Sunrise

"Wow," Yale said, staring at the man hurling his guts out after I hit him once. By guts, yes, I spot an intestine coming out his mouth.

"Oops," I said, watching the man closely. "Sorry. I think I overdid it."

"Clearly." She mused looking intently at the man puking something red and bloody before he fell, unmoving. "I think he's dead, Zion."

"I think so too," I said, looking at the man's blank eyes staring heavenward. "He isn't moving."

"Didn't you remember to hold back?" She asked, rising her eyebrow at me, trying not to laugh.

"I thought I did. That punch wasn't even that strong." I said, finally noticing the gasps and horrified looks of the people around us. "Well, this doesn't seem good."

They are terrified and they have seen our faces. Hmm. This seems like a problem.

"Yale, Zion. You two-"

We turned to see Alexis looking at us with confusion and worry written all over his face.

"Are you ok?" I asked, our first priority is Alexis and Wendy, the others can be worried about later on. "What about Wendy? Still sleeping?"

"Yeah … But … what just happened?"

"Nothing anyone needs to remember," Yale said, throwing something onto the ground as a cloud of smoke spread throughout the room, covering everything completely.

Using another liquid from her bag, she poured it on the body as it started to dissolve away into the ground.

The smoke can be used to erase the first five minutes in the memories of normal humans. It is a simple trick really.

So, five minutes would be … from the moment Yale and I walked into the room. Perfect.

"Done?" I asked, looking at the clean floor in front of her. "Come one. Let's get out of here."

We scanned the area as the smoke disappeared and then ran out of the room as quickly as we could.

"There are some cameras that caught us though," Yale said as I pulled out my phone while we ran. Dialling a number, I placed the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" A grumpy, sleepy voice kicked up.

"Lilith. We need your help."

"What's wrong? Did you get chased by the cops again?" She asked, as shuffling sounds could be heard in the distance.

"Nope. It is a lot simpler than that." I said, as we reached room number 404, Yale walking in the moment we reached, while I stood outside. "We are in a hospital-"

"That one with the terrorists in it?" She said as the sounds of keyboards clicking came. "You two are not careful at all, are you?"

"Sorry, most of our brain cells died in the mission we just were on. Could you help us?"

"Already done. Tell me when you leave the building so I can do a proper scan. Bye."

She didn't even wait for me to say anything else as she kept the call.

Well, what did I expect from her? I thought. She is not one for small talk and will hang up the moment she can.

"Zion?"

I turned to see Alexis gasping for breath as he rushed at me.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, nurses and some other people ran to their rooms.

"We came to check on you, but we heard something from here and decided to check on Wendy first," I said, shoving my phone into my pocket. "What are you doing here? Yale has been trying to call you for so long."

"Sorry, I rushed in here as well. I needed to know that Wendy is fine." He said, looking at the door. "We should check insi-"

Yale suddenly burst out of the room, face white as ash.

"What's wrong?" We asked at the same time with a contrastingly different tone of voice.

"She … she's … she's getting … her stomach …"

Instantly Alexis ran into the room and ran back out, shouting, "Help! My wife is going into labour! Someone!"

She's going into labour? Now? But nothing stressful happened, right?

I turned to Yale who is now sitting on the ground, trembling.

Is this really the Yale I know? The one who laughed when a man threw up his heart because of a punch from me. What did she see in there to be like this?

She must have seen something that disturbed her. The ability to see into the future is something some of the people affected by that shockwave have. But all see in a different way.

Yale sees the future in a very quick flash and only when she is touching the person. It also happens randomly so we can't really rely on it to tell us the future when we want it to.

"Yale." I placed a hand on her shoulder. "What happened? Did you see anything?"

"Remember … remember when you asked me if I had to choose between the mother and the baby?"

"Yeah?"

"Alexis is going to have to make that choice soon." She said, furrowing her brows at me. "There's … there is nothing we can do, is there, Zion?"

I looked at this girl in front of me, haughty and proud. But she also has the softest heart I ever saw in anyone, only for the people she cares about though.

If there was a way we could do something, she would have done it in a heartbeat. But she as well as I know, there is nothing that can be done.

Taking her in my arms, I just patted her head as the girl started crying in my arms, doctors and nurses running into the room beside us.

"They are bringing her to the labour room," I said, watching as they pulled the bed out of the room. "Come on, we need to show her some kind of support."

"Yeah. Ok." Yale said, sucking in a deep breath as we got to our feet, making eye contact with the brown-haired woman, exhaustion written all over her face.

"Wait." The woman said, reaching out to us as we appeared by her side, taking either of her hand in ours. "Zion, Yale. Thank you both for being here."

"We wouldn't miss it for the world," Yale said, voice breaking. "You need to live, Wendy. You need to keep fighting and then live. Live to make more children in the future."

"So I was right." She said, chuckling. "You can see into the future. Alex never believed me. But I knew you two were special the moment I met you."

I stared at the contented woman's expression and sighed, "Whatever you both choose, we promise that we are going to be there beside you through it all."

"I knew you would understand, Zion." She said, gratefully patting my head as her face froze in pain. "I don't know … how strong this … child will be. But … with you two there … I am sure he will be fine. Please don't leave Alexis, he has lost so much in life."

I just nodded as they wheeled her into the operation room, Alexis running to us, holding a bundle of cloth in his arms.

"Where are they?"

"Emergency C section," I said, pointing to the door as some nurses asked him to go to the room with them.

Yale stopped him, trying to keep her expression firm, "Once you go in there, you will have to make one of the most difficult decisions of your life. Just … just remember that Zion and I will be here if you need us."

"You both should go back home and rest." He said, trying to offer a smile but failed miserably.

"We're going to be here," I said, pushing him. "Go on."

Unsure of what to say, Alexis just gave a grateful smile before running into the operating room as they began to sanitize him and dress him up.

Leaning her head on my shoulder, Yale sighed, "Sorry."

"Why?"

"I didn't mean to cry. I think I was a lot more tired than I thought I was so I didn't have proper control over my emotions."

"It's alright to cry sometimes," I said standing stiff as a rock. "Sometimes, your body just needs to release some of the pent up frustration in your body."

"Says you." She chuckled as we saw light began to break into the windows. "It's already morning."

"Fortunately, tomorrow is Saturday," I said, stretched. "This might take a while, want to watch the sunrise?"

"How will he find us if we go away?"

I pointed to the window at the end of the busy hallways, now littered with police, "We can watch from there. Looks like the perfect spot for watching the sunrise."

"Fine." She said, rolling her eyes at me as we interlocked hands and walked to the window, passing the police questioning everyone they possibly could on what happened.

Not that they would be able to tell, but whatever I guess. They still need to do their jobs in the end.

And we need to remain invisible.