Bonds

You felt Winter’s terror and panic spread out like a palpable wave, it didn’t double you over like it did her because you knew this feeling, this fear. Intimately, in fact,  it was yours. 

While you had been dreaming of a woman, she had been dreaming of a man; a fugitive with powers of electricity, the terrified day-in day-out of being found and captured and conscripted. She had thought it was bleed over from work, a guilt at hauling in gifted people to work for the goverment that terrorised her dreams. It wasn’t, it was you.

Your eyes meet over the table, blood still pouring from her nose, and in the middle of the cacophony of sounds in the room, one word cut through the rest, speared directly into your mind:

Run.

Your feet were moving before your conscious mind had agreed to it.

“Stop him!” Karina barks and every weapon in the room snaps up at you at the same time, like she had them all on facist marionettes.

Behind her Winter began to scream, and the world went mad.