MaryGold
terrified to be known, desperate to be understood
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A N N A L I E S E
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Yes, it was vibrant, fearless, adventurous Anna who loved to face danger. Who loved a good challenge or dare no matter how scary it may be. Who always spoke her mind regardless of her peer and stood out, refusing to hide in the shadows. Who always ran toward the battle than away from it.
It was that Anna. The very same Anna who was currently running away as fast as her legs would carry her through the rainy night in the streets of San Francisco with no real sense of direction. She just kept running, not bothering to look behind her, or who she bumped into.
The only thing she was aware of was how hard her heart was pounding against her chest, wanting to burst out.
She was running out of breath and had no idea how much longer she could keep it up. But she tried to push through. after all, they were gaining on her quick, very quick. And they wouldn't stop until they had her in their grubby hands.
They called her a monster. In reality, they were the monsters. Chasing after, hurting and more than on occasions hurting her kind. And, why? Because they were afraid because they didn't understand. They found them to be abominations.
Those who possessed strange powers unlike any other human beings were deemed abominations. A smear in the world that needed to be wiped away. Some believed that anyway. The people who were chasing her believed that. And they would do what they thought was right with her. There was no telling what it would be. The only certain thing she knew was that it wouldn't be pleasant.
So, Anna kept going despite the pain in her chest developing from losing her breath. When she rounded the corner down an alleyway, she paused. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" She cursed, gasping for air.
Dead end.
"I think she went this way!"
"Come on!"
God dammit. They were fast. And too close. They'd find her in no time.
Anna was shivering uncontrollably in her drenched clothing. The freezing weather wasn't helping at all either. But, her mind was elsewhere. She didn't care what condition she was in at the moment as long as she could find safety.
Her eyes searched frantically for a place to escape a hiding spot. There was none. Then her eyes found it. The fire escape.
Immediately, she ran in the direction of her way out. She only got three steps up before she was grabbed by the back of her shirt and thrown to the wet and dirty cement ground.
She groaned and tried to stand before she could get up, a foot slammed into her back, making her collapse back onto the ground. She cried out in pain, squeezing her eyes shut, waiting for her headache to subside.
The boy, Ricky, crouched down to look her in the face."Anna, Anna, Anna, I never would have guessed you were one of those freaks." He spat in disgust.
It was three of them, Ricky and his two friends. Or goons more like it. They followed his every command without a second thought. Ricky was the only one she truly knew out of them, they were neighbors. He hung around her father. But she never liked him. He was cruel and horrid.
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" She denied, snapping open her eyes and glaring at him with as much hate and fury she could muster. Which was a lot. "Now let me go you bastard!"
"Stop lying!" He shouted, appearing genuine angered by her lies. "We saw you, you were making things - thing float! It's unnatural! You're unnatural!"
Anna stayed silent. There was nothing she could think to say. They had seen her. She really was caught.
"Come on, Anna. Show us, show us what you can do." One of the boys taunted, pressing his foot to her face, squishing her head not very hard, yet it was painful all the same.
"I can't!" Cried Anna, tears spilling from her eyes. It was an honest answer. She couldn't. She didn't know how, not all the way, not yet. Sometimes it worked when she wanted it too, others it didn't. If it worked now, she would already be using it on the jerks. "Let me go!"
"Fine," Ricky said bitterly as he drew his pocket knife. "Then we'll just make you."
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