Love Begins with the Hot Summer

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.