There was no turning back now, they were caught. “Run Mika,” Auttie said in a moment of clarity, “Don’t look back don’t ever look back, keep running till you find the school, give people my love.” Handing over the small bag Auttie turned to face the attackers. “I know your moves before you even decide to make them, I’m psychic you know,” she mumbles thinking back to all the times she’s said that phrase before.
Call it a catch phrase or just whatever it was something Auttie told everyone. She was psychic was she really no, she couldn’t read tarot cards, or your palm or even tell you the future path that you would go on to. But it was something that brought herself comfort something that she could easily explain.
I’m psychic you know, didn’t matter the situation. Told it to Kyle when she couldn’t explain her power, told it to Jaxon when she talked about their future. Said it in class lord knows how many times when she passed a test with flying colors even though she had been sleeping or missed it continually.
I’m psychic you know, she told the small girl she met when she ran away. It was the only thing that kept her head straight well kinda straight, there never was a straight for Auttie. She curved in any direction she wanted, especially after she left. Going North before turning back once they got into New Jersey and heading back down to North Carolina where she found the Mutant she took under her wing.
"I’m psychic you know", she mumbled out to the people who shot at her, as she finally decided to fight back. She was never a fighter, she avoided her Danger room sessions when she could with out being tossed into the room and forced to fight. There was something about the brown haired girl that she had to protect. "I’m psychic you know," she kept mumbling, her brain sending out wave after wave of her small blasts towards them running and jerking her body. Punching one in the face and ramming her knee in to their chest.
Pushing away she rolled to the floor sweeping her leg out and knocking the attacker off their feet. She only focused on one of them if she could take down one she would feel like something, someone. Kicking the person in the face one last time she turned to face the four others.
She felt every bullet that pierced her skin. But she didn’t stop moving the unnatural urge to protect those she loved and left behind kept her moving towards the closes on to her target. Soon her blood loss won out, making her slower slumping down to her knees as she tried moving. “I’m psychic you know,” the words left her lips in a cough, her blood covering her lower lip, falling her arms catching her weight as she tried crawling. Another gunshot rang out, and she fell to the floor with a loud thump.