-Claire! What the-
-Language!
-There will soon be no language I can say if we get caught and get our tongues cut off!- Charlie complained through his coughs. He had thrown half a donzen smoke bombs behind himself and was just creating a new one.
Charlie's father had been in a strict army, and always taught his child about weaponry and how they worked, never would he have thought his kid would turn out a so called Imaginator.
Claire led the way once she realized Charlie was just running forward. She sprinted down the streets, which seemed empty. Or perhaps that was what the streets looked like after the news of Imaginators came into existance, empty, cold, abandoned, yet as clean as Charlie had ever seen them.
He had ran away from his home when he was 14, that was two years ago now, yet it felt like an eternity. Charlie always liked to brag he had actually been the first case of Imaginaria, this weird... condition some people were born with. He said he had ran away from home when he discovered it, almoust two years before the first recorded case of the missing building. Being such a special case, he had managed to gather information, and he knew they were not wrong. People blessed with this condition should be accepted by the world as fellow workers, Charlie could become a weapon master, creating every needed weapon and tool out of nowhere.
During his research, he had tried with Claire to figure out the limits of such powers. Charlie didn't figure much out since Claire refused to progress with her metamorphosis abilities, but he found out he was only limited to tools. Sure, he could know how climate worked, but he could not make it come into existance like the self-named "Storm" had made on the first episode of Program Imaginaria. Man did he get lucky, got a work at a laboratory... Charlie didn't want to believe the rumours that he had actually been tortured until he had no more will to think, after all, he always wanted to be chosen, but his own episode was never scheduled. It felt unfair he would always be kept under the rug for being "too dangerous", he would never harm anyone unless he really needed to.
Charlie's train of thought went back to were it was, his research. Now that he was out in the world, it would be hard to find many Imaginators; all of them were taken into the Program, yet would probably be used to catch him and Claire soon. Charlie wanted to believe they would not be hunted not chased, only left alone and be considered missing or even dead. That would be the happy ending, but he knew there was a long way to reach that place.
Now as Claire pulled from his hand arround a corner, Charlie couldn't imagine why that call had made so much terror flow, enough that Claire, who was over the stage, was not considered important anymore, yet he did. He imagined that maybe an old couple had discovered their grandchild had the ability to create things out of nothing, but what would cause such havoc? Perhaps the child could create bombs, but that was already Charlie's thing. Could those abilities be repited? Perhaps the kid could control minds, if that was even posible. Could it be like the case of the missing building? Where as soon as someone got an empty mind, their surroundings would dissapear? No. That Imaginator was slaughtered already.
That was when the stampede begun, and Charlie understood why this person was so dangerous.
A grown elephant walked down the street, and over it was riding a young, yet firece looking girl. Her hair was curly and a coal tone of brown, it waved slowly as the animal took its steps yet bravely against the wind. The girl turned arround to show her confused stare at the couple running, but they immediately stopped at her sight. Charlie couldn't believe his eyes. He had never met anyone who could create living beings, and never would he have thought that person would speak to them.
Over the screaming birds and howling dogs, the girl spoke,
-Purple hair?
Charlie chuckled, while Claire protested. But she was stopped from speaking when the other girl interrupted her.
-There is no time to speak now, follow me.
Her words sounded confident, but her eyes spoke otherwise. She slid down the elephant until she jumped down, complaining that was not good for her knees; then she started running, faster than Charlie had ever ran and faster than Claire had ever known. She ran with a direction, unlike the other couple, and her eyes displayed that instinct of purpouse Charlie had forgotten could exist. She shone with survival and displayed her will to exist with all her being.
When they reached the park, the police sirens were already sounding off, and only then did Charlie realize they were screaming in the first place. It was clear that from the group, he was the most tired. His chest was tight and his breathing was not easy with such clothes, but he didn't want to take his shirt off. On Claire's side, she was exausted, but in the lazy way. Not the type of exaustion that occurs over a day of hard work, but the exaustion that someone who doesn't exercise at all feels. She layed over the grass, her violet hair moving appart from her right eye, but Charlie hurried to slid it back over her eye. That was a secret only he, she and a few scientists knew, that not only her hair had been a permanent change she had made on her body, and nobody was expecting to share the secret with a stranger, no matter how powerful.
Charlie moved to look at the newcomer, who had sat down with her chin up too the sky, opening her throat to breath properly yet staring at the fixed point that was the cloud above them.
-Who are you?
He broke the silence.
-My name is Juniper Moore,- The stranger didn't hesitate to answer.- And I'm currently the most dangerous person on this planet, according to everyone.
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