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Banks, OR

April 21st, 2020

If I scream the government guys will hear me, everyone will hear me. If they brush up against me they’ll feel me. This skill I can enact is pretty much like hiding in plain sight by disappearing I’ve figured out, but it’s not a perfect way to go. It’s like being invisible but with the drawback that I can’t hold it for long, and the others can see me clear as day. And I can see them.

In fact the female of the pair that I can see now is drawing an imaginary line across her throat with one finger, and that makes the moment all that that much clearer to me. I’ve got to get out of here, and now.

The guys in the suits are milling around, talking to each other, talking to the lady at her desk, asking questions, and of course looking up. They won’t find me unless I screw up, but that might not be in my control for much longer as the two others are already making their way slowly towards me, taking one short, taunting step after another. So far as I can see they don’t have any weapons on them, nothing that could hurt me, but I don’t know enough about them to understand what might happen if they so much as touch me.

I have to go for it. I don’t want to know what’s going to happen if they touch me. It takes every bit of effort I have to say quiet but as one of the agents comes out of the hallway to report that I’m not outside I make my move. Sidling past him I glance once more at the others converging on me, and my blood runs cold as I can see that their only a few strides away now, closing in for the kill even though I don’t know how it’s going to happen.

They’re not moving very fast though as I manage to slide past the guy in the hall. I have a strange idea come to me at that moment though, one that I hope doesn’t backfire even as my hand reaches out to brush against the wall. Damn my head is pounding as I’m moving, I’ve never done this for more than a minute or so at a time, and usually it’s been enough to get me away from these guys, or people like them. But as my fingers brush the textured wall I pull them away just as quickly. It works though.

The agents rush forward as soon as they hear the sound, making their way into the office that sits behind the wall I just touched. The others are still moving slowly, as though they’re intent on scaring me to death, but as I look back I can see something other than the sick joy I saw only a moment before. I see that the female, who’s in the lead now, is still moving slowly, but with a grimace on her face, as though….as though she’s trying to move faster, but can’t.

They can’t catch me.

(to be continued)

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