I'm going to be completely honest with you, I have no clue why I am writing this. Maybe it's for selfish reasons, so I can go back and say. 'Look, this is what you've accomplished.' Maybe I want some sort of reassurance that in all my actions, I've done the right thing.
Maybe I'm insane.
The latter is probably the most correct, as reliving the past years of my life is going to be like repeating all the torture and difficulties I've gone through. There were good things too, however and, now that I think about it, I guess that's why I'm really writing this; To prove that the good outweighed the bad through all of this nonsense.
Whatever the reason, I will write, and I'll try to focus on all of the great experiences we all had together. But I'm doing this wrong. From the beginning, then?
Hello, my name is Evelyn Pierce and this is my story.
Chapter 1: Evelyn
I spent the entire day of my nineteenth birthday with the eery feeling that I was being watched. Throughout the day, I would glimpse a stranger staring at me, but as soon as I turned to get a better look, they'd be reading or writing.
Twice I ran into someone in the store and I'm almost certain that the man had run into me on purpose. I'm less sure about the second man, but he did give me an odd, calculating look when I apologized for bumping into him. By the time I pulled in the drive way of my home, I was ready to call the police and lock all the doors.
You're making a big deal of absolutely nothing, Evelyn. I told myself as I unloaded the groceries and brought them inside. Even the house seemed suspiciously dark and quiet. “I'm home!” I called as I put away the milk and eggs in the fridge.
“Hello? Is anyone else around?” I left the cereal on the counter and entered the living room. “Evelyn, we're in here.” Grandpa called from his study. I walked to it, but stopped dead in the doorway. “Hello, Evelyn.”
Sitting in the study with my grandfather, was the second man from the store. Evelyn, I don't have any time to explain, but you need to run. Right now. That man is the leader of a very dangerous group of people, and he's here to take you to prison.
I shivered. Who are you and how did you get in my head?
My name is Ryan. When I say go, you run. Got it? Ready, set, GO!
The man raised a pistol and pointed it at me, but Grandpa tackled him. I only glimpsed the fight briefly before I ducked out of the room and ran for my life. What about Grandpa? I questioned, I can't just abandon him. dodging the kitchen table and diving out the door onto the lawn. He'll be okay, we're sending a team in to rescue him and Spencer shouldn't be concerned with him. You're the one he was after, and if memory serves, your grandpa was a Navy Seal. I think he can handle a fight.
I scrambled to my feet and then hopped on Branden’s motorcycle, pulling the duplicate key from my pocket and speeding away. Oh, thanks. That's comforting. 'It's okay, your grandpa's going to be fine because the nut job with the pistol was only after you.' I mocked. Where do I go from here? Adrenaline shot through me when I had to swerve to avoid hitting a stray kitten.
Take the next left, then just go straight until you reach an abandoned warehouse. It will have the word Illusion written on it. Once you reach that, go inside and you'll find myself and a few of my colleagues.
I snorted. Yeah, because it's a brilliant idea for me to go by myself into an abandoned warehouse where some psychopath who has intruded in on my thoughts is waiting with a whole bunch of his friends who are probably armed and ready to kill me faster than the psychopath with a gun! How in the world am I supposed to trust you?
That's when I heard gun shots and a car behind me. At this point, I really don't think trust is the issue, the fact that you're about to die in a car chase is what you should be worried about. I swerved down the left street that I'd been told to follow and sped up. Left does look like the better option. I admitted grudgingly. Do I ditch the bike?
Not yet, this street is longer than it seems.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when a second car flew out from a small side street in front of me. Straight is no longer an option! I cried. Left or right, left or right? Only about a hundred feet until myself and the car would collide, and there were streets on either side I could take. They're both dead ends. You're going to have to jump.
Jump? Don't you have anymore brilliant plans that don't involve my death?
No answer, and the car was coming fast. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, thanked goodness for all the adrenaline pumping through me, and took the third option. At the last possible second, I jerked the bike to the left and jumped up onto the sidewalk, barely missing a telephone pole.
I look back, and smiled when I saw that both cars had stopped in order to avoid a collision. Heck yeah! Let's do that again. I said as relief poured through me. Let's not. Ryan's voice said coolly. I pulled back out onto the street, looked back one more time to give the black cars a grin and a wave.
Until I realized that they'd turned around and were back for the chase. It's okay, you're almost there and they can't come inside the warehouse. Glancing at the buildings revealed nothing, and a wall was quickly coming towards me.
None of these buildings say Illusion, and I'm about to crash into a giant wall. I told him. More gun shots resounded and one grazed my shoulder. That was way too close. Ryan, there is a wall, I have to turn. It was sixty feet away. Fifty feet. The closer I got, the more I could make out the graffiti. That's when I realized that the wall was plastered in the word Illusion.
You are insane! I'm not driving through the wall! Panic spread through me and I closed my eyes as the wall approached. Trust me, Evelyn, the wall isn't as unforgiving as it looks. Ryan said. I opened my eyes again and watched as I shot towards death.
Five feet. Collision.
Or not. The instant that the wall should have hit me, I slid straight through it and out into a giant room filled with people. I slammed on the brakes so that I wouldn't hit anyone, and instead went flying off onto the floor, sliding and bruising myself up pretty bad.
“Are you alright?” A man rushed to my side and helped me to me feet. He went to let me stand on my own, but I nearly collapsed so he stayed at my side. “Well, as fun as that car chase was, I never, ever want to relive that event.
“Welcome, Evelyn, I'm Ryan.” The same voice that had been in my head greeted cheerfully.
He was tall and had black hair and green eyes. “Oh, yeah, let's just welcome the girl who led those foolish Normals straight to us, Why don't we?” Someone asked.
“Aww, shut up, Pete.” Another voice said.
The resounding sound of gunshots rang through the air, followed by a crash and an explosion, shaking the room slightly. “They can't get in, right?” I asked with a concerned look at the door. Several people laughed, and the man that was supporting me just chuckled.
“Even if they did, there's no way they'd escaped until we had complete certainty they wouldn't return, or tell anyone else about us.” A girl with a green head band said.
“They're all gone now.” A girl in a dark purple T-shirt announced. “Good, so maybe now you can explain what the heck I'm doing here.” I looked around the room, searching their faces for answers. Unexpectedly, the answer came from a girl who looked to be about twelve.
“Well, put in short, the explanation goes something like this: There's another universe in which people with special abilities escaped to, because they knew that they could never exist in peace while they lived with normal people. But not all of them left, and the ones who stayed are being enslaved and having all sorts of science experiments tried out on them.
“Meanwhile, in the other world there's a group of people who think Specials are better than Normals. Those people are trying to find this weird, magical glowing orb-type-thing, only if they use it to make themselves stronger, it'll blow up the world. We believe that both Normals and Specials have a right to survive, so we're fighting both battles at once and we need your help to save everyone.”
She finished cheerily, having said the entire thing in one breath. I looked to Ryan with one eyebrow raised and started laughing. When no one joined me, I gave him an incredulous look. “You can't be serious, can you? Special abilities and alternate universes? Come on. I guess this is the part where you tell me that I'm the chosen one and I am unusually strong and that the weight of the world is on my shoulders.” I said mockingly, rolling my eyes.
Silence. Then, a man with a scar on his arm stepped forward, raised his hand and a fire appeared with no other movements. What the- I thought to myself in disbelief. “You aren't the chosen one, but you are unusually strong and have an extremely rare ability. You are the only one we've seen with that ability in over twenty years, and we have come to a place where you and that ability will be needed. You can create Shields, giant, invisible, bubble-like barriers of protection. We need you, Evelyn, please help us.”
“Yeah, um, I think I'm going to go take my chances with that Spencer guy. At least he'll be somewhat sane, and he won't try to convince me that he has magical powers by putting hand sanitizer in his hands and lighting it on fire.” I turned towards where I entered, but it just looked like wall now. “Evelyn, please. We need you.” The girl in the purple shirt said pleadingly.
“If you leave, the lives of an entire world will be on your head.”