Gifted (Dialogue Only Story)
“Did you see that?”
“Um…”
“The correct answer is no, no you didn’t. Now walk faster.”
“But—wait up! I can’t walk that fast!”
“Sounds like a personal problem.”
“How did you—would you slow down?—do that?!”
“Do what?”
“Shoot like, fire out of your hands! And like, burn the carp outta that werewolf!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What werewolf? I can’t shoot fire out of my hands and that’s silly anyway.”
“I saw it!”
“Saw what?”
“I SAW IT! Why are you denying everything?”
“Because nothing happened.”
“Then why are you smirking like that?”
“Like what?”
“Gah! Never mind! You’re clearly a delusional idiot, not an illegal Gifted.”
“Exactly. You’re clearly highly intelligent, Random-Weird-Girl-Who’s-Very-Nosy. What? You don’t like my summation of you? Fine—that’s fair, I suppose. How about Random-Girl-Baselessly-Accusing-Me-Of-Being-An-Enemy-Of-The-State? You don’t like that either? Well you’re definitely not picky whatsoever. Hey, I’m trying my best here.”
“Why—how are you walking so fast?!”
“Why are you following me?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because you saved my life?”
“Oooo. Sarcasm. How exactly did I save your life?”
“Seriously dude? You just torched a werewolf in that alley back there! There’s probably still scorch marks on the brick wall of that shady discount clothing store. Also, you told me to walk faster, so I assume you want me to follow you somewhere.”
“Wow you really are delusional. Hallucinatory psychosis, perhaps?”
“What…? No! I SAW IT!”
“Well of course you did.”
“Don’t smile at me like I’m three years old and don’t know what I’m saying.”
“You might not be three, but somebody sold you a bad batch of acids.”
“I’m not a druggy, either.”
“Ah. An eyeroll. Cute.”
“Slow down, for heaven’s sake!”
“If you wanna keep up, speed up.”
“Where are we going?”
“Away from this shady area. I’d rather not get mugged and I’m not exactly popular around here.”
“Because of the werewolf who was out when it’s not a full moon and it’s broad stinking daylight? Don’t give me that look, you know what I’m talking about.”
“Werewolf’s don’t exist and, if they did, they wouldn’t be out right now. Ah, here we are—step in quickly please.”
“Why are we in this creepy building? There’s so much dust in here I think I’m gonna choke. Are there any lights in here? It’s dark as—Ow! What did you stab me in the arm with that syringe for?!”
“Well that’s weird…”
“Well duh! Forget Me juice doesn’t work on me. I’m Gifted too, idiot.”
“Lemme guess, your weakness is werewolves? That makes sense. Sorry about the stabby stabby. Just a precaution.”
“Precaution for what?! It’s gonna take a lot more than that to stick me in a suggestible state and tell me everything was a dream, ya nube.”
“Noted.”
“Who are you?”
“Illegal, like you. Paranormal Gifted rating 7. How ’bout you?”
“6.”
“So you’re technically a witch.”
“I prefer the term Paranormal Energy Harnesser, but whatever floats your boat. Why are you staring at me like that?”
“First off, that’s a stupid title, and secondly, I may need your help. Come with me—there’s some people you need to meet.”
“Who?”
“A rated 9.”
“Wait, Diviners are real?!”
“Duh. You just saw a daylight werewolf—a Diviner isn’t that big of a stretch. Wow are you ever slow. Don’t smack me, ya stupid witch.”