01/05/08

Shadow Walker

The only thing I could do was wave. I know that I looked liked a total spaz for waving my arm above my head in a very crowded art gala, but my body respond at the sight of him. He was so striking handsome it hurt. He was tall and dark all sorts of handsome dressed in a crisp black suit. As soon as his hazel eyes sighted of me and I could almost see faint lines of a smile appear on face as he made this way towards me.

“Lucy, you look wonderful tonight,” Thomas greeted me. He gave me light hug making sure not to mess up my hair that was pulled up in a nice tight elegant bun. I’m never this formal, but I went the whole nine yards all because Thomas told me that I needed to make a good impression on some important clients. I even went out and bought a new dress for this shin-dig, a nice bright purple one too. It’s an off the shoulder number that just seemed to scream to me from the department store rack to come and take away from the all the other boring dresses that seemed to be drowning its lustrous color from the world. Yet, after arriving I quickly realized that I had made a bad fashion choice as every other woman was wearing ether black or some other non-crazy color. I guess that’s what I get for not being born without a fashion sense, but I make up for it in my many other senses I guess.

“I need you to come and meet the people I was telling you about earlier,” Thomas quickly whispered into my ear. He placed an arm around my waist gently and ushered me through the crowd towards two people at the far end of the gala, a man and a woman. The man was short round faced with thinning brown hair and wore a pair of square framed glasses that hung off the end of his nose slightly. He was dressed very high style –like as his suite was a shinny shade of sliver with a pink shirt underneath. The woman on the other hand was very tall little taller than myself, short choppy blond hair cut in bob of some kind and to top it off she wore a slinky black skin tight dress that didn’t hang on a single ounce of fat on her.

“Thomas, where have you been?” The woman demanded. She placed a hand on her hip, taking an elegant sip from her martini. Her cold blue eyes narrowing in on me are seeming scrutinizing every one of my visible flaws.

“I had to go find Lucy here,” Thomas told her with a gentle smile.

“Oh, so you’re the Lucy, we’ve been hearing so much about?” The man asked. He scooted his glasses up his noise to get a better look at me. The way his eyes moved a crossed me made my skin crawl.

“Yes…I guess,” I answered tentatively, not sure how much about how much myself I wanted to reveal to them.

“Lucy, this is Marcy Chaplin, and Darla Cole,” Thomas introduced the two who didn’t even extend a hand toward me. They just stood staring at me with their eyebrows raised and I could tell they were skeptical about me already. Great, another batch of clients I have to win over.

“I expected you to be taller and…. more muscular,” Marcy said to me. He cocked his head to side checking me out from all angles as if see something he missed at first glance.

“Yeah, you don’t look like much,” Darla added bluntly.

“Well, then, I guess my reputation seems to proceeded me,” I said a through gritted teeth. I couldn’t say that there words didn’t hurt, which they did, but I decided to let the comments slide this time. I knew that I looked normal, but come on.

“Is she up for the job?” Marcy asked looking at Thomas and not at me.

“Oh, she is and I give my full confidence in her and her abilities to complete this job,” Thomas said defensively and pulled me a little closer.

“She better,” Darla smirked, taking another sip from her martini.

Twenty minutes later I found myself in a back room far away from the crowds sitting on a bench rubbing my swore ankles. I knew that I should have worn more comfortable shoes for this job, but that’s what I get for trying to impress a people who didn’t even really care about me. I took off the painfully tight shoes and placed them underneath the bench, I would just have to come back for them later on.

I stood up and looked up to double check where the cameras were located in the hallway. There were two, but both were pointed down the direction she was about to head and wouldn’t be able to see what she was about to do. I glace one last glance down the hallway and no one was coming my way before I turned myself invisible. Yes, invisible, as in not being able to see me with the naked eye type of deal. As to how I am able to do this I have always have the ability sense I was a very young child. Playing hid and seek as a kid took on a whole new meaning for me is all I can say.

I cracked my neck side to side working some quick kinks out as I closed my eyes to concentrate. I focus mind my on something that got my blood pumping in order for me to active my ability, which wasn’t much seeing as I had enough adrenal in my blood get the process started. I let the cold wave wash over me like an on coming storm. I opened my eyes to see the world in a bright black and white world vision which I have become so familiar with over the years in my now invisible form.

I knew that I had to get this job done and over with before the party was over and meet Thomas in the back ally of the near the end of art gala’s building where he had rented a limo waiting for me, and once I got there we would go pick up his very rude clients from earlier from the front of the gala, so they could have their prize.

The hallway to the ancient civilizations artwork sections was roped off and even had little sign hanging on in the middle of it that read, “Off limits, Authorized Personal Only.” If I had been a normal person I would have turned around, but I was far from normal. I slipped over the top of the rope and found my way over to a side case that held the item that I had been sent here to take. The item was a Roman shield. It was decorated with a great epic battle scene on it and right in the middle of it was big round red ruby.

Now for the fun part, I smiled to myself as I placed my right index finger on the glass letting the cold flow from my body on to the this single point freezing the glass beneath my finger then tracing in on the edges of the case freezing it as I went. Once done I froze the center and the edge fell outward landing on to my hands where I just sat the glass on the ground very lightly. I then just reached in and plucked the shield from its stand turned it invisible then tucked it under my arm and I was out of the room.

I quickly checked my watch to see that the party was almost over and I didn’t have time to go back and get my shoes. I let out a pathetic sigh and continued on my way. I found the back doors which was being used by the caters to help move the food supplies in and out of the party. I slipped out into the ally way and headed towards where limo.

As soon as I had the black limo in my sights I felt a sharp pain shoot up my left soul of my foot. I hopped and leaned a hand up against the near by wall to look down at my foot. I let a flurry of cruses out as stared down at a shard of glass that was embedded in my foot and the visible amount of blood that pouring from the wound. Visible wasn’t good. I quickly pulled the shard from my foot and ripped a strip of fabric from the bottom of my dress and quickly bandaged my foot then hop-stepped to the limo as fast as I could.

I tapped two times in succession on the rear window and the door opened up and I slid inside sitting a crossed from Thomas. I let out a sigh and let myself turn visible again.

“What happened to your foot? Where are your shoes?” Thomas asked as soon as I turned visible.

“Oh, you know a shoe fairy stole them,” I said handing him the shield.

He only laid the shield down on the seat next to him and grabbed my foot from the floor of the limo lifting me slightly in the air in the process. “Really, what happened? Were you chased or something?”

“Yes, and the guard shot me in the foot,” I joked. Thomas looked up from my foot and gave me his not impressed glare. “I took off my shoes because they hurt and I stepped on a shard of glass a few feet from the limo.”

He sat my foot in his lap and tapped on to the window divider to the driver up front. The window came down and Thomas asked, “You wouldn’t happen to have a medical kit up there with you?”

“No, I am afraid not sir,” The driver answered. “Why is someone hurt should I call an ambulance?”

“That won’t be necessary my friend here just has a hang nail that is bleeding a bit and she just wanted a Band-Aid,” Thomas lied. He hung his head for a second then stared me with his caramel hazel eyes and could see the slightest bit of disappointment in them and worry.

“I am sorry, I just wasn’t thinking…”

“Yeah, you weren’t, but you still got the job done and that’s what matters,” He gave me a weak smile. Then leaded his head back and yelled to the driver to pull is around front.