Closer to the Truth

After practice, Daniel sat on the benches, his head buried in his hands. His powers were ruining his game. If he couldn't control them, how was he supposed to play for CF Igualada (The name of his team)?

"You always overthink things, don't you?"

Daniel looked up to see Sofia standing in front of him, holding two bottles of water. She tossed him one.

"Thanks," he muttered, taking a sip.

She sat beside him, stretching her legs out. "You did better than I expected. A little weird, but not bad."

Daniel smirked. "Weird, huh?"

Sofia studied him. "Yeah. Sometimes you move too early, like you know what's coming before it happens. And sometimes you just freeze. What's up with that?"

Daniel tensed. She noticed.

He forced a laugh. "Maybe I'm just trying to impress you."

Sofia rolled her eyes. "Keep dreaming, Carter." But there was a small smile on her lips.

For a moment, the tension melted. The sounds of teammates packing up, the crisp evening air—it almost felt normal. But deep down, Daniel knew it wouldn't last.

Because someone was watching.

Across the field, near the parking lot, a dark figure leaned against a lamppost, barely visible in the dimming light.

Daniel's stomach tightened. Not again.

Sofia noticed his change in expression. "Hey, you okay?"

Daniel forced himself to relax. "Yeah. Just tired."

But he wasn't. He was being hunted. And whoever was out there wasn't done with him yet.