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Christinialynne backed away from the boys as they stalked closer.

"Come here little freak." One of them sneered.

She closed her eyes, and tried hard to concentrate, but the taunts got past her mental barrier. Easy, she thought, don't get too stressed, and it will just come to you.

But it didn't, and they didn't go away. Not until they had left her crying and bruised to the very bone. After they left, Christinialynne slowly pulled her self together so that she could find her way home.

She lived with a group of run away friends, and as such, they called themselves The Runaways. Not just because they had runaway from home, but because most of the time, they runaway from fights. Chrissy thought this was a good idea. For now, at least.

Growing up as a pagan, she was raised to believe that anything could and would happen. Wishing on stars, blowing out candles on a birthday cake, and lucky horseshoes were all acceptable within her family. Until the things that Chrissy wished for or wanted started appearing before her. Her family shunned her, saying she was using BlackMagick, and soon family friends had begun to call it the same. Call her the same. Soon after the friends found out, everyone knew, and then she was call Mutant. So she ran from home to a Teenage Relief House, where, subsequently, many other mutant teens had gone to hide out. Not to long after that, they heard that the government wanted to start The Mutant Registration Program, and the money stopped for the TRH, and was pumped into that instead.

Christinialynne, or BlackMagick as she was now called, shrugged her shoulders, and winced. Damn powers. Never around when she needed them. She didn't know why it worked the way it did, but when she was calm, and concentrating, she could conjure anything she wanted. In time of need, it didn't help her at all.

She stumbled and hugged her self as she walked down the street, cried out as she stubbed her toe, and heaved a sigh when she saw the lonely, but promising, sight of the abandoned coffee shop. Chrissy quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching, or even glancing in her general direction. The location or truth about who lived here was one of the most important secrets that any of the teens had. Again, checking the coast, and making sure it was clear, she backed up to a boarded up window and pushed her way past the window coverings. Once inside, her eyes adjusted to the dim light, Christinialynne sought out the pathway through the upturned tables, and chairs. Through to the back she went, listening for sounds, and keeping a light pace. Once she reached the storeroom, she looked over her shoulder one last time, and then opened a hidden door in the floor.

This was home.