The soft and gentle air of Beans & Brews Coffee House was filled with newly baked bread and coffee. The large windows facing the street had big names carved into them, the name of the coffee house. A figure stepped inside as the bell rang hanging above the door, he didn’t get much attention from the other people that sat in their chairs, reading the local newspaper and drinking coffee. The figure was dressed in red leather jacket, his bald head and creepy black eyes made him stand out from everyone in the shop. He approached the employee, a young man with soft voice. “What can I get you?”
The figure raised his hand as the young man raised an eyebrow and kept his eyes locked on the hand, it started to heat up in the room, the figure made a fist and aimed it at the young man, he stood there still as stone. “Bam.” The figures mouth opened as he opened the fist and out came fire. The young man ran into the backroom covered in fire, his face melted away as he fell down on the ground.
The people inside the room threw their chairs behind them and started to run out, the door was locked as the fear ran down their toes. The figure in the red jacket turned as a grin appeared on his face. Blood splattered on the large windows facing the street. The door opened to the coffee house as the man in the red jacket appeared on the concrete. His grin still on his face, he walked towards , he snapped his fingers and the whole coffee house started burning.
With a gasp and loud inhale, Number Seven grabbed the skin that covered his heart. He exhaled as he fell back on the soft bed, rubbing his eyes. He shook his head as his feet touched the cold wooden floor. His pants and t-shirt were placed on a wooden stool facing the window. He walked towards it, looking out the window seeing black smoke coming from afar. His eyes widened as he fell on the floor trying to get his pants on, his t-shirt was already on him, his white tight t-shirt made him look like a player. His messy black hair was usual for him and the blue jeans.
Salt Lake City was the most comfortable places to be since Number Seven got out of Area 51, he was supposed to go straight to the Fox Company but he took a detour, long and tiresome detour. The same was in every city, busy traffic, people punching the horn of their cars and swearing out the window while some were relaxed and patient. Putting on his black leather jacket that he got as a gift from Simon, back when they were close.
Number Seven was curious about the happenings in . He only wanted to check it out to see if it was what he thought it was. Horn of a car messed with his hearing as he was busted when he jumped over the hood of it, rubbing his ears he was in great pain, chuckled a little but was up and running again back in no time. He ran around the corner of and saw the ambulances and police heading the opposite way of the fire.