I shivered as I trudged through the forest catching past and future glimpses of small rabbits and deer roaming these woods. It was like these people were everywhere, not paying attention to the law and taking matters into their own hands. hunting us like dogs. That's what drove me from my life. "hetero-Sapien Hunters" is what they call themselves. They are a group that consists of redneck radicals, cops, and some are people that just hate us and, unfortunately own guns. They can't touch some of us, but others they drive out and hunt for sport. I don't see how different I am from a regular girl. I eat, drink, sleep, and bleed. Hell, I even have a period every month.

I hissed when my jacket rubbed against my arm. I slowly raised the sleeve to inspect the burns. The last attack a few weeks ago cost me my friend Diego. Like me, he was a mutant on the run, his ability was flying. He had wings but he wasn't very good at it. Now he's flying with the angels. I pulled out his old necklace and watched as his tall form appeared leaning against the tree in front of me. He was smoking a cigarette and resting after another attempt at practicing his flying. One of the good things about this gift I have is if I keep something that belonged to someone I lost; I can remember what they looked and sounded like.

The cold wasn't doing anything for the burns so I carefully pulled the sleeve back down and continued walking. I could remember plain as day how it happened. Apparently using rope wasn't beneath them. They had bound Diego's arms and wings and tossed him over a cliff. I was disgusted. If they were the example of a normal person, then I don't ever want to be normal. I looked down at the sleeve remembering how they tried to tie me down and make me watch as Diego plunged to his death. I still feel guilty for getting away and surviving when he didn't. There was no way for me to turn back for him, I had ran too far. He would get no proper bural...And humans call us the monsters.

I walked till I found a road and followed it back to a small town where I found a diner. I still had about $50 in cash so I went in and ordered a sausage on a biscuit and a glass of apple juice. As I sat in a booth I closed my eyes. I could see the previous family that sat in this booth. A man and his wife with two beautiful children. The booth behind me had been used by a young couple who had been arguing for a long time until they were asked to leave. In the one in front of me an old man had eaten here for the anniversary of his wife's death. I watched as he talked to the waitress. He had told her this was where he met his late wife. Then a group of giggling girls walked in. I could tell they were laughing at my baggy jacket and muddy pants. All of this was getting too much. I quickly ate an got up leaving a tip.

"hey little lady." I heard a voice call.

I turned to see a man standing on the other side of the counter.

"wanna take a guess before you leave?" he asked.

"no. I'm good." I told him and turned to leave.

I heard a giggle and someone say." the poor things probly too poor for a brain."

I stopped and stomped bak to the man. I looked at the jar of gum balls. And saw a small sign that said the prize was $100. I placed a finger on the top and tapped it a couple times.

"129." I told him.

"correct. Amazing." he said.

"I just did the math." I lied.

"how old are you?" he asked handing me my money.

"26."

"your pretty short."

I admit I'm very short for my age. I'm only 5'2 tall

"I may be small, but I'm full of surprises."

I laughed when I saw the dropped jaws of those girls. That night I got a hotel room and indulged in a cheeseburger and a strawberry malt. I knew sleeping was risky but I was too damn tired. I sat on the bed and peeled off the jacket and wrapped my arm with some gauze I got from a dollar store. I looked to the tv and saw Nancy Grace was on. It reminded me of thee time I stayed in a hotel room with Diego. He came in and caught me crying about another infant death.

"why would they do that D?" I asked."if I had a baby, I'd give it my life."

"humans can be cruel, but you must not fret novio."(sweetheart)he sat on the bed with me and layed my head on his shoulder. "not all humans are bad. And youll make a great mother."

I snapped from my daydream and walked to my bag pulling out Diego's leather jacket. He put in the bag we hid, and I put it on and layed down remembering what it was like to fall asleep in his arms.

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Thanks for reading. I know some parts were brutal like D's death but that's the point. So please review and we will see more of wolverine next chapter.:)