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Poor, Wanted, and Alone

The setting sun glints one last time through the grimy gas station window. I sigh as I realize that

I do not have enough money for all I need. Better put the soap and peanuts back . . . but not the

flashlight. Or the jerky. Those will be useful.

I walk to the register, careful to keep my head down and hood up. The register beeps twice, and

I place seven dollars on the counter.

"Will that be all, sir?" the clerk asks.

"Yes."

Grabbing the items, I zip up my hoodie and go out into the brisk Wisconsin autumn. It's nice

here. Small town, lots of colorful leaves, not much internet. Perfect for someone whose face has been

plastered on every news station, paper, and website as MOST WANTED BY THE ATCU. Who would've

guessed that promising young doctor Lincoln Campbell was a threat to society? Not most people. But

being an Inhuman, well, that changes things.

Walking down a sidewalk lined with trees, I begin to remember walking down a different

wooded path, back in Afterlife. With Daisy. She'd still called herself Skye then, and we'd only known

each other about a day. She'd been so scared of herself, of her powers . . . but Jiaying and I helped her.

Maybe that's why she wants to help me so badly. I guess it makes sense, S.H.I.E.L.D. would be safe

for me. But I don't want to be their puppet.

I wonder if other superhumans feel like this. Like as a powered person, you have to work for

some organization. You have to give allegiance to someone, and do what they want you to with your

powers. I wish there was the option of living normally and not running around doing heroics in tights.

But I tried that, and failed completely. Why won't people leave me alone?

I've been walking for an hour now, away from the town and into the woods. Finally I find a

suitable place to make camp. I lay on a mushy pile of leaves and try to warm myself with the thin

blanket I've been using. I stare up at the stars shining through the branches above me as I drift to sleep in solitude.