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Six
by Sarge’s Girls
Summary: Sixth sense: a special ability to know something that cannot be learned by using the five senses. Humans use 10% of their brain, but it's been proven that those with a sixth sense use more. Some wish to harness that power. With a target on our backs, sixxers are hunted as we try to stay hidden, blending in with the average world around us...when we are anything but average. AH Canon Couples ExB
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It’s been well over four years since Sarge’s Girls (JenRar and drotuno) first wrote together – Coming Home. It’s been two years since we finished In Pursuit. In that time, there have been plenty of fics written separately, not to mention a published book together – High Heels and Hard Drives – but writing together again has been a long time coming.
The inspiration for this is probably a bit of canon, a dash of X-Men, and throw in a sprinkle of a lot of other things.
It’s supernatural/romance/action – if there has to be a label. Drotuno’s “rules” still apply here, for those who are familiar with them. And as usual, Deb writes Edward’s POV, while Jenny takes Bella’s side of things.
Six will go live Sunday, July 10, and will update at least once a week. It’ll be in the usual places – FFN, FicPad, Twilighted, and drotuno’s blog – all under Sarge’s Girls. Here’s a little peek for you guys.
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Jasper scrolled through his phone, showing me the screen. “Volterra Industries is on Forbes’s list this year.”
“Of course it is.” I frowned at that. “It’s amazing what you can do when ethics aren’t exactly your concern.”
“You still think they’re looking for us?”
“Yeah, Carlisle seems to think so.” I nodded. “He knew them at one time. Or at least he knew the CEO way back when. Medical school, I think.” I shrugged a shoulder. “One of the brothers is a sixxer. Marcus, I think. Anyway, Aro wanted to ‘fix him.’ And that turned into genetic testing. Now…they want all sixxers for testing. They’re willing to do anything to get them. Carlisle’s been watching the missing persons’ lists for years – decades, really – because he’s convinced that sixxers sign up but they never come out of the lab in Washington.”
The train slowed down, and we stood up when it came to a stop at the platform. Once we were out of the train station and up on the sidewalk, I turned his way.
“Anyway, Carlisle’s always said that we should be able to choose. That we should be able to defend ourselves – physically or with our senses. We’ve had close calls, even before you came into the picture. It was why we left Chicago not long after they adopted Alice and me. Alice…” I sighed, shaking my head. “She knew someone was coming, and she’s seen what they’d do to me and her, so her fear and her inability to run made her a target. I just about destroyed a McDonald’s that day. You really don’t want to see what they’d do to us.” I tapped my temple to indicate the visions I’d seen in my sister’s mind.
Jasper grimaced but nodded, pointing toward the bodega. “We need to stop in here. Mom needs a few things.”
Esme had sent him a small list of things she needed to his phone, so we grabbed a basket, shooting a wave to the man behind the counter as the bell over the door chimed. Bart – which was short for something long and complicated – was a tall, thick man with an even thicker accent and impressive beard. Usually he was one to joke around, but his mind was focused on a girl’s face. I couldn’t read his mind, because he thought in Armenian, but I could see his distrust of her when he’d pace back and forth behind that counter in order to see which aisle she was on.
Jasper chattered away about his classes at NYU, which focused on history, but I stayed quiet. When I finally saw the girl who was making Bart so anxious, my eyebrows shot up. She was a petite thing, with dark hair pulled back into a long ponytail and even darker eyes. Her clothes had seen better days, and on her shoulder was a backpack that seemed to be filled to bursting. Her sneakers were just about worn out, and in her hands were a few cans of soup, a loaf of bread, and a jar of peanut butter.
Her mind, though, was jumbled, everywhere and nowhere all at one time. It was hard to read her, except for the two thoughts that were prevalent – escape and hunger.
The one thing that outshone all of that was the fact that she was undeniably beautiful. It was natural and easy. It wasn’t wrapped up in makeup or hair products. It was smooth skin and wide, scared, life-hardened eyes, and lips that were pink and full…when she wasn’t chewing on the bottom one. And if I’d had to guess, I’d say she was somewhere around Alice’s age, maybe a little older.
The one thought that made me freeze was the Volterra Industries emblem that swirled to the forefront of her mind. It was a red V and I, and to her, it screamed danger. In fact, she looked at my shirt for it before focusing back on her armload.
Bart muttered under his breath, but I caught the girl’s eye.
"He’ll beat you to the door,” I warned her softly as Jasper took the next aisle. “Don’t do it. He’ll press charges, no shame. No matter how pretty you are.”
She gasped, glancing down at what was in her hands and then toward the front counter. There was a brief moment of sheer, utter defeat on that pretty face. She looked my way again, her cheeks blooming into either anger or embarrassment – I wasn’t sure which. Just when I thought she’d put some of her stuff down, she was running.
“Hey!” Bart yelled when the bell rang so hard it sounded like it would fall off the door.
“Ah, hell… Jasper, stay here!” I was fast, though Jasper could beat me any day, but Bart did beat me to and out the door. I turned the corner, shaking my head that this girl had picked a dead-end alleyway. She was as good as arrested, which for some unknown reason, I just couldn’t let happen.
Bart was still yelling from the sidewalk, but I ran down the alley, where she’d darted behind some dumpsters. Just as I caught sight of a brunette ponytail and an overstuffed backpack, she stepped toward a brick wall. Her hands were still full of the things she’d stolen, but as she walked toward the brick wall, a window-like square appeared, revealing something familiar through it, but she darted into it and the window evaporated.
“Oh, shit,” I whispered to myself through a laugh. “Pretty girl’s a sixxer.”
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~ Nic
