Directions

The Kid:

"Please don't hurt me," Drew screams, covering his face. "I swear, I didn't see anything! I won't tell anyone what I saw!"

"Of course, you will not," I say, examining the bruises all over Drew's body. They are not too bad. Small and only a slight red, I estimate these kinds of bruises would heal in a week. However, I have no intention of waiting a week for answers.

Holding my open hand over Drew, it starts to emit a sort of light. My entire palm glowing, I quickly hover my hand all over Drew and in a few minutes, all his bruises are gone.

"What the," he cries, looking all over himself, checking his hands over and over. "What did, what did you do?"

"I healed you," I answer, "And now, I will be reading your mind."

Entering Drew's mind, I start to look around for any information on either Aileen or Diana. Any memories that can tell me something more about the two. It takes a while but finally, I find what I am looking for.

"Alieen's address," I say to myself, smiling.

Before leaving Drew's mind, I remember to erase the events of the last few minutes. Once finish, I exit Drew's mind and let go of him.

He moans as I let him go. Stumbling for a bit, Drew rubs his forehead before finally looking back at me.

"Who," he starts, shaking his head and rubbing his head. "Who are you? Oh wait, where are these two?"

Looking around himself, Drew starts to jump around.

"Where are Jim and Spencer?"

Drew bringing up his shaking fists turns to me.

"They're gone," I say, crossing my arms. "You should be gone too."

"Uhh," he says, rubbing the back of his head. "Okay."

About to leave, I stop him, shooting out my hand and grabbing his arm.

"Wait," I say, "May I ask you a question?"

"Sure? Do I know you?"

"Kind of. Anyway, which way is Feron Boulevard?"

Still a little confused, Drew gives me some directions and I thank him. Once he is out of the alleyway and out of sight, I take a step before teleporting back onto the skyscraper's roof. Looking around, eyeing the streets' names, I think about what Drew told me.

"Let me see, let me see. You take this street all the way until this street and then turn right."

Teleporting from rooftop to rooftop, I see the apartment building where Aileen is supposed to be living in. A thin brick building, it is a pale blue color and is two-story. Teleporting and reappearing right in front of the staircase, I walk up and knock on the door.

Letting out a breath as I pat down my clothes to try and look presentable, I stop when I hear something on the other side of the door. It sounds like something heavy and made from metals had just fallen, and now there is a mix of people shouting at one another.

"Sorry," someone says, "So sorry about that. I will, I will clean it up later."

"Matt," someone else yells, "I told you to be careful. That was supposed to be our lunch. Now, what are we going to eat?"

"Calm down," Matt I think replies, "Calm down. I'm sure we can think of something."

Sensing they have forgotten me since their lunch is no more, I knock on the door again.

"Okay, okay," a third person says, "You two just please clean this up. I'll go see who's at the door."

A few seconds later, someone opens the door to greet me.

"Hello," he says. "Can I help you?"

The man, the young man, barely looking any older than me, is wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt with brown shorts. He had very short sandy hair and clean skin.

"Uhh," I start, thinking of what I could say. "Uhhhh, hello. Hello. Hi."

"Hi," the young man repeats.

"Uhhhh," I say, still thinking. "My name is...A."

"A?"

"Yes. That is my name. My name is A."

"Like the letter A? Just A?"

"Yes. Anyway, I am looking for Aileen. Is she here?"

"I'm sorry," the young boy replies, "But who are you?"

"I'm A," I answer.

"No, I mean, who are you exactly? How do you know Alieen?"

"She is a friend of mine," I say. "A new friend. We met a few hours ago and I really want to see her again."

The young man staring at me, examining me, I prepare to enter his mind. However, before I can, someone else interrupts me.

"Oh you're a new friend of Alieen," another young man says, suddenly appearing behind the first one. He laughs a little. "And you really want to 'see' her again."

This young man, also barely looking any older than me, is wearing a black and purple hoodie with long brown pants. He had short black hairs underneath a beanie with the sentence "Have an Awesome Day" written across it.

"Hey," the beanie man says, offering me a handshake. "I'm Matt. A pleasure to meet you."

"Hello," I say, biting my tongue as I very reluctantly shake his hand. "I am A."

"A," Matt repeats. "Like the letter A?"

"Yes, and I am looking for Alieen. Your friend here said she left earlier."

"Yeah, she left earlier this morning with Diana. By the way, my friend here is named Alfred."

"Hello," I say, nodding my head at Alfred. Alfred nods his head back at me.

"Okay," a third person says, appearing behind Alfred and Matt. This time, the person is a young woman. She looks about the same age as the three of us and is wearing a tight blue, short-sleeved shirt with long blue jeans. Her skin is shining and her short brown hair is staying as straight as pencils.

"Matt, you are not leaving me alone with the clean-up. You're the one who spilled! Now get your butt back in--"

The young woman stops when she sees me, she looks at Alfred and Matt.

"Who is this guy," she asks, "Get him out of here and come help me clean up."

"His name is A and he's looking for Alieen," Matt says. "Do you remember where she said she would be going?"

"I don't know," the girl says, "But I do know this. We really shouldn't be given this kind of information to a complete stranger! Especially when that stranger's name is 'A'. Guys, come on. Shut the door and help me clean up."

Trying to close the door on me, Matt stops her.

"Hey Lafayette," Matt says, holding the door open. "Knock it off, okay. Where's your sense of hospitality?"

"My sense of hospitality is right where it should be," Lafayette says, "With dear friends and families. Not with complete stranger. Especially one that looks like they've been living in trashes."

Lafayette then starts to point out some stains I have on my clothes.

"These are all kinds of warning signs guys," she screams, "Signs saying we shouldn't help this person. Now come on. We have to move fast unless we want our kitchen floor to be sticky."

Alfred and Matt apologize and nod their heads. They then close the door on me.

"Shoot," I think, slamming my fist through the air. "There goes my only lead. Now, where do I go? What do I do?"

I refuse to give up on finding Alieen but without anything to go on, I am lost. Looking up at the door, I prepare to use my power to look through it and into the minds of the three.

"I need information," I say to myself. "And you three are the only ones with it."

About to look through the door, I stop when it opens all of a sudden, and Matt sticks his head out.

"Hey A," he says, "Sorry about that. I don't know why Lafayette was like that. She's normally calm and collected. In fact, today is kind of the only time I've ever seen her mean. Anyway, you seem like an okay guy, despite your stains. If you're looking for Alieen, I think she said she would be going to the public library today. Okay, see ya."

Matt's head disappears, the door closes, and I am left alone again.

"Uhhh," I say, staring at the door. "Thank you very much for your help. I really appreciate it."

Turning to leave, I walk down the steps and turn to walk down the sidewalk.

"Shoot," I think, slapping myself on the head. "Where is the public library?"