Disclaimer: The usual, I do not now nor have I ever owned any characters from Mutant X, or Roswell.
They belong to their respective owners and companies. So there.
I do however own the characters known as Cody Madison, Mr. Charles Madison, and Lillian Madison.
If you have any questions feel free to email me. Let me know what you think. Though it wont stop me from writing as I please. Thank you! Enjoy…
The name is Cody Madison I'm 20 years old and I stand not taller than 5'6. Yeah that's me they're running down the street and in between the buildings. Crouching behind a broken wall, I take my first breather in what seems like weeks, I lean back and listen for any signs of someone fallowing me. When I'm pretty sure no that no one has. I close my eyes, and try to relax myself.
Give me a minute will yah? It's been awhile since I've last done this…
Ok.
I've been on the run ever since I can remember. I'm not particular about the why, that question has been derailed from my mind for a while now. As for the 'Who?', from who actually. They've always been different people, but they worked for the same man. One Mr. Mason Eckhart. All my life he's all my father ever talked about, the one man that I could truly say caused my parents much pain, almost as much as I did. My father had once worked for a company called GenomeX under his supervision. Now I didn't know much about what my father did, but I know enough to say that my mother never approved. Especially when his work started to show close to home. What do I mean by this?
Well… lets just say that I wasn't a big enough of a freak being a telekinetic (something that I inherited from gramps more later.), somehow I developed a little bit of fire power. How's that for being different? Imagine being 5 years old and discovering you could generate heat at will? While my mother discouraged my newfound powers, my father tried to help me with them. As I got older my powers increased, that only brought on more pain for my mother, than for my father. Not only was I able to generate heat, I could create flames. It was pretty freaky at first, and I didn't really like it at all. Controlling fire was a lot more difficult than controlling heat. In a nutshell at lot of things got damaged. Including my family. I was always told not to use my powers in public, so I mostly kept to myself, so you gotta wonder how these people ever found out about me…
My eyes flew open as I heard footsteps. Dam they don't give. Well I should have known better than to pick an alleyway to rest in. good job Cody let them corner you. Gee you really messed up this time.
I slowly stand up from behind the crumbled wall and glance around, I can see no one but I know too much to just turn my back on instinct. Closing my eyes I let my other sensor take over. My eyes open back up and I can see in thermo vision. Another one of my abilities that I had developed over the years. The heat from the pipes are the only thing I can pretty much pick up, so maybe that paranoia is kicking in. No, there was something else here, I could feel it inside. That's when I saw the two bodies standing in at the entrance of the alley, their body temperatures read normal. "Come on guys give me freakin' break."
"That her?" the first one had a break in his voice. Sounds like he was still going through puberty or something. "Yeah be careful she is faster dan de others." the second one was shorter than the first in height. He was more stout, his voice reminded me of a bad guy off some horrible Spanish movie. You can imagine my surprise when they pulled out something of a weapon. It was usually first the trade of words, than fist occasionally kicks, never the weapon first. They must be serious this time around.
"Ok, we're not going to talk about this." I say firmly hoping the two idiots would listen. Buy me sometime.
"You're going to put the weapon down, and back away." You know for a moment I actually thought that would work. I mean they did give each other glances as if discussing what they were going to do. I dove out of the way as they began shooting at me. "Guess not."