Snippet #2408174

Naomi was sitting at her small table with coffee and her food, and she felt it begin. The headache, the same one she always got. It happened every time she gave luck to a person, which proved to be problematic in most situations in which she wanted to help or get help. She had regained the losses when she gave to the guy in the Cadillac when she kissed him, but it didn't matter, the headache would always come. She took a small sip of her coffee and began to rub her temples. It wasn't too bad, sense it was only a small amount of luck, but she knew she would have to wait it out. She had figured out that Advil, Ibuprofen, and even Xanax had been ineffective in making her feel better. Only time would cure this ache.

Looking up, she noticed a few other people in the café. The man who looked like he hadn't showered in a week, a woman who seemed to be looking at the others, and finally a man with wings. That caught her eye. At first she thought they were some type of costume, but they seemed to move with him and react, so they must be like.... attached or something. She then wondered if she could grab any luck off of them, and then she wanted to get as much as possible, which lead her to think about having sex with the winged man. She shook it off, just another side effect of her luck. It was really like an addiction, complete with withdrawal and jonesing. Wasn't she lucky.

When the man appeared in the middle of the café, she looked at him. He seemed ruggedly handsome, and the sex fantasy came about him as well. She listened to him, despite the panging in her head, and one thing caught her attention above all else. "Should you accept our offer— should you seek out this refuge— our terms will be explained to you promptly. Should you refuse, you can expect either capture or death to find you within the week. Though we may not know what makes you such a viable target, we know that those hunting you are both capable and willing to do anything they need to get what they want. They're good at what they do. You're perfectly welcome to refuse and leave yourself, your family, and those you love in danger. If you aren't, however, I'll be awaiting your answer."

Her family was under a threat. She had left them to make sure they wouldn't get hurt by her ability, but they were under threat just for being related? This made her extremely angry, and wanted whoever shot at her to be hit by a bus. The man suddenly disappeared, leaving only a small girl, an odd choice considering they all had a... power, or something, and she could be at risk. The winged man walked up to the girl and accepted. That seemed odd to her, she had a ton of questions, least of which who the hell were they.

She got up from her seat, leaving her coffee, and began to click clack her way over, due to her heels on the hardwood floors, another feature of an expensive café. She stood beside the winged man, and fought to not touch his wing, to get some luck off of him, better him than the girl.

"I'll accept this refuge you speak of, but I have questions that need answers." She said, and then leaned down like the man, "First off, who the hell are you?"