"I don't want to go..." a yound boy cried as the car drove off from the nighborhood he knew and loved. His family was moving away from their home in Ohio. After mutants were declared to be targets for death by the US, the young boy's parats decided to move away nefore anyone found out about their son. When he was born doctors were surprised and worried when they found the child had no white blood cells. With his immue system pratically useless the doctors declared him a lost cause to try and save. Five years later the boy was still kicking. At one point he was always ill, but his illness suddenly vanished after going to a playground. With his hair changing color to blue and his sickness all gone. His parants felt relived. Unknown to the parants, the cost of their son's life was high. They learned the truth after the news reported the death of a young boy whose imune system suddenly crashed. Their son was a mutant, and had a very dangerous gift.

The young boy's parants fratically tried to get to the coast of California. The quash the government has been making on the country has made mutants public enemy number one. The death toll has only risen and isn't slowing down. The boy's parants knew this well. Well enough to stake out at a hideout they helped make on an island off the coast from Morro Bay. It was secluded and no one could get to it unless they were in someway mutated from your average humans. It wasn't just some small Island, it was large... very large. Not oly that but it had mutants thriving as a community. They drove quickly but subtly. If they did this too fast suspision would be rose.

"I can't stand this!" the boy's father suddenly shouted over the radio thas was playing popular music. His grip to the steering wheel could break a man's very soul. He didn't have half a mind setting every thing ablaze in cold fire. His anger calmed very slightly when his wife put a hand on his shoulder. She was mute but that never seemed to stop her from speaking her mind to her husband. She kissed his cheek and gestured for him to continue driving. He hadn't noticed it but he had pulled over to the side of the road. He slowly made his way back on to the road. THe mother just turned and smiled at her son.

Two days later they had checked in to a small motel. It wasn't home but it would suffice for the time being. The father sighed, he hated that they were stuck on the run from people who weren't even chasing them yet. As his wife led their son to their room he walked across the street to a small gas station that was just selling alchohol.

The clerk smiled at him as he asked for a large brandy. Then the smile went to a sly grin. The father glared at the clerk as he handed him the money for the brandy,"What is it?"

The clerk laughed monotonously,"You're a mutant aren't ya buddy?"

The father's hand and forarm ingited with blue flames,"Don't make a single step!"

"Hey, hey! No need to get frisky my friend. I ain't gonna rat ya out." The clerk grinned.

"How'd you know I was a mutat!"

"Hmm... you looked like crap, seemed to be inna hurry, smell like a lot of mutants do, and the fact you went straight to using your mutant ability withouy even trying to deny anything." The clerk snickered.

"What do you want." The father sneered.

"Well ya see, you may wanna ditch town quickly." the clerk stated as he stretched.

"Why.." The father glared as his flames grew larger.

"Ey.. guess I'm a bit late to answer." The clerk said as he peeked out of the window.

"What's going on!" the father yelled oudly at the clerk slamming his arm on the counter top causing it to freeze over.

"Today was the government's check over this town for mutants. I'm old, death hasn't caused fear in me sice the day I was born. So I decided to stay here," the clerk paused and then sighed."I've been warning many travellers of this day and have succeeded in gettig them out of town, but I'm afraid your family got here too late." The clerk opened the rustic shades to show the man in his store the scene outside. Several black vans with cars around them with flashing lights were infront of the motel him his family were staying at. The father was about to to go out when he felt a force around him stopped him from moving.

"What the hell!" The father struggled against and unseen force that kept him stil.

"I can't just let you go out there to die." The clerk said as he glew blue.

"I can't just let my family die!" Suddenly a white flash erupted blowing most of the cars around the hotel.

The clerk sighed and let the father go,"Fine, but I'm going to go out to help you."

The clerk barely got his last word in as the father quickly rushed out of the shop to the street. The clerk quickly followed behind him. Before he got to the motel a series of gunshots rang through the air then it suddenly ended accompanied by a woman's scream,"Sarah!"

More gunshots followed but longer as a group of men screamed in horror. After the screams died down a young boy ran from the motel runnig straight ahead to the west. His father was about to run after him until a gunshot hit his arm. The father's arm fell limp as he gared at the squad infront of him.

"John Marks Wilnslow! You are convicted of being a mutant. Many people have reported you all reporting the same details, you have shown eratic behaviour and your wife was put down at ten fourty-six due to her attacking offical officers with mutant abilities. Do you have anything to say in defence!" A heavily armored officer yelled at him through a megaphone.

"Yeah... I got something to say..." His uninjured arm sparked with blue flames as the clerk walked to his side glowing blue. He looked at his fleeing son. A little time. Thst's all he needed. The clerk beside him nodded. The father then glared at the officers then laughed hysterically as he sent a burst of flames that froze most of the officers and vehicals."Freeze in hell!" The officers started to rain fire on to John. His body being riddled by bullets. The clerk beside him fired psy beams causing explosions to go off around the officers. It took only thirty minutes. Thirty minutes for John's knees to hit the ground...

Three hours later the boy was still running. His legs were screaming for him to stop. He didn't dare to stop running. In his mind he'd as soon as he stopped running. But he couldn't do anything as fatigue set in. His body collapsed from under him. His body had betrayed him in his attempt in running forever. The boy felt splatches of water hit his face; he looked up and felt his blood turn cold. He was at the beach. This is where his father was rushing them. He looked around, it was likely a deserted beach.

He continued to pant when suddenly he felt the energy rekinder in his body. He stood up and dusted his clothes. He rubbed his eyes and realized his eyes were wet and sore. He had been crying this entire time. He then looked ahead of him. Land rose leading off to the vast ocean. He immediatly started following it. A force inside him made him go. He didn't have many other options anyway. Without realizing it he was at the end of the path and was now on an island.

"Hey mommy there's a boy that came from the path!" A voice coming from a young girl rang through the somewhat quiet island. A small group gathered around the boy. He coughed and looked around, most of the faces looked worried. He sniffled as all the energy left his body again.