The New Mutant
Walking home from school, I'm listening to Katy Perry's Dark Horse, only to have an add pop up: making me roll my eyes and nearly throwing the phone. "Where are you going in a hurry," I hear a familiar voice say, seeing my boyfriend, Travis, walk out and walk to my side. "Hey, honey," I say, smiling and holding his hand, "You scared me." Suddenly, I hear the bushes rustle and I turn toward it. "Who's there," Travis calls out, looking toward the rustling. "I'll be fine," I tell him, not taking my eyes off the area right in front of me, "Go home." Travis runs home, not even looking back over his shoulder or anything. "WE ARE SO THROUGH," I yell after him, rolling my eyes. I creep toward the rustling and see a green guy with a red mask beating a bad guy off, making him run away and leaving the green guy really injured. "Are you alright," I ask, holding my hand out to the guy, but he just swats it away and gets up. "I'm fine," the guy replies, dusting himself off and I see that he's bleeding. "No you're not OK," I say, tearing off a sleeve and cautiously step toward him, wrapping the material around his wound while holding his arm down so he doesn't move it.
"I don't need help," the red-masked male says, looking at me. Soon after, I see three others come down: the smallest wearing an orange mask, one wearing a blue mask, and the last one wearing a purple mask. I stumble backwards, realizing who they are. "I know you," I say under my breath, hoping they don't hear me. "What do you mean, 'you know us,' " the one wearing a blue mask asks, his eyes wide. "You guys are my heroes," I say, calming down.