<span style="font-style: italic">There are few in the world that have special powers. 	They are hidden, and hunted like sheep. Used as weapons for war. Out of the millions and millions on earth only a half of one million people  are considered special. Of these half only a half are actually special in terms of powers. These powers are said to be chosen from the gods, and passed down throughout generation and generation. But never do two people have the same power. It is forbidden. <br/> <br/>	Over time these numbers drastically dropped as people with these powers were called witches, and warlocks. After the witch trials passed the number was lets say almost non existent. However, had these chosen realized what they were truly meant forâ€¦things could of been different. But the American government is on the run to find these people and test them, and use them as weapons. Those that are useless will be shot and killed. The hunt is onâ€¦the kills are numbered. Do you think you can survive? </span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">D' you breathe the name of your saviour in your hour of need,</span><br/><br/>The alleyway was dark from the tall brick buildings that surrounded it. The sound of the bustling traffic at midnight seemed to ease the darkness. Silver light shined from the high moon that was full. "Now , you will tell me who you are working for." Spoke a female voice that was just a shadow in the alleyway. Her form was young, and she already knew the answer to which she had asked.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"There is no need for me to fucking have to tell you shit. You little fucking BITCH!!!!" </span>Screamed a man who was kneeling on the dirt , and starring at the brick wall in front of him. Without an answer from the women there was an echo of a gun shot. The man fell face first. The bullet seeming to engrave itself in the wall. Blood dripped from the wound onto the cold dirt floor. Not a person called 911. Or even bothered to look. The women walked out of the alleyway looking perfectly normal, and blending with the world around her.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">And taste the blame if the flavor should remind you of greed?<br/></span><br/>"Maâ€™am do you want coffee with your waffles?" Carlithia asked. As thoughts whirled through her head that didnâ€™t belong to her.<span style="font-style: italic"> Fuck the asshole who ripped me off last night, he was better off deadâ€¦I would really like my foodâ€¦the kids better have fucking taken out the dog,</span>She sifted through the thoughts knowing who was thinking what since  crow streak restaurant never had anyone new enter the place. It was the same old people everyday. She placed a tan hand on her apron trying to make herself patient. It would be weird for her to ask a question like this and just turn around before the person answered. No one knew she could read minds. Or that she was different.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Could I get a shot of expresso  in my French vanilla coffee?"</span>The old lady asked. She hated to pry but sometimes it just happened.<span style="font-style: italic"> I hope my son will make it through the army. </span><br/><br/>She walked past the tables that were decorated with red sheets, and had red oak chairs. At last sifting through the customers towards the front counter where the kitchen is. She slammed her hands on the table. "Derrick shoot me up some strawberry waffles, and a French vanilla coffee  with extra expresso."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Darling thatâ€™ll be right up in a few."</span>The cook yelled from inside the steaming kitchen.<span style="font-style: italic">I wish to tap that ass.</span><br/><br/>"Right." She swung around to lean against the desk. This would be her last order before she had to go to the veterinarian hospital. She ignored the little part of her that wanted to quit because of what the chief wants to do to her. The chief has never been told no by any of the waitresses before her. But lately she had said no to him way too many times. She didnâ€™t want to sleep with any of her coworkers. It would just make shit weird the next day. She heard the sound of the plate, and the cup being gently set onto to the table.  It was latisha as usual being silent and swift.  She never spoke a word but her mind said it all. Latisha was abused and yelled at every night. Honestly she felt staying to herself was best. Latisha had adopted this view based a little on Carlithia.<br/><br/>She picked up the cup, and plate and quickly made her way to the lady from earlier. Right before her entire world was about to be rocked. The bell rang that told all the waitressâ€™s and waiterâ€™s that a new person was in town. No one ever entered from the front entrance. Not the workers, nor any of the patrons. This was a first. She set the plate, and the cup on the  table. What a looser coming in through the front door. The lady thought. Carlithia almost growled at the lady. Almost forgetting that the ladyâ€™s son was in the army. "Oh yea itâ€™s on the house Hun." With that she turned to leave. She knocked right into the person. "Umm sorry?" She looked up quizzically. It was the first time she couldn't read someone's mind.