Hi guys, this is my first story on this account. My first account was a little boring and my stories weren't going no where so I created this new account to have a new start. This story is rated M; it will touch some sensitive themes like religious polygamy and some other adult subjects like drugs and sex. You been warned.

Young Justice isn't mine. (Revised on April 2, 2016)

Chapter 1: Run

The crunch of snow under my feet; the bite of the winter wind hitting my face so hard that my cheeks are already turning pink. My dark brown hair weightlessly flowing behind me, brown eyes looking over my shoulder to check if someone is following me or the house down the road has come to life. But regardless of how fast I know I'm running, my whole body and time feels like its moving in slow motion.

Behind me is everything I have known for 13 years. My whole family is in that house sleeping peacefully: my mother, my father and my six annoying brothers. Memories of us playing around that isolated house, shared meals and holidays are flashing in front of me. One would think that I'm leaving a perfect life but all of those "good" memories are just a smoke screen that covers up what really happen inside those four walls.

That house is where nightmares come from. Hated by my brothers; degraded by my mother; abused by my barely existing father. My whole life revolved around him and all the males from both this house and the church. Mother and I literally have no voice or vote. Whatever they say and do, we must obey and follow to the letter. Heck, once father was done beating me, mother would simply pull me side to either tell me how to behave next time he visited or beat me up some more saying that I have to think of his words as if God himself is talking to me. But that never felt right to me especially if you want to be compared to such high power.

But I am not running just because of the abuse which is enough reason to make anyone leave, I'm running for what I heard earlier this week their words still echoing in my head. My whole body is literally in a fight or flight mode but all fight in me is gone and my flight mixed with adrenaline is beyond strong.

"She's too young." Mother's voice echoes in my head as I continue to run, my camping bag full of clothes and other necessary stuff hitting my back.

"She's a woman in the eyes of God. She's ready." Father's empty voice talks back, my head turning to look ahead.

"Will he take good care of her?" Mother asks after a minute of silence, my balance thrown off by a random rock.

"Aaron will take good care of her and in time she'll be his wife with many children to come." Father answers as I take a quick glance to my right to make sure that no one is coming up from that side of the road.

Remembering their words just made me run faster than ever, time finally catching up to me knowing that I have a lot of ground to cover from this point to my bike and just thinking of how long it will take me from here to the city made me re-think my decision. But I rather run in the cold than wait to be wed with my older cousin that I barely know. How is that right in the eyes of God? How is that right in anyone eyes? Why would a 20-year-old marry a 13-year-old?

So, for almost a year I ran from Northern Utah, slowly making my way to the southern east coast. Surviving with the money and silver trinkets that I stole and eating cheap dollar food, my paranoia kept me away from trouble and out of sight. Never stay more than two weeks in a city, avoid small towns for they all know notice when someone new is around, don't make friends, do not ride with strangers, pan-handle only for two hours but never in the same location and always stay in shelters. Good Samaritans are only in shelters.

Changing tactics this winter instead of going south where is a bit warmer as I did the first months of my run to avoid the cold I decided to go north just in case someone is predicting my moves. So when I took a bus in Virginia I was meant to stop somewhere in Maryland or in Pennsylvania but to my surprise I ended up in Gotham, New Jersey. Apparently the bus added a route during my nap and the driver didn't notice me in the very end of the bus.

"This is just great." I moan standing at the exit of the bus station, holding in the urge to throw a rock at the guy that's sitting at the bus booth. Funny how a man is brave and confident when sitting behind a bullet proof glass.

(Maybe this will be good for me.) I thought pulling my bag to be in front of me, struggling to take out my navy color coat.

Taking in the somber snow covered city, I walk away from the station. The deeper I went the more I thought about my plan, a small shiver going through my body as I take in the city. The place looks less dark up close and not as scary as the news make it seems. Maybe I could stay here longer than my usual two weeks just to see how things go. This is a huge city, not like Houston or Miami, and if the rumors are true this city is a maze which I can use for my advantage.

"I'll give this place at least a month just for the hell of it." I shrug grabbing an apple from a distracted vendor.