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It was simple enough to recognise a thief, but recognising them didn’t make the getting away part any easier. Once they’d seen someone, anyone, with some power, no matter how little it was, that person became a target. After that the only real choice is to run if you want to live, even though there’s no guarantee they won’t find you. Some of them have the ability to track people by their power and Jillian had been dealing with that ever since she’d become a target. No matter where she went or what she did, he was always there, one step behind her, and she knew that she would never be able to stop running. At least not if she wanted to live.

Not feeling safe to sleep was her main problem. Jillian would let herself nap occasionally, but it had been months since she’d had a full nights sleep. Every time she thought about him, about what could happen to her if she let him catch up to her, it stopped her from sleeping anyway. She wished she had learnt how to use her powers instead of ignoring it and hoping they’d go away, because she’d never wanted to have them. Admitting she had powers meant that she would have had very few choices.

Sighing, she shook her head. It was too late to think about what she should have done. Jillian had never really believed in the power thieves, at least not until she saw the one that was after her, and that was when she realised that she should have done. Lacking any knowledge in how to use her power meant that she’d been in danger for years. Fear of being executed stopped most people from learning how to use their powers, including Jillian, and that meant they were prey for the power thieves.

Jillian knew the day would come when he’d catch her. There was only so much she could do to keep away from him and every time she saw him he seemed a little closer than he had the time before. All she wanted was a safe place where she could sleep for a night, not having to worry about the thief, but that wasn’t going to happen. His ability to know where she was at all times meant that the safest places for other runners weren’t safe for her and she refused to put other people in danger. She was just determined to live for as long as possible, because she thought she might be able to protect herself from him if she was able to use her powers.

Experimenting was, unfortunately, dangerous, especially on the streets, but it was the only thing Jillian could do. Using her powers made it easier for him to find her and more likely that someone within the police force would see her. Either way she’d end up dead, which wasn’t something she’d imagined happening to her at twenty-three, even though there was every possibility she might lose control of her powers.

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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It was simple enough to recognise a thief, but recognising them didn’t make the getting away part any easier. Once they’d seen someone, anyone, with some power, no matter how little it was, that person became a target. After that the only real choice is to run if you want to live, even though there’s no guarantee they won’t find you. Some of them have the ability to track people by their power and Jillian had been dealing with that ever since she’d become a target. No matter where she went or what she did, he was always there, one step behind her, and she knew that she would never be able to stop running. At least not if she wanted to live.

Not feeling safe to sleep was her main problem. Jillian would let herself nap occasionally, but it had been months since she’d had a full nights sleep. Every time she thought about him, about what could happen to her if she let him catch up to her, it stopped her from sleeping anyway. She wished she had learnt how to use her powers instead of ignoring it and hoping they’d go away, because she’d never wanted to have them. Admitting she had powers meant that she would have had very few choices.

Sighing, she shook her head. It was too late to think about what she should have done. Jillian had never really believed in the power thieves, at least not until she saw the one that was after her, and that was when she realised that she should have done. Lacking any knowledge in how to use her power meant that she’d been in danger for years. Fear of being executed stopped most people from learning how to use their powers, including Jillian, and that meant they were prey for the power thieves.

Jillian knew the day would come when he’d catch her. There was only so much she could do to keep away from him and every time she saw him he seemed a little closer than he had the time before. All she wanted was a safe place where she could sleep for a night, not having to worry about the thief, but that wasn’t going to happen. His ability to know where she was at all times meant that the safest places for other runners weren’t safe for her and she refused to put other people in danger. She was just determined to live for as long as possible, because she thought she might be able to protect herself from him if she was able to use her powers.

Experimenting was, unfortunately, dangerous, especially on the streets, but it was the only thing Jillian could do. Using her powers made it easier for him to find her and more likely that someone within the police force would see her. Either way she’d end up dead, which wasn’t something she’d imagined happening to her at twenty-three, even though there was every possibility she might lose control of her powers.

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

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