Sorry guys. This is my first go-round, and I am aware that I kind of made the summary way more dramatic than it really is…but it's okay, right? Loki says hi, by the way! (for explanation look at my profile on my page)

You know those times when you feel…different? Strange? Like the freak? That's what Katie Frazer was feeling right now. As she looked in the bathroom window, she thought to herself, 'I am the most messed up being on the planet.'

Normally at this time she would be in class, enjoying herself, surrounded by her 'friends' and learning first hour math. But this morning….it was something she couldn't just talk herself out of believing she'd seen.

She'd woken up with a slight headache, but with a yawn, gotten out of bed. The first thing she noticed was the chair—across the room, it was hovering there about a foot off of the ground. She'd screamed, but then just stared at it with wide open eyes.

"You okay, Katie?" her dad had asked outside the door, his voice still groggy from lack of caffeine. Katie had just nodded, murmuring just loud enough so that her dad could hear her.

'Okay.' She thought as she took a deep breath, 'Calm down. It's time for class; school started about 20 minutes ago.'

She walked in to the expected snicker or two, and sat down with her eyes down, hoping not to catch too much attention. Too late.

"Ms. Frazer, may I ask why you are late today?"

"Yeah," she mumbled, "family stuff, you know." At least that part was true. Last week her aunt had died. So, kind of true.

After class, Mark Krajewski walked up to her, and on their way to English Lit., he apologized sincerely.

"Look, Katie, I'm really sorry about last night. I seriously didn't remember."

She swallowed her insult and replied quietly, "I know." not really quite forgiving him. He was a nice guy and all, with a sweet disposition and awesome abs, but what he'd done last night still ticked her off.

Last Night

We'd just won the football game, and since I was a cheerleader, I was invited to the after-party. It was great, with good music for once and all of my friends were there. I was about to wander over to my friend Annemarie when I felt a manly hand grab my butt.

"Hey!" I exclaimed fiercely and whirled around to see Mark grinning like an idiot; obviously drunk. I'd almost forgotten. Lee had dared Mark to steal a keg of beer, and now my forgetfulness had cost me my happiness for the night.

"Mark." I growled, "Don't touch me again or I swear—"

He cut me off with a wasted chortle, "Hey, babe, you're fine. I won't do *hic* nothin' I won't regret." Stumbling a little, he went right past me and shot back, "Tell your sister I *hic* said hello!" I stared at him in pained silence. "Mark, my sister is in jail." His face drooped. "Oops." He slurred. "I musta forgot or somethin." I scoffed, unbelieving and stomped off, fighting tears.

This was the least of her problems, though, as she would soon find out.

"Stupid Ultra. Stupid, stupid Ultra." That's all Raven Hallaway could think about as she pulled her cap down after seeing the same suited man for the fifth time. This time it was in a train station, but who knew? Next time it could be her current hideout, or her backup. She would have to act now if she wanted to keep living like she was.

Most people would hate living alone, like a hobo or something, but Raven loved it. She was living on the edge, with all the freedom in the world. Nobody to inhibit her from doing what she wanted to do; what she loved doing. She was the person she wanted to be, with no constraints whatsoever.

The man across the boardwalk started moving slowly and subtly towards her and she thought, 'And here's my exit.' Pushing through the crowd, Raven made her way away from the ticket booth and stepped onto the train just as it started to hiss and jerk in an obvious hint at soon deportation.

The man was forcing his way through a protesting group of people, but was too late—the train doors closed just as he'd made it to the forefront of the crowd. Raven smirked and waved goodbye mockingly, feeling a sense of satisfaction as she saw the disappointed face of the Ultra agent start to drift away as the train started to move.

But right before the agent was out of sight, she saw him call in to base with a victorious smile on his face. "Crud. Oh, crud, it's a trap!" she despaired, and turned around only to find five Ultra agents staring back at her. What could she do? She couldn't just teleport out of a moving train.

The agents all hesitated to attack Raven, drawing a snicker from her. "Don't kill me all at once." That much time was all she was allowed, though, and the nearest guy whipped out a stun gun in one fluid motion. Raven was about to take the gun using her telekinesis when she noticed the blue, glowing camera lights on the wall. Two things—Ultra was watching, and, of course, D-chips.

'Hate those things.' She thought and put her hands behind her head slowly…only to whip out her backup gun that had been stuck in the back of her collar.

"Did you forget?" one of the agents sneered. "Your kind can't kill." She stared at him like he had just said the most stupid thing in the world—which he had.

"I know." She replied simply, then shot the D-chips with extreme precision, and made her exit by teleportation. Her strong suit was telekinesis, but that couldn't have gotten her not killed at that moment, so teleportation it was.

Once Raven teleported back to the train station, she breathed a sigh of relief mixed with exhaustion, because the past few days had been pretty hectic, with Ultra on her tail like this. But this was normal life for her, and she would have to adapt to this, like everything else in her crazy world.

I know, cliché, but what can I say? Hey, that rhymed! Sorry, I have the brain of a two year-old. And now I'm rambling. But please, I'm begging you, with all my heart and soul….

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