Chapter 7: Reminder

Vehicles running...It's about 6 in the morning and this wakes me up before my alarm for 6:30. Thanks, I guess. I yawned and rubbed my face but froze feeling some presence behind me. Did someone sneak into my bed? I then turned my head slowly and saw it was Marque. Sighing, I rolled my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Sleepwalking. Of course. One of the great drunk head's quirks. Whatever." I groaned in annoyance.

Marque continued to snore like some whale out of the water as I got up and off my bed to get washed up for the morning. Brushed my teeth, took a shower and washed my face to be sure I don't look much like a zombie like the snorer on my bed. I sighed and stood in front of the mirror staring at my hand.

"Human." I whispered to myself and shook my head trying to bury a memory that started to surface.

Ever since that word popped in my head, flashbacks and other memories started to come back. The ones I never wanted to see again. Just like last night, they're starting to flood back but in clearer views this time. This is a pain...I shook it off and made my way to the kitchen where my cat waited for me to give her food. I smiled and placed her food in her bowl and started to heat some water for coffee. My alarm goes off for 6:30 am and I hear a groggy groan in the living room. Amari's still here.

"She better not pull that topic from last night." I whispered to myself hoping I wouldn't have to deal with more stuff in my head than what I already am now.

I silently waited for my water while keeping my guard up on Amari. She sat up and rubbed her eyes yawning as her hair messily draped over her undercut. She seemed like she would keep shut about the topic we had. I perked up when my water was done and poured it on my coffee for the day. Before I got to sip on my coffee, Amari stood by the kitchen counter and spoke.

"Good morning..." She said softly. Unusual for someone who used to want to have a rematch for losing to me.

I nodded to her and hummed as I sipped my drink, "Morning." I replied.

"The bathroom is just around the corner if you want to wash up." I shared pointing out the hallway next to the stairs.

She nodded and walked off but eventually stopped, "I'm really sorry about last night." She said.

I groaned to myself and placed my drink down as I started to make breakfast, "It's fine. Don't mention it." I said with a rather serious tone. Just trying to make it obvious that I don't want to hear anything about it anymore. Since she brought it up, a distinct memory popped up in my head. It's about that same white room with a small stuffed toy in my scarred hands as they healed. My point of view was blurry and hazy but I could still see the brown color of the toy. The sound of kids crying all around me...faint but clearly ringing in the halls and room. I was a defenseless, pathetic, and weak kid. My parents were nowhere to be seen too. This early and my day is ruined.

"Anyway. I'll be out on some errands. Watch the drunk head for me will you?" I asked and went up to my room to get ready. Errands when I just wanted to leave the place. It felt...claustrophobic. Jacket, joggers, shoes, chest bag, hat. finished on my little prep and headed out. I'm feeling off today so why not buy a bike. I've been eyeing one for a while now. The model can be both a hoverbike and a normal bike. The journey out of 20 was noisy. Morning sellers voicing out their items, people on calls, and vehicles passing by. I sighed and placed my headphones on just to quiet my surroundings.

As I was on my way to the dealership to grab a bike. Impulsively grab one I mean...I walked through an alley as a shortcut but then, A group of men walked up to me and touched my shoulder.

"Hey, missy where are you going hm?" One of them said with a dirty smirk on his face.

I'm 6 foot tall and surprisingly, a man with the height of 5'7 has a lot of nuts. I turned around and removed my headphones letting them hang around my neck with my brow raised at him.

"You have an attitude I see." The man said and his lackeys started to get closer.

I rolled my eyes and put my hands together pretending, "Oh whatever should I dooooo. A pack of ugly men." I acted.

The man glared and brought out a knife, "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" He yelled out.

I snickered and put my hands in my pockets, "I said. A pack. Of Ugly. Men."

The man eventually attempted to charge at me with his knife like some rabid dog wanting to bite, "I'LL TEACH YOU A NICE LESSON TO NOT OPEN YOUR DAMN MOUTH!" He exclaimed.

I grinned and quickly grabbed his wrist and using my other hand, punched the knife out of his hand before twisting his arm behind him, "Alright teacher." I whispered with a straight face and proceeded to knee kick his back with his arm twisted on his back tightly as I pulled him closer with it.

He groaned in pain and fell. The others then attempted to charge me as well but eventually met the same fate. On the ground whining and groaning in pain...one, however, had a burning blade and tried to stab the back to my head. I moved my head just in time but only getting a cut on my cheek. It stung and burned at the same time but I've felt worse.

The cut instantly made me remember a training flashback and snapped an instinct I locked away. I ended up turning around quickly and struck his stomach making him bend over and fall backward. Panting from what had happened. I stared at him with my green eyes glowing with a hint of red in my pupils. I snapped. The man got up and grabbed his knife and used his powers to duplicate it

"YOU LITTLE RAT!" He exclaimed and charged at me again.

I inhaled and used my own to disable his powers making the clone blade disappear and fought him off grabbing his arm that had attempted to stab me and twisting it back, breaking it. He yelled in pain and grabbed my hair pulling it back. My eyes stared into his.

"You have pretty eyes. How I wish I could've pulled them out." He said and kicked my abdomen.

I let go of him and placed my hand on where he kicked. I hear my own body pulsing, my powers activating, and more memories flooding back. I groaned and used my radar powers and analyzed my surroundings. I inhaled and quickly jumped up on the pole making my way behind him and grabbed the knife. With a blink of an eye, I had struck this man's leg with the knife. He didn't have time to react at all. I panted and felt my wound healing. I dropped the knife and continued to walk to the dealers leaving the 6 men in pain in the alley. My powers are showing. I shouldn't have acted like that...I guess since it was in an alleyway, not many people saw it. No one would believe them if they tell anyone anyway. I shook my head and shrugged my pain off as the cut on my cheek slowly healed.

I stopped at a local coffee shop to clean up and grab a sip of water and a piece of bread. After that make-up meal, I headed to the bathroom and leaned on the sink.

"Idiot. IDIOT." I said to myself. I slapped my forehead and cheek multiple times trying to snap my head out of it all and washed my face from the dried-up blood I managed to cover from the public. My wound was already gone and my face seemed back to normal.

No one saw. You didn't see anything...You didn't see anything...