about it. "Go on."

"They said that they were able to study my brainwaves while sleeping in those cells. They figured out my powers --in detail."

His eyes sparkle with interest as he curtly zips his backpack and slings it over his shoulder. Jeane also looks at me with interest. I clear my throat and speak.

"All your theories were right, Sam. Everything. My first power is telekinesis, and my second is, um, futuristic insight through dreaming."

Sam's jaw drops. "You're saying that your dreams... are real? Or going to be?" 

"We're in luck." Jeane drapes an arm over my shoulders. "I've always wanted a physic in the family." She said with morbid humor. They both knew I had nightmares. Sam and Jeane didn't ask about them, and I'm glad they didn't. 

I've cried enough today.

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"I don't know how I'm going to break this to Annie." I tell Jeane as we walk out of Sam's front door. He leads the way down the gravel pathway. We still haven't decided where to go yet, but Sam was practically having anxiety attacks about staying in one place too long. 

"I'll tell 'er." Jeane states, taking her hand in mine. Our boots clash against the gravel in a similar rhythm. 

"No, no..." I pause indecisively. "I will. I can't make you do that... but what do I say Aunt Jeane? I can't just go: oh, hey Annie! Sorry that I've been missing for a week. I was kind of kidnapped by monsters. Oh, I have superpowers too. Isn't that neat? Well, I have to go now. Bye forever."

"I don't think it'll turn out quite like that...." Jeane ponders, staring at her shoes. Sam pulls out his cell phone and types something into it. Probably texting his dad about the situation. 

"How about you write Ann a letter?"

"A letter?" My eyes glaze over, a sudden image flashing in my mind. For always and ever?

   “Hey,” Sam says to me as I open the front door for him.

   “Hey.” I mumble against his chest as I embrace him and breathe in his delicious scent. Firewood, lasagna, and the rustic smell of his clothes from all the old drawers he keeps them in. Divine. I gulp it down, savor it.

   He doesn’t pull away for a long time, but when he does, I whine. He laughs at me.

  “Common, we have to go. Have you said goodbye to Annie?”

  “No, I thought it would be best for her not to know where we’re going.” I inform him and pull my thick sweater on, tucking my braid under the cloth at the nape. Hurriedly, I scoop up my backpack, ready to heave it onto my shoulders but Sam takes it from me and slips it on an arm.

  “I’m so-”

  “Don’t do that. You’ve said it enough. It’s my own fault, anyway.” I mutter, an almost depressed feeling overpowering me.

  “No, it’s not-”

  “You can say all you want how it isn’t my fault, Sam, but it is my fault. I’ll never accept that it isn’t, so accept that…” I say. That sounded saner in my head.

  “Okay.” Sam knows not to argue with me when I’m in this mood. I feel a dark depressing wave wash over my emotions, but I push it back to the deep recesses of my conscious. Who’s been quiet for a while.

   Why aren’t you talking to me…? I ask it, almost pouting and jutting out my lower lip. I like your snarky attitude and advice. I’m all alone in my head, now… I grab Sam’s hand instinctually as he lead me through the doorway. I take one last look at my dining room across the foyer, staring at the bowl of cereal I couldn’t choke down this morning due to the lump in my throat. There’s a small little note tucked under it, addressed to Ann. I figured it would be too cold-hearted to leave without some kind of note. Isn’t that what runaways do? Leave a final note? It’s almost like closure to me. Closure from this life, I guess.

  An icy wind breaks through my sweater, causing gooseflesh to pop up all over my body. Sam takes a deep breath and we disappear from Boston.

 For always and ever?

 Back in the dining room, a thousand miles away from the girl with the midnight hair, a blonde, older girl enters a small dining room, welcomed only be an unfinished bowl of Cap’n Crunch. Furrowing her brow, the blonde grabs a note tucked neatly underneath the glossy container.  

            I’ll love you, Ann.

       For always and ever.

 So it really is true. Some gene in my body gives me the ability to see the future in my dreams. 

"Sounds like a plan." I say. Aunt Jeane can read even my most minute expressions expertly but she doesn't ask me what's wrong. "Sam!" I call ahead, and he turns around, throwing his cellphone into the woods  on his left. The trees were starting to lose their leaves and a brilliant collage of orange and yellow pick up with the wind and surround us. "We need to go to my house, very quickly, I don't want Annie to see me. So, um, can we go to my room?"

"I don't know if that's the safest idea." Sam says protectively. "That's where they found us."

"But you said that they need to regroup! How long does that usually take?"

"I'm not sure..." Sam says, pawing at the back of his neck. "A few hours? Maybe?"

Jeane glances at her wristwatch. "It's only been an hour. We have time. Eneile needs to do this, Samuel."

The mention of Sam's full name gives Aunt Jeane the allusion of authority. Sam bows his head. 

"Fine. Ten minutes tops. If I even catch a glimpse of a black cloak we are out of there." 

"Thank you, Sam." I say as Jeane and I grasp his forearm. We disappear and land in the middle of my bedroom almost silently, only a few runaway leaves spiraling around us before landing on the floor of my room. Aunt Jeane lands softly --she's a natural. Immediately, I dive for my backpack to search for a pencil and paper. As I'm shifting through my school supples I notice a white oblong shape. Curious, I did it out and look at it. 

It's the letter. From them. 

You never even opened it.

I quickly glance behind me. Sam and Jeane are sitting on my bed silently, listening for any kind of disturbance whether it be Annie or one of Them. They don't take notice of me. I cough as I rip open the envelope and pull out the heavy industrial paper. In neat, digital writing, is a single sentence. 

"We're coming for you."

My hands start shaking and I stuff the letter into the depths of my backpack. They're sick. Absolutely sick. They sent that as a warning, so I would be fucking prepared. 

Because they always want a challenge.

As calmly as I can, I pull out a pencil and sheet of paper and write to Ann. My finger fly across the paper when I remember that we can't stay here long. 

      I’ll love you, Ann.

   For always and ever. I'm okay, and there is no need to worry. Tell mom and dad I love them. See ya around.

 

 I fold the paper into fourths and tuck it in my jeans pocket. Then I go to my closet and pull on a thick gray sweater and stuff the rest of my clothes into my bag. I also pack my journal, a toothbrush, makeup, shampoo, and soap, just in case we couldn't find a shower somewhere. I pack a few books and the fluffy pillow Aunt Jeane gave me years ago. 

"Do you think Annie's in the house?"

Jeane checks her wristwatch again. "My time-zones are screwed up."

I frown and glance at my digital clock on my nightstand. It's three in the morning here. "She should be asleep."

I open my door cautiously but the damn hinges still creak anyway. Sam and I both flinch while Jeane keeps a calm demeanor, ever the adult one. 

We slip down the hallway past Annie's room without much trouble. I go to the cabinet and pour a bowl of Capn' Crunch. This way she'll know the note was sent by me and not some serial killer who's studied my handwriting. 

"Okay," I whisper and hold back a fresh wave of tears. I wipe my nose with my shirt sleeve. I also braid my hair quickly so it's out of my face and tuck it in at the nape of my neck. He holds his arms out to me and a wrap mine around him in a fierce hug, breathing him in. Firewood, lasagna. 

"Time to go." Sam keeps looking over his shoulder and out of the windows into the pitch black night. They could be watching us and we wouldn't even see them. He pulls away from me.

"We don't need to stop at my house." Jeane whispers, almost to herself. I'll call some friends that can take care of Daisy."

Sam nods. "We'll go to New York. The three head Blank viceroys are based there. They'll take us in." 

Jeane seems uncomfortable with this but holds on to Sam's forearm anyway. Excited and terrified to meet the three leaders of the Blank world, I grasp Sam's arm and we disappear from Boston, Massachusetts for the last time. 

 End of Chapter Sixteen.