So Let's Run

Chapter 1

You can't make me stay here... I won't stay here... I'm running, Maximoff, if you're with me, or not. ~Artemis 

Peter laughed softly and gingerly wrapped his arm around Artemis' waist. All she did was give the girl across them a small smile, which, in her own world really meant, 'I know what you're doing. I give you a second to get away from my boyfriend, you'll be sleeping in a casket tonight.' 

Ever since Peter told Artemis that he actually  loved  her, they've inseparable, but she was getting weary of the endless flirting he was receiving from many other girls. True, he would give small, friendly gestures back, not full on flirting, but still. With a guy this amazing, and so many other girls out there that would gladly take her place (plus many of them are better looking, funnier, smarter... Does she need to go on?). 

"... to go?" Artemis gets pulled out of her mind when she feels a soft squeeze on her waist. She looks up from the spotted ground, not seeing the red haired girl that was just engrossed in a conversation with Peter. The silver haired boy just chuckles and looks down at the black haired girl. "Really, Arty?"

"Really what?" She asks, rolling her eyes at the ridiculous nickname he had given her back in grade school. She knew what he was asking. Any time a girl comes up to him, she goes into her literal 'own little world'. Her body may stay on Earth, but her spirit leaves the flesh behind, roaming around. No one can see it (unless she gives them The Sight), it's like a ghost. For the many long classes in high school, this ability came in very handy. 

"You know what I mean." He states and his arm leaves her waist, but his hand slips into hers, as he tugs her along the worn forest path. She just gives him a shrug as a reply. 

Peter chews his bottom lip, letting the comfortable (to him at least) silence envelope them. I wonder why she gets worried, Peter thinks, a soft sigh escaping his lips. She knows she's the only person I think of all the time. And if I ever start showing any signs to make her worried, she can just- Peter's thoughts were interrupted by a rustling in the trees. His head swivels from left to right, his eyes darting around. He suddenly feels the cold wind against his hand... The one that was just intertwined with Artemis'- He was fully alerted now. He turned around quickly, not finding the girl anywhere. Where did she go? She's not fast enough to be suddenly gone? Or was he just so-

Using his enhanced abilities, Peter runs through the woods, and traces back to were he originally  started. Now taking his time, he turns right, only walking a few yards before seeing a small, wood cabin. It looks as if no one has been here for years. Moss and other plants grow up the sides, and the door has been ripped off the hinges. Through the rectangular hole, there's nothing but inky darkness. Peter slowly makes his way into the room, the heavy smell of must and something like death (not that he's gone and sniffed dead people) weighs down on him. Small rays of sunshine peak through the cracks of the roof and walls of the small shack. 

"Peter..." A small voice comes from the corner of the room, and his eyes dart there, finding the body of his partner. In half a second, he's kneeling next to her, cradling her body into his. 

"How'd you get here? What is here?" Peter asks, before softening his tone. "Are you alright?" Artemis nods, and pushes away from him. Something about her seems different than what is was two hours ago when they first met up for this date. She was cheerful and happy, her hazel eyes twinkling. Now they've faded into a dull, dark brown. (Brown eyes are beautiful, though) Her lips are no longer curved into that amazing smile he enjoys, but into a firm, thin line. 

"I.. Don't know." Artemis replies and shrugs. She crosses her legs, her elbows on her knees, chin in her hands. She glances at Peter before casting her gaze outside the door. "I'm running." She states quietly, and an astonished look appears on Peter's features. 

"Running?" He repeats. She's always had this crazy theory, that if she just left Xavier's School For the Gifted, and just 'ran', everything would be better. For her, for anyone really. She wouldn't be running away or to anything or anyone. She'd just be simply running. Exploring, she once said, would be better for her, anyways. She was tired of staying in one place, were everyone could predict her next move. 

Artemis nods and fixes her gaze on Peter, her eyes staring into his. "Yes. You can't make me stay here... I won't stay here... I'm running Maximoff, even if you're with me, or not."

A/N:  So I decided to write something I knew I'd be dedicated to. And not about a real, famous person, since I don't know how they'd act exactly in certain situations, y'know? But yeah, I feel as if I've grown slightly as a writer, and I'm writing this to the best of my abilities. And I'm still making room for improvement, so if you all have any comments for suggestions, or insults, by all means, please tell me. I would really appreciate them. Thank you all for the support. 

~XxxTheBrokenxxX