Mutant

one

Do you ever wonder, how life is on the road. Never staying in one place because if you did, the government will eventually hunt you down? Yeah well I don't need to wonder because hey, that's my life!

I wish I could stay in one place, I really do. I wish I could back to my home in Illinois, where my mom was probably sitting at home waiting for her only child to come home again. But I couldn't. As much I wish I could, I couldn't.

I left at age fourteen, an age that any girl needed their mom the most. I had just started high school, and I had finally began to fit in, until they found me. I remember very clearly how my mom protested, how she refused to let them take me. So I had to run.

We both knew the day would come, but we never talked about it. The plan was, I'd run with my dad. But they had got to him before he could get to me. He was the special one who passed down his powers to me. My great grandmother, as most people know as Rouge, part of a group called X-men years ago, she was the first, that we knew of to have our gift. Something changed from the years she was alive, to now, because all special people now, are hunted down. We aren't accepted.

The good thing about my powers was it didn't include killing people I touched. I absorbed their energy, and if I held onto them long enough I could probably kill them, but I wasn't like my great grandmother, in that sense. I could absorb, what the government calls us, mutants' powers but they didn't fade. No I got to keep them, and it was the worse thing in the world.

Sometimes all the power would bundle up in my head, and they seemed to turn into people, because I swore I could hear them. I could hear them talking to me, but I could never say anything. Because that's crazy.

"I swear she's such a heavy sleeper." I heard a voice say before I felt another pair of hands grip my shoulders.

"Wake up already!"

I opened my eyes slowly, glaring at the two young teens staring down at me. The tall boy who's name was Harry, smiled kindly. The girl, Lauren, her mouth formed in an O shape.

"What are you doing here?" I asked sitting up. Lauren and Harry had both run into me a while back, and I'd occasionally see them. They were only 16 years old, and also on the run.

"We needed a place to stay for a couple of days." Lauren said her green eyes showing a sudden sadness.

"How did you find me?" I spat growing irritated.

"Remember when I fixed your watch?" Harry said, his green eyes showing pure innocence. "I put a tracking chip  in it."

"You what!?"

"Shushhhhh. Don't yell it's not a big deal." Harry said quickly looking around. I stood, wishing I was much taller to try and intimidate the young boy with my height. But I was 5'4 and he was 6' feet tall.

"You chipped me. That's a pretty big deal kid."

"You're only 3 years older then me!" He hissed. I rolled my eyes going to my small kitchen in the hotel room I was in. I looked at the two siblings motioning them to follow.

"You can stay here for a couple of days. Then you leave, because I have to leave." I said pulling out a box of cereal and three bowls.

"Milk and spoons." I told them, both going to get one of the things I said. I smiled to myself, pouring my food before passing it to my company.

"How long have you been here for?" Lauren asked, once she had swallowed her food.

"About a month."

"That's kind of risky isn't it?" Harry asked scooping some more cereal into his mouth.

"Yeah," I set my spoon down in my bowl. "But they haven't found me yet. I've been good with covering my tracks. I'm trying to save up to get my mom, and fly out of America."