Fantasy Time Will Tell (Anita & Sarzay 1x1)

[badyogi]

Madison Caldwell
21 years old – American – Human - Telepath

Madison is as far from a high society princess as a girl can be, much to her mother's horror. She wants nothing more than to be free of her Upper East Side shackles… she wants to live in LA and be a performance artist. She loves her family dearly, as well as her friends, but she often feels like an outcast among them, because she isn’t interested in wealth or fame.

She’s incredibly intelligent, and her mother pushed her to attend Brown, but Madi was more interested in attending The American Academy of Dramatic Arts in LA. She recently spent the summer there, and has yet to return home; her mother cut her off financially, thinking it would bring her back, but Madi couldn’t be happier to be free. She's down to Earth and sweet; she doesn’t have a bad done in her body, and she would never do anything to hurt anyone.

Madison is currently living in a small low class apartment with 6 other artists who she attends school with; they're becoming her new family, and a few of them have introduced her to a dance crew who perform (often without permission) all over L.A.

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She's been able to read minds since she was seven. Mostly, she watched people's thoughts passively and undetected, but one day, someone talks back.
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A villain in a corrupted city seeing something terrible happen to a young woman. It changes him, and he starts to look out for her, helping her in his own way to get justice and to be her guardian angel, lurking deep in the shadows.
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Madison had a secret. One she'd kept from the entire world for longer than she could remember. She'd gotten pretty good at tuning out the voices but when she was feeling stressed, she lost control. And today, she was stressed to the max. After getting a call from her mother, the 15th call that week alone, Madison decided she needed to get out of the house, maybe go for a run down by the beach. What she wasn't expecting, was that the moment she stepped out the front door of the apartment, her head would be flooded with the thoughts of the people walking past her on the street.

I'm so late. He's going to have my ass for sure this time.


Does she know how much I love her?


Today is the day, I'm just going to end it.


Rent is due in 2 days, I don't get paid until Friday...

It actually caused her to stumble, and she leaned back against the door to steady herself. Taking a moment, she had to close her eyes and focus on a silent film of a dancer she had seen when she was a child. It was the easiest trick to tuning out the voices again, and once she was able to breathe easy, Madison righted herself and started jogging.

 

[Sarzay]

Marcus breathed in deeply and gazed down through the dusty window in front of him. The setting sun reminded him of an oil canvas through the hazy pane of glass. Cobwebs infiltrated the cracks of dried stucco where the window met the wall. There was no denying it, the place really was a shit hole. He breathed out releasing a torrent of smoke. The cigarette that had hung half hazard from his right hand a moment ago singed when it hit the cold cup of coffee that sat precariously on the stool beside him.

He could see a blond 20 something strolling down the side walk. There she was. The reason he was here in the first place…It wasn’t so much that he stalked her, he had followed others before and that felt entirely different. He felt a profound, and divided, sense of fascination. Whether by the way she moved, or the subtle reactions she had to the ocean of voices that he could sense around him, he guessed…that she knew what he knew. And that she could hear what he could hear. As the sun withdrew below the smoggy skyline, Marcus checked his equipment over one more time. It was force of habit. Sometimes the lengthy process irritated him, and sometimes the process helped him “get in the mood.” The slide on his Walter PPS slid forward with a satisfying sound. He pulled the slide back and eyed the round in the chamber before securing it in a holster under his arm.

Far off sirens wailed in the background as Marcus opened the door. A blast of humid air hit him in the face as he stepped out of the building. The black jacket and dark jeans he wore felt damp on his body in the heat. It wasn’t a comfortable choice, but they did the job he needed them to do. Marcus walked out in front of the building and stared at the door that the girl had just walked through after her jog. 4 million was a lot for such a simple job. Especially in this part of the city. Gunshots were an every-day occurrence. He wouldn’t need to use any of his training.

He could sense them before he walked through the door. He could "hear" their thoughts in his head. It wasn’t so much sentences and words. He could sense concepts, emotions, and images. They weren’t nervous. They weren’t cold steel. One of them was aroused. The other had the anticipation of a man with a woman just before they opened the door to his room at night after a flirtatious trip to the bar. Psychopaths. Money hungry psychopaths.

Marcus smoothly rolled the door knob so that the latch retracted into the lock well. He silently cracked the door open. Light didn’t spill out of the house and onto the street. Fuck.

 

[badyogi]

Madison was sitting at the bar area separating the kitchen and the living room of the apartment. It was a small space, with one bedroom and one small bathroom, but there were seven people crammed into it. There were two sets of bunkbeds in the bedroom, a pull out couch and a futon in the living room, more dirty dishes and soured laundry than a person could count, and dozens of fast food containers and empty soda cans lying around. As much as Madison adored her roommates, there were times, like today, when she hated her living situation.

After her run, she'd come back to shower, and was currently sitting on a barstool in her pjs, her still damp hair wrapped in a towel atop her head. Dinner had been slim pickins, a stale egg roll, some questionable mac n' cheese, and a cup of coffee. Madison had ended up pushing her plate away with a groan of disgust, and decided to focus on her school work. It wasn't easy clearing a space for her books and laptop, and she'd almost been tempted to throw everything in sight into the trash. Her roommates, all six of them, hadn't been any help, either. Apparently, there was a concert downtown that was "to die for", and they all just had to go. Madison, usually the first one to jump onboard with whatever crazy antics the group came up with, was feeling uncharacteristically grumpy, and had stayed home.

She'd managed to clean off the countertop by tossing the dishes into the skin and everything else onto the floor and had spread her school supplies across the length of the cleaned space. Madison studied, barely able to focus, for an hour or so, before she leaned forward and rested her forehead against a book, closing her eyes. The noise from the tenants in the apartments around her was distracting. They weren't even being especially loud, but their thoughts were deafening. "Please just shut up for one minute." Madison mumbled. She didn't know why things had been so out of control today, but she'd had just about enough of it.

A new sound caught her attention, and made her pause. This one wasn't internal, but was close by, the sound of a door opening. Were her friends home already? It was doubtful since they usually didn't make it in before the sunrise. Madison lifted her head to see the door, maybe 10 feet in front of her, slide open a crack. Definitely not her roommates...

Madison slid soundlessly from the barstool and picked up the baseball bat one of her friends kept lying around, holding it steadily in her hands. She swallowed around a lump in her throat, and called out in a firm voice, "There's nothing in here for you to steal. I have a weapon... just go."