MYSTICS (Book one of the Mystic series)
The long story

“It started just as we screamed in your face. We watched you pass out and it was on purpose. We planned a while ago to be moved to your cell to help you escape but your plan meant that we couldn't fulfil our promises. We had no idea who that lady was who helped us but when we went to check on her...she was dead. She must have not covered her ears so basically, we exploded her brain. A siren was still going off so we had to leave her. We turned around to get you but you were gone. We saw another person running off with you. We chased after her like a cheater on its prey. It took about ten minutes before we caught up to her and she had a gun pointing at us. You lay unconscious by her side so I got nervous she might shoot you. I took a step back and raised my hands. She turned the gun and shot you in the head. Something stopped the bullet and it rebounded and hit her in the side. She collapsed to the ground. Sammy rushed over to you to check that you were still alive. She got worried when she saw your arms and legs but took a sigh of relief when she saw they were old scars. The lady was badly hurt and because I'm not evil and cruel I patched her up. After about a day she came around and swept around for her gun which we decided was best to bury. She looked up at us then tried to throw a rock at us. We easily dodged it and stood our ground. She was terrified as she knew what we could do I think"

The lady nodded.

"We were very cautious around her but we did give her food. I don't think Sammy remembered that she was the one who gave us our powers but I certainly did. I thought if we kept her alive she could remove them. That day I asked if it was possible but apparently we can't lose them unless we die or if we find an original mystic. An original mystic is anyone with DNA capable of harbouring the gift that does not have powers already. They are extraordinarily rare so any chance of us losing them was very slim. We thought that maybe we could trust her more now she was willing to talk so over the next week we got very close with her while still struggling at keeping you alive. It was about two weeks of us being very close before you awoke and tried to kill her. And here we are."

The lady came over to me and said "Hi I'm shelly. I here you are looking for your friends and I might be able to help."

She untied me and had an out-stretched arm trying to help me up I rejected her gesture and got up all by myself.

She continued "Your friend strike was not born with the mystic powers so he radiates a noise that we cannot hear. This is of the buzzing of his DNA. The Banshee twins control sound so if we can get to a Satelite dish we may be able to amplify their hearing to be able to find them. That is if they are still alive. If Strike is hurt in any way the buzzing will go silent and we will have no way of finding them."

I did not trust her one bit "How do you know about strike?!"

"Darling!"

She laughed,"You fought this horde of men who were sent to kill you. Do you really not think that one of them may survive. That they could tell the tale of your heroics."

I blushed a bit. Perhaps she was a good person. I should trust her, shouldn't I?

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