I feel the sun on my face, my hair streaming behind me. Grass and trees and fences blur. Tears flow from my eyes, carve tracks to my ears.
I don’t think it’s possible to run this fast. Somehow, I am.
I run until the warehouse is no longer even a dot on the horizon behind me. I run cross-country where no car can follow. I find myself in a wooded area, pine needles raking my cheeks and bare arms, soft earth cushioning my footsteps.
Slow down ... it’s time to slow down.
I can’t. All I can think of is the mess I’ve left behind, the fact that I left Malcolm, and yet I can’t get my legs to stop moving.
My power might be supernatural, but you are very human, my dear. You will hurt yourself if you keep up this pace.
I stumble, my arms flailing, and the jerky movements slow my momentum. The w
