by, Melissa R. Mendelson
Today was the day I feared. I had hoped this would be easy, but nothing ever is. And they are close, watching my every move, but I have no choice. My life does not belong to them, and this day will decide my fate. If I run away now, what future will wait for my return?
Tight security met her gaze. They weren’t taking any chances today. She was top priority, and they were on high alert. She had changed her appearance to slip through their defenses, and the guard that glared at her seemed fooled by this façade. And she handed him the letter.
“Room 312. Next in line.”
Pocketing her acceptance letter, she moved through the vast building. She avoided the metal detectors, but she had no qualms with them searching her purse. She wished that she did not have to be this careful, but they were here. She could feel it in every fiber of her being, and they were hunting her. One slip would be all that it would take for her downfall, and then she wouldn’t have to worry about her future.
This was supposed to be simple. Take the test. Be placed in a suitable field. Do what was expected of me. Why can’t they leave me alone? Why does this have to be so damn hard?
But she knew the answer. They didn’t care to know her life story. They weren’t interested in her past relationships or family and friends. It was her potential that caught their attention. She should have kept a low profile, but in the beginning, she saw no threat in her ability. She fell across their radar, and they were still tracking her. But was that price that she must pay for seeing the future?
I could never see my future. It always remained out of reach. All those people that came to me for help wanted answers, but I always told them that the future is never written in stone. One single change, and everything would change. And sometimes it is better to leave things alone, but when your life depends on what you know, then that one single change is all that it would take to guarantee living another day.
A Wanted poster flapped across a brick wall. A face met her gaze. Eyes darted around her, but nobody seemed to notice. She was still safe, but security was touching their ear pieces, whispering of controversy. Cool metal touched her skin, but nobody needed to be bothered with the weapon holstered against her side. If only she could get through today without incident, but a brief flash told her different. And a guard now moved her way.
“Letter. Please.” She handed the guard her letter. “Identification?” She gazed at him. “I said. Identification.”
“I left my id at home.” Another flash enveloped her mind. “I’m sorry. I was so nervous about today. It’s a big day for me.”
“I still need to see some id.” He crumpled the letter up in his hands. “If you can’t provide any id with a photo, then you must come with me.”
I was afraid of today. I knew this wouldn’t be easy, but I was ready to believe that lie. I want to dictate my own future. I don’t want anyone else controlling who I am, but the gig is up. Here come the dogs.
Security surrounded Hazel. Their eyes watched her every breath, her every flicker of an eye. Their fingers tapped along their holstered guns. Tension cut a path around her, and now those ready for their testing date hurried away from the scene unfolding before them. And she was left alone, facing the hounds, but where were they? Why play this game? If they wanted her, then come and get her.
“I’m sorry. You know who I am.” She watched him reach for his gun. “You’re too late.”
Her finger pressed against the trigger. A soft hum traced across her skin. Warmth touched her feet and flooded across the smooth, tiled floor, and they shook to its vibrations. As they fell down, unconscious, a bullet whizzed by her head, but another flash had already warned her of its approach. And time was quickly slipping away, but she knew her escape route. She knew that this day would not be the day of her capture, but that moment would be coming soon. And then she would be put to the ultimate test, and if she failed, there would be no future waiting for her return.