October was sipping coffee at a Starbucks in San Fransisco. He sat looking deep in thought as people passed by him. It was 9:30 pm, sometime in December. It was cold and dark, but he didn't mind it. Every few seconds he would take his pencil and apply it to the drawing paper in which was kept in a drawing pad. He was drawing faces, with names. He was working on a person named Kate, beside her face under her name he wrote Bleeder, in cursive, and under that was a drawing of a Lilly. He put both of his fingers on his temples. He was a psychic known as a Watcher, all he could remember was taking a drug that enhanced his powers, and they did. His visions were more vivid, sometimes he was able to actually be inside his vision to get a better understanding of the surroundings. He could extend his visions from hours to days, and even years. His visions were based on decisions, because of this, the future is always changing.

He saw himself sitting at the Starbucks drawing, the time was 9:32pm, and before he could put his pencil back to the paper a black Convertible pulled up next to him, and too men got out the car and pulled him in. He tried to kick and fight but one of them made him look into his eyes, and he was paralyzed. Then they took him away. October took himself out of the vision and looked at the time. The clock inside the Starbucks went from 9:31 pm to 9:32 pm. October gasped, grabbing his drawing pad and begun to run down the street trying to dodge people as he ran. He looked back, and he could see the black Convertible drive down the road. October ran down a nearby alleyway, until he reached a dead end. He looked behind him and saw the crowd of people walking on the sidewalk as he was in the empty alleyway. He placed his fingers on his temples and closed his eyes again. After a couple seconds he hid behind a dumpster. Just as he did the two men ran down the alleyway.

"I thought I saw him run down this way! The Sniff said he would be here!" One of them said, their run turned into a walk, they were about to pass the dumpster, until the hear the Convertible alarm go off."Damn kids! Don't they know not to mess with things that don't belong to them!?" The other one cried as they ran back towards the sidewalk as fast as they could.

October let out a sigh of relief as he went crashing down on the cold damp rocky alleyway. He wiped his face with his hands and waited for two minutes, when he knew they were gone. Then he walked back toward the sidewalk, where he would begin his search for the people who were going to save his life.

'Keep moving..' Kate ran threw the crowd of people. She was trying to loose the two men following her, they had found her at the small apartment she had been sleeping in. She glanced behind her and saw two of the guys still following her, and getting closer. She darted down a side street, it had rained recently, splashing water up as she ran thru a puddle she heard the men behind her yell something. There was a fence across the alley she was running down, jumping she grabbed the top and started going over, a strong hand grabbed her ankle, one of the man laughed. "Gotcha " he growled as he started pull her back down, Kate brought her other foot down on his face, causing him to let go of her foot.

She dropped to the groundon the other side of the fence and turned to face the two men, "See ya boys!" she called, then turning to keep running. Not looking where she was going she ran right into another man in a black suit. He was a foot taller than herald twice as wide, before she had Time to react he had picked her up by her throat and slammed her into the brick wall of a building. She imediatly shut her eyes, knowing what these guys were capable of. "Thought you could run did you?" the man pinning her to the wall asked, though she couldn't see it he had a wicked smile on his face. "Let me go!" she yelled as she kicked him hard in the shin.

"Why don't you open you eyes for me? He asked tightening his grip on her throat, "And it won't be as painful" Kate smirked, "When will You learn that is not the right thing to ask ME!" she opened her eyes, and the man gasped, her pupils had turns into little slits, Kate took a deep breath and just screamed. The three men tried to cover their ears but they were not fast enough, the vibrations started to break blood vassals almost instantly. First nose bleeds, then the eyes become red, Kate kept the scream going till all men lay Motionless on the ground. Blood slowly starting to pool under them.

Her heart was pounding, taking several deep breaths she pushed off the wall she had leaned against, she stepped over one of the bodies as she started walking out of the alley. Not really caring who found the bodies covered in blood. Stepping back out into the street she looked up at the night sky, she had people to find. And not much time to do it.

Relena walked hesitantly down the street, it was to quiet and to deserted for her taste. Hearing a click behind her, she spun around just in time to put up a shield, stopping what looked like a tranquilizer dart just in time. Keeping her hands up, she tried to run backwards and keep the shield intact; ducking beside a dumpster to survey her surroundings. “No sense in hiding, we will find you or draw you out one way or another.” One of the men chasing her said. Turning her head slightly Relena ‘moved' the benches across the street towards the man’s voice. “Fat chance! You guys have been a pain in my tail ever since I woke up! So either tell me what’s going on or back off!” With another good shove on the dumpster itself this time, she ran further down the street towards the sounds of people. If she could make it out there, those idiots couldn’t be shooting off at random and she could just disappear in the crowd. Hearing the click again, she spun around as a wide range of tranquilizers flew at her. Ready to make another run for it, her attention was brought to a little girl standing behind her with a terrified look on her face. “Hey kid! Get out of here! Scram!” Without having a chance to think, she heard the same clicks and orders to not leave witnesses.

Dropping her shield and running for the girl, she tackled her and closed her eyes waiting for contact with the ground…only to hit it with nothing but air in her arms. “Shadow.” Cursing herself for falling for an illusion, Relena made a last resort decision after realizing she wouldn’t make it to the crowd in time. Concentrating on another bench, it soon found itself relocated as it was thrown through a shop window with her following close behind. Without stopping, Relena tore through the store and out the back door to, thank goodness, the sounds of people and cars. With the men finally out of sight, the stabbing pain in her arm started after the adrenalin rush went down. After her escapade with the window, she had landed among the glass and embedded a piece in her arm. Not trusting to pull it out on her own, she “borrowed” a jacket off the back of someone’s café chair and slung it over her arm. “Guess that leaves only one thing to do. Time to visit this witch I heard of.”

Finding herself in a once again abandoned street, Relena walked towards a rundown looking residents with the address she was looking for. If the word on the street was correct, this person should be a stitch. If not, then she was in deeper trouble than she woke up in. With a shaky laugh, she knocked on the door.

Cassidy jerked her head up from the magazine she was reading to a knock at the door. It was either trouble or another moocher looking for a free stitch. She hadn’t been here long but she already had a reputation, one for being a bitch, and two…she’d given a couple of free stitches to people in trouble. It was stupid and she knew it was, it had blown her cover but she found it impossible to leave anyone injured knowing she could do something. However, she’d learned her lesson and found this old shack to hold up in. So far no one had come and she assumed she had hidden herself well, apparently not.

With a loud sigh, she grabbed a cigarette, lit it, and then made her way to the door. Tossing it open, she automatically glared at the girl on her doorstep, trying her best to ignore the obvious blood on her arm. Yep, another mooch it seemed. “What the hell do you want?” She hissed towards the stranger, taking a drag and blowing the smoke in her direction. The best way she found to keep people away from her and uninterested in why she was here was to be cruel.

London Wine Bar, San Fransisco 15 December 2010 | 22:00
“I swear…I was sent to pick up something. I would rather die than tell you my master’s name!”
Kendall’s expression darkened as he stared down at the drunken bastard who moments ago was about to shoot him down. Tapping the man’s shoulder with his foot, he lowered it back onto the black top, stepped back, never breaking eye-contact.

“If that’s the case. Then forget this ever happened.”
The pupils of the pusher’s cobalt eyes, dilated to a certain degree; until they were half-way black. Kendall probed a fabricated memory into the man’s mind: You spent the entire hour drinking until you were buzzed and got jumped by a stranger, who robbed you fifty.

The man looked bewildered as this took affect into his dull brain, blinking lightly; he fell back against the brick wall, scared to death. He watched as the other walked away, wondering to himself if that very person had robbed him.
Kendall smirked as he turned into the street, but the smile failed to reach his coffee colored eyes which had immediately turned normal after the push. Crossing the street, he headed toward home, having failed at finding the Watcher again.
Earlier, in the day, Kendall had found a letter in the pocket of his coat, with no return address. Opening this said letter, thinking it was a stupid chain letter, he was surprised to read that it was a message, one that he had to decode. The only message it contained was:

Art is everywhere, open your eyes. Smell the coffee.

This was the seconed message he had gotten attatched to a balloon that was handed to him by a neighborhood kid one day in the park, a couple of weeks ago. They were the first of many messages to come that had arrived in delicate, claret envelopes appearing in the most arbitrary of places. This letter told him about a Watcher, one that needed his help and that it was urgent. Well, it seemed that way, the message was stressing how important it was that he met up with this person. However, these things were vague and not very helpful. How was he to know who could be a Watcher? It could be anyone?

But, he figured that he had to not just decode the message and read it, but decypher the message, within the message. For the next one he would find would be tucked within the pages of a magazine, in a news stand. The one he would stop by, pick up the same magazine, flip through it only to return it when he was done looking at it. Kendall had a stalker on his hands, too bad the person was closer to him then he’d ever know, and the one he’d never suspect.

October managed to make it to somewhere he could call 'Safe'. He found himself always one step ahead of the Divisions Watchers, but he knew there was a good Sniff hot on their trail. A Sniff that survived the Drug. He was in a small Chinese restaurant in Chinatown. It was 11:42pm now, and most of the shops and places were closed. Luckily, this one was 24 hour. October found himself a small table in the back. When the waitress arrived he asked for a 'green tea'. There were a few things that could make his visions more crisp. Unfortunately green tea wasn't one of them. The faster his heart rate, the more detailed his visions were. Since the drug ran through his blood, the thought this too be a pretty accurate accusation.

He took his drawing pad from his back pocket out, and his pencil into his left hand. He stared at the paper, and sighed."Your tea ,sir." The waitress said with a strong accent. October quickly looked up at her."Thank you." He said softly, with his bright voice. He sipped it slowly, it was hot and almost burned his tongue. He closed his eyes and let the visions come too him...He saw the mover fighting off Division, she made contact with the Stitch. This made him smile. He opened his eyes and began to draw them meeting each other. But then another vision came...The time in his vision was 12 o'clock am. They were speaking to each other, when all of a sudden a division agents, barging into the Stitches home. They got caught. October exited his vision and gasped. Luckily he knew the area in which they were in. He quickly took his drawing pad and pencil, and ran out the restaurant.

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11:57pm. He saw them both, they only just started to speak to each other, the Mover didn't even make it through the door yet."Wait," October cried out running towards them, he begun to pace, trying to catch his breath,"Don't...go through...that door. We got to go!" October said quickly."Division will be here in 3 minutes. October looked to Cassidy as though he just had a vision about her,"Cassidy, don't do what you plan on doing Missy! I know you all are fighters, but not I!" October looked at his watch,"Now we have 2 minutes!"

Kendall's Flat, San Fransisco 16 December 2010 | 00:00

"..."

Another one, falling as if from the sky, Kendall reached up and caught it. Opening it up as he paused right in front of his apartment building it was quite simple to read, no decding necessary: Run!

Alarmed, Kendall turned to look around, in time to see a black car speeding from across the street. Heading toward him, the Division! Dropping the envelope, the pusher would start running, not sure where to go, but trying to distance himself from his persuers.

Relena turned her head slightly to the side with a glare as the smoke came her way. “Heard a blonde witch lived here who loved stitches. Seemed like a pretty handy hobby right about now to me.” Removing the bloody jacket from her arm, she revealed the imbedded glass. “I didn’t dare pull it out myself. I’ve never been much into patching up. I just move things to live.” Hopeing she may catch the hint, Relena cocked her head to the side at some teen yelling at them to wait. “Some fan base you’ve got going here…”

Hearing the words Division leave his mouth, followed by the name Cassidy, her adrenalin started to pick back up. That name, it was one of the names she found written on her arm when she woke up…and this kid, he knew about the Division and said they're coming here. “Hold up, your name’s Cassidy?!?” Quickly putting two and two together as the same boy talk about knowing them and them having 2 min., she figured he must be a Watcher. “We gotta go. NOW!” Grabbing Cassidy’s hand with her good arm, she yanked her out of the door way and moved the door to slam shut behind them. “Pick it up kid! I’m not getting banged up over another young one!” Running down the street with still dragging the Stitch along, she still looked behind her to make sure the Watcher would catch up quickly.

Cassidy sighed as the woman pulled her jacket off revealing her injury. Yep, just what she thought, someone else looking for a free fix up. Well, it wasn't gonna happen this time! As soon as she thought this a kid came running up towards them yelling for them to run. He knew about the division and her name, which also seemed to interest the woman. What the hell was she being stalked all around?! "How do you know my name and who the hell are you callin missy?!" She glared at the sudden boy, making a decision she wasn't going to leave to follow some random punk! However, it seemed the choice was out of her hands when the woman yanked her along. "Hey! Let go of me! Dammit I'm capable of running myself!" Jesus, this better not be some trick and what was the kid talking about not doing what she was thinking about doing?! It then hit her, he knew about the division, her name and apparently her actions, he must be a watcher. The mooch on her porch knew her name and about the division as well, she must have something special about her too. That was all it took to convince her and she yanked her arm free of the woman's grasp, keeping pace with them herself. Run now, ask questions later was always the best policy.

October ran after them,"Kid!?" He yelled after them," I'm not a kid! I turned 16 two weeks ago!" October turned around knowing this didn't help his case. He saw Division turn the corner just as they left the street. October begun to run faster."So you already know I'm a Watcher? Thats good. You're Relena, you're a Mover. Cassidy, Stitch. All I know so far is that we survived some sort of drug. There are two others. Kate, She's a Bleeder with tattoos and Kendall-" October stopped and put his fingers at his temples. He saw Kendall running from a black car,"Whose in trouble, he isn't too far from here. Hes a Pusher." Octobers voice changed when he talked about Kendall, as though there was something he was trying to hide. October cut a corner."This way hurry!"

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He saw the Pusher after going through a couple back ways to an apartment building, He opened a back gate and looked for the Pusher."Kendall!" He yelled loudly getting his attention,"This way!" He nudged his head back the way he came from passing Cassidy and Relena,"There isn't much time. Follow me!"

October ran through the traffic, cars honking at him. He managed to get to the other side of the road, there was a tourist boat passed the park. After 12am was free rides. He raced onto the boat, passing the tour guide."Welcome aboard-" The woman tried to say with a smile."Not now," October said softly. He waited on the boat for the others, crashing to the ground from exhaustion. October had a vision about this boat a while back. This is the boat where they would all come together. Finally.

Tourist Boat, San Fransisco 16 December 2010 | 00:15

Not bothering to ask questions, Kendall ran like hell, following the others as they ran through traffic, making it to a tourist boat. Once he stepped foot into it the pusher glanced back, as everyone else followed after.

"You're...the watcher...wow."

He was now staring at the kid who was catching his breath, lying on the floor. He too was a bit breathless, the running felt like a deja vu, except the situation was different in a way. Shaking that memory out of his head, instead focusing now at the young boy in front of him the pusher asked him of what he knew about the division. And if they had a plan.

Relena glanced at Cassidy complaining about running on her own, and then looked behind her completely with a cocked eyebrow at the boy stating he just turned 16. “My point exactly kid!” she called back. Listing to him explain about the other’s quickly, she furrowed her eyebrows and followed him. Slowing as he called out to Kendal, she picked up the pace behind the two. With the Watcher out of sight as he crossed traffic, she stuck close to Kendal hoping he could still see the kid while she made sure Cassidy was still following.

Heart racing as she finally saw their destination of a tourist boat, she picked up speed with the last of her adrenalin rush and practically jumped onto the boat and flopped down in to a seat. Trying to catch her breath with heavy gasps, she stared at the Watcher on the floor. “Okay…so..you know me…and you mention ..the ..other’s names…” Taking a deep breath, she finally got her heart beat down to half way normal. “So that just leaves one name left on my little list. You must be October then.” With the last bit of adrenalin out of her system, she suddenly felt dizzy and lowered her head to her lap. She had been running this entire time and forgot about her arm which was still bleeding. There was no telling how much blood she might have slowly lost since she first got the blasted glass in her arm, but she was sure the adrenalin pumping extra blood through her didn’t help one bit.

Cassidy kept close and was skeptical about slowing down to get this Kendall character to follow along. It didn't take long for their new addition to follow them through traffic which brought many colorful words from Cassidy's mouth as she danced about the cars trying to avoid them. Luckily, she made it past and took a running leap into the boat and just like the others, panted tiredly. The mooch from earlier spoke and apparently she had everyone's name written on her wrist. This was just getting weirder and weirder by the minute. Her eyes traveled back to Relena as she put her head in her lap, oh yea that's right, she had a wound. "Hold still." Cassidy took hold of the glass and yanked it out of her arm roughly. Tossing the offending shard over the boat, she then pressed her hand to the wound, it would burn but within a few minutes she pulled back and her skin was completely healed. The only clues that she had been injured was the blood stained around the past laceration. "Now that that is taken care of and we all seem to know each others names. What...the HELL is going on? How do YOU and YOU know my name?" She asked pointing to October then Relena as she specified the you's.

Tourist Boat, San Fransisco 16 December 2010 | 00:20

Glancing at the purple haired girl, Kendall realized she was hurt, and he felt a shudder run through him at the sight of her blood which was gushing from her arm. It formulated a memory in his mind, from a not too distant past, one he wished he could make himself forget if he had the power to. He wondered which of the people here was a Stitch, knowing that it would help to heal her wound. If there was none present, he would ask her permission to help her. The thought was short lived however when the lady, Cassidy approached Relena and did her thing.

But at the mean time, he leveled his gaze back at the boy, now sure that he really was the Watcher. The pusher thought inwardly to himself how crazy and messed up the day turned out to be. At least they had escaped, that was a good thing, right?

He raised his brows at her question, not sure himself for an answer, so he leaned back against the boat's pillar support as it started moving.

"He's a watcher, he's supposed to know."

It was a thought that left him as soon as he well, thought it. The pusher divided his gaze from October to Relena, then shrugged.

"See San Fransico in lights!" a man yelled holding out flyers for a ferry than showed people the sights of the city, it was Christmas time so many of the building had lights on then, "Fun for the whole family!" he yelled again, Kate took a flyer, and just glanced down at it. "Next boat arrives in five minutes," he said as she walked past. So far no men in black suites or people with freaky eyes had been following her Kate looked around her as she crossed the street to the ferry pier.

There were a few people milling around, mainly couples and parents with kids, no one who looked suspicious. 'Then why am I here' she wondered looking out over the water. She pulley up the sleeve of her shirt and looked at the names still on her arm; October, Kendall... All supposed names of people who she felt the need to find. A kid started yelling when he saw the ferry approaching, Kate jumped, expecting trouble but all she saw was a happy kid excited for a ferry ride. Why the hell was a kid doing out so late anyway? Kate roles her eyes and looked back out to the water.

Kate hated boats, she hated small spaces. And a boat was a small space, surrounded by cold water, another thing she hated. She listened as the people exited the ferry, and as the intercom system announced another boarding. She leaned against the railing and scanned the crowd, not knowing who the person she was looking for looked like. After a few
Minutes she decided to give up, shoving her hands in her pockets she started walking away from the Ferry.

Kate was just walking past October to leave the boat, when he reached out to get her arm from her pocket. He used her to pull himself up off the floor of the boat. The boat honked, meaning it was time to sail."Just in time. Just as suspected." October said regaining his breath, his eyes moved from psychic to psychic, he smiled,"This is just how I visioned it,"He stopped and looked at Relena,"Yes my name is October," Then he looked at Kendall, he smiled,"And yes I am a Watcher, Kendall." October looked at Kate,"Don't panic, I know about your fear about small spaces. But we don't want you killing anybody by screaming on this boat, do we?" October smiled at her. He looked at the pier which the boat just left from, he could see Sniffs running at the edge of it. They were too late.

"There is a small restaurant downstairs, we will beat the traffic of people if we go now." October couldn't help but to smile as he turned around and begun to lead the way to the restaurant downstairs."This might help your fears a little Kate, just imagine a whole world outside these walls. The restaurant was rather fancy. Every table had a candle in the middle of it, with marble tables and a rows of small chandeliers dangling from the top of every table, even though the light was so dim it gave a beautiful glow.

"I'm sorry everything is happening so fast, I promise we are safe for now." He sat down at a five seated table."Don't worry about the money, you'd be surprised how much a Watcher can find just laying around." October folded his legs in the seat and took out his drawing pad from his back pocket, placing it on the table."The future is always changing, I base my visions off of decisions. Me just talking about the future can change it,"He flipped through the the pages, all of them had their own page with their classifications and personal differences,"You might have already figured out Division is hot on our trail. We survived a psychic enhancing drug, we are all significantly more powerful then other second generation psychics. For us the Future isn't looking to hot though,"He looked at Kendall, but shook his head,"Any as long as we stay together for now, things should be fine, but with Division Watcher and Sniffs looking for us, things might change when we get off of the boat."

Kate just looked at him, then to the to the others who stood around him, she pulled her arm from his grasp and took a small step back. She started to speak when she realized he was a watcher, and the others must be psychic too. She looked back to the dock and could see a few figures in black suits standing around. So so did have someone watching her, watching them. Kate followed the group downstairs, entering the restaurant she smiled and the scent of warm food. It had been a while since she had eaten, she sat down at the table with everyone else.

When October pulled out his drawing pad she leaned over and looked at what he drew, "Your good..." she listened as he spoke about Division, he was obvious a watcher, he had a decent drawing of her, and even had a good sketch of the Lily on her back. "How are we going to be fine when our future doesn't look so good," she paused and looked at everyone again before continuing, "How do I know I can trust you, for all I know anyone of us could be working for Division," she leaned back in her chair.

So, the kid was a watcher and from the look of the figures in black at the edge of the pier he had just saved her life. She had no idea what was going on but she knew those characters were no good. Another woman was added to their group and soon they found themselves in a beautiful restaurant. Quite the switch from running for your life to sitting in a fancy eating place.

Cassidy leaned back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest as she listened to the kid, October, speak. Their newest member brought up a very good point. "I completely agree with chickadee here, how are we suppose to trust each other. Besides, why did you want to find us all so bad is this suppose to be like power in numbers or something? What exactly is the plan behind all of this?"

Relena mumbled a quick thanks to Cassidy and watched the others as the final person showed up. Rising from her seat slowly to make sure she still wasn’t dizzy, she followed everyone downstairs into the restaurant and listened to the Watcher. With a look at their surroundings and the mess her arm was in despite being healed, that was obviously going to attract too much attention. Rising from her chair, she addressed the other two women “Maybe the future isn’t looking that great now, but it’s not set in stone.” Then she turned to October “Don’t tell too much without me kid, I’ll be right back.” Heading back out the door, she turned down a hall and into a bathroom she had seen as they headed to the restaurant.

With the water running in the sink, Relena scrubbed at the blood remaining from the earlier wound. Satisfied that she got the last visible remains, she headed to a stall to change. She had kept her long sleeve shirt tied around her waist in the warmer weather during the day, so it had survived from being stained; changing into it then putting the short sleeve black top back on over it, she took one final look in the mirror and returned to the table with everyone.

“Ok Miss Witch,” she addressed Cassidy,” To answer your previous question, I didn’t know your name. I just knew OF the name.” Pulling up her sleeve, she revealed the names of everyone written down on it. “No idea how they got there, I just woke up in a random place with them and no clue what happened.” With the sleeve back in its place, she had a few questions for the Wacher. “I was hoping you could explain that one. I’m guessing now it has to do with this experiment thing, which would also explain why I can actually keep a shield held up for long periods of time now.” Leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms she looked at the others then back, “And what happens if they do catch us?”

"Like Relena said, the future is always changing, just by me talking about it, will change it. I will try to give my 2 cents with my visions, and you guys are each exceptionally strong. Strong enough to fight back almost any division member, it's just,"October tried not to look them in the face,"One of us runs away,"He paused, he turned to another page,"and if that happened," He showed them the drawing, it was of each of them, laying on a bed strapped down, with some sort of machine draining them of their blood,"We die, and not only we die, but out deaths, murders countless of innocent lives. We are the only psychics to take the drug successfully, and not die or become poisoned,"October looked down,"and I thought maybe if I ensured we stayed together that wouldn't happen. I keep getting this vision of a place in Canada, which doesn't have a division sector, that is our best bet for now. I would say we travel by air, but airports are closely watched for immigrating psychics."

"Think about what you want to order, the waiter is about to serve us,"He turned to Cassidy,"I took the liberty in seating us in the smoking section, I know you might have appreciated that."

"Hello and welcome to Diner on the Water,"A tall bald man said as he stood in front of the table,"My name is Tom, what can I get for you today? Food? Drinks,"He looked towards October,"a kids menu?" October frowned when he realized that was being directed towards him.

"I'm sixteen." October said trying not to get upset.

"Yeah whatever kid. So what will it be?" The waiter said finally. October sighed, then looked through the menu on the marble table."I'll have the strawberry lemonade, and a bowl of spaghetti." October said, as the man wrote down his order.

"One of us leaves, we all die.." Kate glanced down at the drawing, safety in numbers, she didn't even know these people, except for the fact she had their names on her arm. "So your visions showed is getting caught, but now that you have told us about it the future has changed, so that might not happen now," Likey story, Watchers could see things that no one knew were coming, when they say something would happen it most likely did, one way or another.

Kate glanced down at the menu infront of her as the waiter walked up, after October ordered she looked up, "I'll take the grilled shrimp salad, and a Sprite," the man nodded and scribbled on his pad. After everyone else ordered she spoke again, "They sent three agents after me tonight, normally it's just one or two. They know we are stronger," by they she meant Division.

He held the scrap of fabric between his fingers; he could see everywhere she had gone, what she had touched, who she had spoken to. All people he did not care about. He didn’t want any human being he wanted the special ones. Ethan brought the scrap of jean up to his nose and inhaled, she was one of the ones he was looking for. He looked down at the dead agents laying in blood, ‘Bleeder,’ he thought, touching the wall beside him, he could see her walking down the street, she was looking around, the girl was defiantly a cautious one.

He rubbed the small piece of fabric, she had torn her jeans while climbing the fence, and leaving him a small enough scrap to get a hint of her, placing the scrap into his pocket he headed towards the street. The girl had gone to the pier, he saw several other Division agents standing around, having lost the others they were following, looking at a nearby sign he saw that the ferry would be coming back to this pier till tomorrow. He frowned, not happy that they had “gotten away”. Taking his gaze from he dark water he headed back to the street and his waiting car.

Tomorrow was another day, another chance.

Tourist Boat (Diner on the Water), San Fransisco 16 December 2010 | 00:35


Kendall remained silent when October had pulled in a new one and welcomed her to the team, if it was one. As everyone followed him to the restaurant, the pusher would linger a bit, his brown hues watching the fellow Division men pausing at the dock. He knew this wasn't the last time they'd cross paths. 

Once reaching the booth with the whole gang, Kendall would look intently at the boy's sketch pad, studying the images of a a yet uncertain future. Diverting his gaze to October, he asked  him if whatever he actually drew ever came true? And if so, did attempting to stop it work? If not then how sure could he be that this plan would actually work?

"I don't think there is one future, I think there are many. Everyone makes their own futures simply by the decisions they make. Do you really believe that the inevitable could be altered? Do you think this very meeting was inevitable? I know I'll do my best not to change this future, the one that I wish for. Freedom."

His eyes scanned the many faces seated before him, he had been too stressed to even think of sitting down to eat a meal, he hadn't in a while and even now, his nerves were too stretched; tight like piano wire to just sit there and eat and not worry. He stood next to the booth, nearest the watcher, just looking over his shoulder at the pad, but he wouldn't sit down, he didn't order anything except a glass of water. 

"And I hope to whatever God up there that no one here dares to change that future by up and leaving... I wouldn't want to play puppeteer master on anyone's mind and control them against their own will." His expression darkened as he stared hard at the image of himself: strapped onto a bed, chained to the life he tried so hard to escape from, possibly gone so far to reach his goal, only to get ripped away from that promising life and shoved back into that hell. That wasn't going to happen, if he were to get caught, they would have to pull him down swinging. This fight he was not going to give up. Not ever. 

"I'm not going back there, and I'm sure you wouldn't want to either. So why don't we all just decide right now who's playing what card. I only want one thing and it's to wake up one day without that fear of reaching for a knife to slit that Mr. Big Nose's face off."

By now his voice was breaking and he paused, barely keeping himself together. but he was strong, stronger than what people would give him credit for and he had put up with so much b.s.  He sure as hell didn't want to put up with it now again. And with a deep breath, he slowly continued, his voice softening as he peered at the others with a level of slight trust in his eyes, mixed with a sort of pleading within their amber depths. "I'm tired, guys. I'm tired of this running away, this life. This weight on my shoulders, man, I'm tired of it. I don't want to start off with this blind hope, this, this naive optimistic belief that we'll all make it out alive. Only to get my hopes shredded by whatever random and stupid decision one idiot makes. So what will it be?"

He waited. 

Cassidy froze just as she was about to light up a cigarette when October mentioned he had sat them in this section for her. "Oh, thanks kid." She said before lighting it quickly and placing the lighter back into her pocket. Thank God she always carried an extra pack with her in her pocket. With a sigh, she listened as October explained a general plan for them to follow and also the possiblity one of them might betray the group. She didn't know any of these people one bit but it seemed she was stuck with them. Even if she had no attachment to them she would never leave anyone behind, especially if this might be her once chance to permanently escape those division goons. However, she was starting to like this Relena character, the girl just earned a good bit or respect for calling her a witch.

Her eyes traveled up to the waiter and she handed him the menu. "Garden salad and a glass of water." She then turned back to October, catching a small glance at the pictures of their fate if one of them ran. These pictures and news apparently upset Kendall pretty bad because he wanted to know right there if any of them would play the card of coward. Exhaling a breath of smoke calmly, she looked towards Kendall before answering. "Well, I can tell you that you aren't the only one that's tired of runnin. I can also tell you I'd never tuck tail and leave anyone behind, even if it's a group of folks I know nothing about. If there's a chance we can all get away then count me in all the way. You don't have anything to worry about from me pretty boy." Her words might not have been the most polite or eloquent but her tone was complete honesty.

Relena stared at the drawing of them then just shook her head. There was no way she was going to let that happen to her, or anyone else. When it was her turn to order she glanced down the menu trying to find something to eat. Not being in the hungry mood, she knew she better fill up now especially after still being dizzy. “I’ll have the grilled chicken pilaf, extra rice, sweet tea, and…this!” Pointing at a picture with a chocolate cake, she couldn’t stop the bright smile. It had been a long time since she could sit long enough to enjoy an actual desert. Handing back the menu, she leaned back in her seat with the same calm expression returning to her face.

“Kendall, right? Look, I’ve gotta agree with Witch over here; we’ve all been running and I’m tired of it as well. If we have even a small break by staying together then I’m definitely all for it and not leaving. Besides, I don’t run with others left behind. Stupid perhaps of me, it’s how I got that wound earlier; but I don’t regret it. Also, if I’m going down; it’s going to be with a fight. And you better believe I’m taking quite a few Division down with me.” With a hint of a smirk, she wasn’t joking or putting on a front that she wouldn’t go quietly or run. She’d be going down with Division and whatever fool was stupid enough to cross her or a friend.