"Do you want to breathe?" he whispered in my ear, gently stroking my face. I nodded, chills running down my spine. "Good," he continued, a smirk on his face. "I don't wanna stop." His pressed his lips roughly against mine own, I felt the air being knocked out of me, forced to come out. There was a burning throughout my body, smoke rising from it. I was being burned, yet as I tried to scream, he continued.
"Leslie!" my mother shouted, shaking me awake.
"I'm infected," I informed her. She glared at me in shock.
"No...You're not," she insisted, taking my face in her hands. "You're my healthy, beautiful, little girl." I took her hands in my own.
"No, Mom," I told her. "I'm infected."
Infected. Scientists had chosen this terminology. They first discovered a case in a twenty year old male in a small town outside of New York. He'd been infected by Magneto. Magneto created this way of changing people into mutants, if they were lucky enough to survive. He taught each of his minions the way to pass on their abilities, through a person's dreams. As you could probably tell, I was infected by Johnny. I felt his blood racing through my veins as I packed my suitcase to leave home.
I left once I was certain Mom had gone back to bed, thinking that I was just imagining again. I'd always imagined something like this would happen to me, and then suddenly, it had. I was a crossbreed with little potential to survive. For some reason, however, I thought finding Johnny might give me a better chance than the rest of those he'd infected. I could feel his presence, a downside to giving up some of your DNA. I was going for him, and soon he'd know how it was he'd infected.