HOPE STRIDERS

“My name’s Ryan,” he said clearly.

“How in the world did you get in my room?”

“You know, Kay, leaving doors open the way you do this window is just an invitation for someone to come in.”

He smiled at the thought. “Like me. Unfortunately you wouldn’t want people like me coming through your window.”

“And why’s that? You’re going to hurt me? You’re going to steal from my house? Dude you have no idea who you’re messing with.”

“That’s where your wrong. I know exactly who I’m dealing with, and in turn that’s where you fall short because you have no idea who you’re dealing with. If you did, you’d be begging for me not to kill you.” I swallowed hard knowing that he wasn’t a normal burglar. He’s someone that knows me, but just like he said I didn’t know him. Did he know I have powers? I quickly thought of pain but all he did was smile. Did he know what I was doing? He stepped forward as he tapped the side of his temple. “Don’t try to get in here little girl because you’re nowhere near my strength. In fact you’re the complete opposite of what people described you as.”

My eyes widened in shock. He knew who I was and what I could do. “But how--”

“How I know you? Simple, you learn about that person. That’s what you do when you go after someone before you kill them.”