Chapter 1 Pleasure To Meet You

Beatriz ran down the streets of Manhattan at fastest speed. She looked and dressed like any other residence of New York, but her hair was light purple in color. ‘Holy shit! How the hell do they keep finding me?!” she thought. Suddenly, she ran into someone, a girl named Sweetie Pie. The black-haired girl crashed to the ground as Beatriz ran into her. “What are you doing?”

Beatriz cursed under her breath and looked up at Sweetie Pie as if she condemned her for the accident. “What you want, kiddo?” All of the sudden, she heard her assailants. “Oh, damn it all. Come on!!” She grabbed Sweetie Pie’s hand and ran with her up a fire escape and off a building. She spread her wings and began to fly to her present safe house. Beatriz’s wings appeared like the ones that would be found in photo books of fairies. They were pellucid and had a lot of opaque designs on them. They were part of the girl’s Power. Normally the didn’t show, but they appeared when she was in need regardless of what she was wearing. They were not really tied up to her back.

Sweetie Pie yelped, “HEY!” as they lifted off. She swinged, wondering what was happening. Everything had happened too fast that she could not think clearly. Beatriz landed at an old warehouse at the other end of the town. She looked around the area, and then knocked about four times on the door.

“What the damn hell is it now?” a bad-tempered voice yelled. Beatriz smiled and, pulling along her reluctant companion, walked into the building.

“HEY! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME NOW?!” Sweetie Pie struggled. She fumbled for a pair of scimitars that she all the time had strapped to her back under her clothes. It was very dangerous for a Powerful to be unarmed; therefore, mostly all of them had a weapon of some sort if their Powerful was not for fighting.

Felton, the bad-tempered occupant of the said warehouse, gave Sweetie Pie the once over. Then, he read the fright and confusion in her mind. “Hey, asshole, how about you get us some pocky and soda?” Beatriz yelled across the room.

Felton flipped her off, but he did as what he was told. “And what would the pretty Sweetie Pie, is it, like?” he asked. Felton had read the lady’s name off her mind.

“I would admire some answers. Who are you really? Where the hell am I?” She scowled fiercely at him with her opaque violet eyes. They were uncapable to see, but her Power made up for it.

Felton took a quick look at Beatriz. ‘You had to take her here?’ He sent the thought to her, deciding it was more well-mannered than to voice this aloud.

‘Only way,’ she thought back.

Felton exhaled. “I’m Felton. Never mind my last name.” He handed the snacks to Beatriz.

“I’m Beatriz,” Beatriz said between bites. After eating up the food, she left Sweetie Pie with Felton, knowing she would be safer. She began to walk aimlessly around the town, scouring out for any risk in the area. She and Felton, like most Powerful in the town, were nomadic and moved when they sensed risk.

Back at the warehouse, Sweetie Pie carefully examine Felton, and asked, “Okay, are you any form of agent? Because, if you are, you might as well mention it now. I surely will find out sooner or later.” She thought to herself, Much better sooner.’

Felton laughed immediately. “Nope, we’re not, and Beatriz left you with me…sorry”

“Humph!” Sweetie Pie crossed her arms and glanced away, looking around the “house”. She made strange clicking noises every now and then.

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“Excuse me!” Kyron, another Powerful of Manhattan, apologized after pushing through the crowd of busy people in efforts to get away from his pursuers. Right after making his way through the horde of people, Kyron took off in a sprint, wishing to get away from those who had been instructed to follow after him. Stealing a glimpse over his shoulder, he cursed to himself mildly, dove into the nearest passageway. For now, he had lost them. Breathing heavily, he leaned up against the wall and quickly closed his eyes. ‘Where the damn hell are they coming from?! That’s the fifth one already for today!’ He thought to himself, he opened his eyes once again and peered out from the passageway he was currently hiding in. Kyron decided to wait until he was sure that the coast was clear already. Right after doing so, he inched his way going out from the passageway and took off in the opposing direction from which his pursuers headed in, wishing to leave then in dust, he ran as fast as his legs could take him.

“Hey!” He heard one guy yell as Kyron accidentally smacked into him.

“I’m sorry!” He called over his shoulder, but still continued on nonetheless. All his efforts to escape were successful, for now anyway. Kyron knew they would be back, that he should expect more of them. He let out a deep heavy sigh, leaned opposed to the nearest wall. ‘There never ever used to be this many… They must be starting to get more earnest about ‘neutralizing’ us’. He thought, pertaining to the agents that were meant to knock down the Powerful ones.

All of a sudden, Beatriz ran into Kyron. “Oh, come on! What the fucking hell is this, Run into Beatriz Day?” She yelled at him.

“Oof!” Kyron moaned, stepping back some, he rubbed at his head. “You mean me?! Will run into you?! You must be kidding me, right? Excuse me; you are the one who obviously needs to watch where the hell you are going! I must remind you that you’re the one who hit into me!” He insisted, screaming back at her.

Beatriz’s mood switched easily. She started to smile at the other Powerful. “Fine, you could be correct about that. I don’t think running into two different people in the same day is a coincidence. I’m very sorry. I’m Beatriz. Not Veatriz. It is spelled with a ‘B’.”

Kyron blinked. For him, this was completely confusing. The lady who hit into him, then yelled at him was now introducing herself? He didn’t mind though; he just simply shook his head. “Oh, I see. It’s alright. It’s a pleasure to meet you Beatriz, I’m Kyron.” He replied.

“It’s an honor to meet you too Kyron,” she replied, sticking out her hand. Kyron smiled and shook her hand.