“Woah!” I exclaimed asI watched Vivi be carried up by the wind. “Did you already know you could do that?” Vivi looked at me with an impish grin on her face. “Maybe, maybe not.” I rolled my eyes at her. “Humph. Probably been practicing every day, have you?”
Vivi smiled a sly grin. “Not fair. I got mine today!” I protested. “And it shows.” Vivi smirked. “Now c'mon, gotta get to New York before it’s too late!”
As the wind swept me up, obeying Vivi’s every command, I turned to contemplate her words. ‘Before it’s too late.’ What if it was too late? What if- whatever we had our powers for- was already done, and our side had lost? What if- I shook my head, trying to get rid of the pessimistic thoughts.
“You ok?” Vivi asked as she reclined in the air. “Yup” I responded, thinking Vivi was too young to be troubled by my worries. But then I changed my mind. We were a team, and whatever our problems were, we faced them together.
“Actually, no. I’m not. I’m worried. What if it IS too late? What if all hope is lost? We can’t just sit around, playing games! This is real, it’s not a game!” Vivi’s grin disappeared. “I never said it was, ok?” She landed and started walking towards a bus stop.
“Where are you going?” I asked her. “Welcome to New York.” Vivi said, her grin coming back even brighter than before. I understood and started following her to the bus stop.
Sitting in the shade of the structure, I took out my phone and went to the page the names were on. “John Walker. This is his address,” I said, pointing to the screen. Vivi produced a map of the bus route. “So, if we get off at this station, we wou;d only have to walk a block.” she said, tracing the route with her finger.
Just then, a bus puled up next to the station. “Got any money?” Vivi asked me. I counted the money in my pocket. “Just enough.” I responded. We hopped on the bus.
We came to the bus stop closest to John’s house. I stepped down and turned around, waiting for Vivi. She rolled her eyes and jumped off. As soon as her feet hit the ground, a fire truck zoomed past us, the sirens still ringing in our ears after it left. I checked my phone and, sure enough, we were heading the same way. I nodded at Vivi and she immediately understood.
We ran down the street, following the fire truck. There, in the street, was a boy of about 15, staring at a house that was rapidly burning down, stopping once in a while to inspect his hands. Viviane and I jogged up to him, and turned around as Vivi tapped his shoulder. He gave me a puzzled look.
I put my hand out, palm up, and quickly conjured up a ball of water, taking it from a nearby stream. Vivi did her thing with the autumn leaves again, and we both grabbed the boy by the arms and Vivi lifted us up with the wind. We both knew that, when we got away from the authorities, we would have a lot to explain.