Not For Me

I will go mad, I swear I will go mad… flamethrowers can’t run, indeed.

“Can Audrey Skyburn run, then?” I snap.  She is sauntering toward the door, or perhaps I’m just moving at high gear.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, she can.”  I’m completely fed up now, and I grab her arm.

“Then run, vlákas!” It’s not very rude, and I don’t have time to see her reaction – the bad guys are already pulling out of the café parking lot onto the road that runs through the park, driving away in a blue Dodge sedan.  Just in case we don’t make it in time, I call the car’s tags into the DMV for an APB – I beg your pardon.  I inform the police that this car is to be stopped wherever they see it.  Much to Audrey’s all-too-visible surprise, an instant later, we’re racing together up the invisible staircase I’ve built into the air, and skating down the icy-smooth ramp on the other side.  There’s little enough friction, and I kicked off hard enough at the top, that we’ll easily be going thirty miles an hour by the time we’re back at ground level.

At least, we would have been, but Audrey lost her footing and went for a slide, butt-down.  I haul her up and show her how to stand, with her body parallel to the slope, arms out for balance, leading foot turned.  I spent time on the coast back in the day, and I know the classic surfer’s stance, among other things.  We’ll have to be careful; I must assume Saxon’s in the car with Rebecca and the kidnappers.  Now, if she’d been with me, we could have accomplished more, but I was raised to work for the good of the team, however spaz its individual members are being at any given moment.

I have trouble changing an item I can’t see or clearly visualize, so  getting rid of the guns will be a problem.  However, Lannis is poking at my mind, telling me Saxon wants out of the Dodge – now.  Demanding young… but I sublimate the rear doors of the sedan anyway.  It’s about all I can do to pull that change and keep my slope from dissolving under my feet.

The sedan skids around the bend out of the park and onto the bridge over the freeway, much too fast, making it almost to two wheels.  And I suddenly remember: Saxon and Rebecca don’t know the doors are gone.

Okay, they do now.

Rebecca tumbles out, apparently alone, but I’ve worked with invisibles before, and I can see by the way she’s moving that Saxon’s right there too.  Given their trajectory, I’m guessing they’ll be off the edge of the road and onto the freeway in a couple seconds.  I let go the car doors, feel them snap back to solidity, but I still don’t have enough left in me to throw them a safety.  Glancing down, I see we’re still nine feet up  – nothing to me, but I’ve got no way of telling if Audrey knows how to fall.  Okay, Starlight girl, this is going to hurt… let’s go.  I turn all the air for ten yards around Saxon and Rebecca to liquid, for a soft landing, and the slope is whipped out from under my feet.  On the way down, I have just enough time to catch hold of Audrey and swing her out so I’m falling under her. It’s not a trick I’m unfamiliar with, from either end, but it still isn’t fun.

We hit down on the sidewalk, me first, Audrey on top. My powers are all about will and concentration: it’s a little difficult to maintain a change when you’re landing on cement from nine feet up, with all the natural grace of a rhinoceros. I do not usually look this clumsy, but, when it comes to civilians, and when I need my entire mind free for holding a trick, grace and charm can go flying over the brink into Tartarus for all I care.

Saxon and Rebecca break the surface of my illusory lake, gasping and splashing, and strike out for the overbridge to join us. It’s hard work, but I keep the water there until they reach the edge. By the time they’re standing, the Dodge sedan is speeding down the freeway, and in a few seconds, it will pass straight under us.

“Saxon,” I say quietly, “can you get Audrey down there and set a firewall across the highway?”

One moment there, the next gone. I send Rebecca back to the café for mocha and sympathy, and stay on to keep track of operations, though God He knows I could use the caffeine hit right now. As soon as the fire is set, the blue sedan skidding to a halt to avoid running straight into it, I hop over the bridge rail and drop to the ground below, cape fluttering like a bat’s wings.

The crooks are scrambling out of the car, but they stop dead when they see me, and their mouths hang open under the ski masks. Silhouetted against the roaring fire, flexing my black-gloved fingers, because it’s a common rumor that I literally throw my changes, I smile sweetly at Saxon – still invisible – and Audrey.

“What shall we do, girls?”

Saxon answers, in the peculiar gravelly voice she uses when she’s invisible. “Teleport them into the foundry.” I drop the smile, and she reconsiders. “Um… hem them in and leave them for the cops.”

So we do that, and then all head back to the café to continue our somewhat disjointed first meeting. Saxon teleports. Audrey walks. I hitch a line to one of my throwing stars and swing up by way of a conveniently overhanging tree in the park. Then the adrenaline drains away, and I’m empty, and so, so tired.

Lannis notices. Well, she’s an empath. Even if I were as stoical as Mother – which, alas, I am not – Lannis would notice. Her first reaction? To hug me.  Good grief.

“Thank-you-so-much-for-saving-them!” she says, all in a line like that, no gaps between the words.

I stiffen, and block her. “Unhand me at once,” I demand. There’s no telling what she’s already seen, and I know well enough that physical contact only enhances an empath’s powers. Oddly, I find I didn’t need to say anything: Lannis stumbles back away from me, face aghast.

“What… was that?” she says, in barely a whisper.

“It’s just me.” I was ready for this the moment I walked in the door; I’m always ready for it. But tonight… “Could I possibly have a caramel macchiato, Lannis?” I fish the coins out of a pocket on my utility belt, lay them on the counter. So tired. Usually, when I’m working, I don’t have to do a big, draining rescue, and then do people stuff straightaway. Unless Keller’s sniffing around for an exclusive or a quote, then all bets are off.

Tonight all bets are off.  Jason Keller, freelance reporter – or so it says on his card – pokes his head in around the door.

“Starlight! Could I bother you for just the littlest moment?”

“I have no quote. I have no comment. I have no exclusive.” Fortunately Saxon stayed out of sight during the rescue, but I can see him eyeing Audrey, hungrily, lustful for news. “And neither does she.”

I know how he’ll spin this: Starlight Takes Sidekick! Hell, I wouldn’t deny the media the right to get the wrong end of the stick. It’s only what they do best. Lannis hands me the cup, careful not to touch even my gloves with her fingertips. I wonder what it was that she saw. I drink the coffee slowly, letting the foam swirl around my mouth, feeling the sugar and caffeine diffuse into my blood, then meticulously wipe the rim with a finger and thumb, removing every trace of saliva and lipstick.

I’m about to leave. This was a good idea that Lannis had, but I’m beginning to feel that community is not for me. Not with an empath. Not with the innocent. It’s not meant for me.

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17 thoughts on “Not For Me

  1. proverbs31teen April 17, 2015 / 6:44 AM

    Aw, don’t give up so easily, Star. Anyway, if I could’ve gotten a good grip on Rebecca, we would’ve been back in the café in a second.

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    • sarahtps April 17, 2015 / 1:32 PM

      I second Saxon- don’t give up on us yet! Besides, we can’t run into trouble every week. (Darn it, I just doomed us, didn’t I?)
      Also . . . sorry, Saxon. I didn’t realize it was you trying to grab me at first and kind of freaked out and yeah.

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      • proverbs31teen April 17, 2015 / 1:50 PM

        Yep, things are always crazy in the heat of the moment.

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      • coruscantbookshelf April 17, 2015 / 5:01 PM

        We can run into trouble every night.
        I’m not giving up. I was… a little down, perhaps.

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      • sarahtps April 18, 2015 / 8:28 AM

        If we run into trouble every night and it’s not because we’re looking for it, I’m going to start thinking we’re being targeted by someone.

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      • coruscantbookshelf April 18, 2015 / 5:20 PM

        We’re metas. You’re going public with it. We’ll be targeted by the universe at large.

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      • sarahtps April 18, 2015 / 7:14 PM

        . . .
        I think I’m going to look into getting a taser. Or a gun, but I’m pretty sure I have to be twenty-one for that. Just in case.

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      • coruscantbookshelf April 18, 2015 / 11:27 PM

        A Beretta 92-F is a nice gun for a lady. You can get a gun license from sixteen – concealed carry licenses are trickier, but I can arrange that for you if you’re serious about this.
        Just remember: never carry a gun if you’re not certain you could kill someone.

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      • sarahtps April 19, 2015 / 7:25 AM

        I don’t think I’d want to just walk around with a gun out in the open- not unless I was actively doing something like you are. It seems like it would attract too much attention.
        I’ve always thought that if it was the other person or someone innocent, I could. After tonight . . . I’m less sure. I mean, I kind of just froze up. I’m going to work on it, though- not panicking or freezing up under pressure.

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      • proverbs31teen April 19, 2015 / 4:22 PM

        If only I can figure out how to get a sword cloaked.

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  2. erinkenobi2893 April 18, 2015 / 7:43 AM

    (Excellent as always, Rosalie! 🙂 )
    Sorry I hugged you, there… I should know better. I think Saxon’s and Audrey’s excitement, and Rebecca’s fright and exhilaration, derailed me for a bit there. Sometimes Audrey’s emotions… I don’t know how to explain it… Sometimes when we’re not even close together, she sort of leaks, like condensation dripping off of her. At other times it’s almost like we’re one person, emotionally speaking, though our thought processes couldn’t be more different. The lines between us sort of blur at times. (So please try to stay calm when you can, Audrey. It’s weird enough dealing with my own emotions without having your mood swings jumping in on me…) If she ever wanted something really bad, I wouldn’t have to do it–I’m still autonomous, but she’d have a strange sort of emotional “hold” over me.

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    • coruscantbookshelf April 18, 2015 / 11:29 PM

      (Thanks!)
      I must admit to being a little surprised there, Lannis.
      And thank you for sharing that. It’s important we all understand each other – I’ll bear it in mind.

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      • erinkenobi2893 April 19, 2015 / 8:34 AM

        Yes… by the time I closed up, I think I was about to pass out. I don’t know how I made it across the city. I think my cousin picked me up and took me home, actually.

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  3. writefury April 21, 2015 / 10:38 AM

    Sweet! Love the teamwork, though it could take some polishing…
    I see some great beginnings here. 😉

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    • proverbs31teen April 27, 2015 / 10:12 AM

      Aw, thanks! 😀 We’re working on it. All of them are a little rough around the edges, but hey, so are puzzle pieces, right? 😀

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      • writefury April 27, 2015 / 10:37 AM

        Exactly! Smart move on the voice disguise when you’re invisible, by the way. 😉

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