Hello, everyone! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of MNX-G! I am probably updating five to six more chapters after this so do not be surprised if the story gets good then it drops off the side of the map. I am working as hard as I can here!

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I look back towards the building again and realize that the best way in is the only way in, courtesy of the policemen's blockade of the city block on street level. It was through the window where the little girl was last seen. I pick the window out of the multiple windows blown out from the intense heat and walk all the way back to the back edge of the building I was on. I take a moment and close my orbital lenses to take a calming deep breath, then open my eyes wide and start sprinting towards the edge facing the flames. As I jump from the edge of the building's scaffold, I feel an adrenaline rush like I always do before I use my powers. I suppressed the intoxicating urge, knowing if I did, my free-lifestyle would end within 24 hours. I curled up into a ball as I approached the window and broke through it easily. I quickly regained a defense posture and looked around, seeing the little girl huddled up in the only corner where the flames hadn't reached in the room we were in.

I walked through the flames and scooped the terrified girl in my arms; she looked scared enough to jump into Satan's arms if it meant getting out. I was ready to jump out the same window I came in and on the wide open street below but the floor started to give out from the extra weight of a certain teenager. I curse a favorite four-letter word, looking around for another way. I saw the apartment door and pushed through it into the oven-like hallway.

Flames were on the right side of me but on the left side there was a window that was wide open, probably from the residence escaping down the fire escape earlier that evening. I run quickly towards the window, knowing the floor was collapsing all around me and dived through the widow with the girl curled against me and away from the hot flames. The moment I feel a breeze of cool night air on my skin, I sensed the building fall into a million burning pieces around me and the now unconscious girl. I land on my back and performed a few rolls down the alleyway to break my fall instead of breaking my neck on impact.

As I lay there catching my breath, I hear the little girl moan in my arms and laid her down on the sidewalk. Safe now with the fresh air surrounding us and not a fiery hell hole. I saw a firefighter that was passing the alleyway and yelled to get his attention. His eyes got big and, as he turned to call for an EMC to get over the rubble between us and them, I ran down the rest of the alley and jumped over the ten-foot tall fence. Safely separating me from the prying eyes of the rescuers and the now happy and joyous parents of the girl I rescued. I peeped through the old fence holes for a second and see them retrieve the now-awakened girl and reunite her with her mother and father by the ambulance, stationed at the end of the alleyway.

I smile at the thought of her living a happy quiet life and started comparing it to my life on the run...I quickly shake those thoughts from my head and turn away from that scene to race down on the street opposite of the fire. Fighting tears of sadness and anger at her fortune and my unhappiness, I make a round-about way to my backpack underneath the dumpster. I see that the fiction novel I bought a week ago, my computer with the no GPS tracking ability at all and the two shirts, pair of jeans and shoes I own to my name are all in one piece. I double-check everything in the bag and start to make my way towards Times Square, about ten blocks away from the fire. I decide it would be best to spend the night in Central Park and make my way out-of-town early the next morning when it would not be that conspicuous with school still in session for another week or so.

I walk down the wide and strangely calm streets until I come to a halt in front of a jewelry store. I glance at my reflection and see the sparkling and determined lavender eyes with thick and curly blonde hair tied back in a messy pony tail by a rubber band. My once clean face had smudges of ash from the fire and I wipe it off with the sleeve of my jacket.

I glanced at the widow's reflection again and see a fight approaching me from behind me, probably originating from the late-night bar across the street. As I turn around, I see the loser crash to the ground, knocked out cold with a punch by one of the other guys, a few feet away from me. He had almost navy blue hair and sideburns that made him look wild. He also had a stench of alcohol on his breath which didn't improve my view of him. The guys who won went back inside the bar across the street and I walk around the unconscious man and buy myself a bottle of water and two cheeseburgers inside a convenience store beside the jewelery store as a reward for my hero effort that evening. I get about half-way down the street and that's when my consciousness gets the best of me.

I groan to myself for taking pity on people who are not able to do anything about a situation and turn around to walk back to the place where the guy was still laying on the sidewalk. I think over how many times this was a bad idea but I had a weak spot for the underdogs in a fight, especially if they are outnumbered (it was four sober vs one drunk). As I stroll up to him, he starts to stand up and I catch him on my shoulders before he falls to the ground, thanks to his earlier drinks.

"You should sit down until you have some food and coffee in you. A clear head to go with it would be even better." I set him down on the curb and he looks up at me with the darkest eyes I had ever seen. He asked me in a slurred and impossibly drunk voice, "Leave me…be. I don't…need your help…"

I give him a questionable look over and see a gleam of a key ring hanging out of his front pocket. "Did you drive here from somewhere?"

He didn't respond and when I poked at him, asking the same question for a few seconds, I realized he was asleep, basically a dead drunk to the world for about ten to fifteen hours. I sighed and took out the keys from his pocket and I also found a wallet and driver's license as well.

It stated that his name was Logan and he lived in Bayville, Virginia at a place called Xavier's Institution for Gifted Young People. I look at the picture with the card and it seemed like paradise. The picture had a huge white mansion situated above a cliff situated above the town, Bayville I suspect. It had a number for this Charles Xavier and an address. I glanced at the drunken man and back at the card thinking, 'I wonder if he used to live there, maybe he still lives there. One way or the other, I feel sorry for the other person that was (or is?) rooming with him.'

I look around the neighborhood and only see a motorcycle fitted for one and a half persons. I take the keys and try them; they fit right in and start the bike up immediately. I pull it around to where he was lying by walking along the piece of metal and machine. I loaded him on the bike to the point where his arms would hang around me while I drove in front. I laid him out on the bike and went inside the bar to ask someone for a map to Virginia. It must have been either a slow night or that I looked like trouble caused the owner to get me a map quick, for no charge and wished me luck for some reason.

I took the map, marked the quickest way to Bayville, Virginia and then located a nearby payphone. I called the Xavier's Institute number so they would not be completely surprised to find a friend/associate/buddy drop in unannounced. Hey, I might be a runaway teenager but that doesn't mean I don't have any manners what-so-ever! It rang for over three minutes but nobody answered so I just left a voice message on the voice box saying that Logan was coming home with a teenager driving him from NYC. I gave a list of rest stops along the route I picked to travel (just for when they wanted to meet up with us).

With that done, I hung up the payphone and took about three minutes to put a helmet on him and a smaller one on me. I got on the motorcycle in front of him without his body falling off the side and started the bike' engine. It wasn't until I saw the river's reflection of the city lights behind me as we rode over a bridge that I realized that I was a complete IDIOT for doing this. I could only come up with five distinct, completely stupid but still logical reasons:

1. I had to get out of the city anyway AND I didn't want to walk or use my method of travel anywhere for a few days,

2. This guy would have frozen within the hour of lying there on the street curb,

3. I did not understand how but I felt an urge to help this guy for some strange reason,

4. He looked so pathetic, looking like he was about to die in the street and,

5. Virginia sounded like a nice place to start all over (maybe the open areas for me to do easy up-and-away maneuvers).

?! HOURS LATER

I drove that red, yellow and black-colored bike until the sun was starting to dip below the horizon to our right side. We were about fifty miles away from my third planned spot when I had to pull over. I had gone a whole day without sleep and I needed to pull over and sleep or I would crash the bike with Logan and me flattened on the pavement like pizza. I saw a nice looking trailer diner and joined motel up ahead and pulled into the small, easy-access parking lot. I awkwardly parked the motorcycle while attempting to keep Logan on my back and not fall towards the ground. He was still dead asleep after twelve hours! How much did he drink to stay asleep this long?!

A man was standing outside the side entrance to the kitchen and watched me pull up, giving me a confused and worried look. He had brown chestnut hair with an accommodating beard to boot. His chocolate-colored eyes widened a bit as he saw that a teenager was driving instead of the person he seemed to expect. He had an apron with grease stains covering it and a sloppy looking chief's hat resting on his almost bald head. I had deduced that he was a cook on break and having a smoke when he had to ask me the one question I didn't have an answer for (yet). "Who are you?"

I was almost gave my real name but caught myself in time from years of practice. "My name is Fawn and that is my uncle…Larry," nodding towards Logan leaning against on the seat. "We were heading to my mom's house in North Carolina from New York. Unfortunately, he fell asleep from some drinks he had earlier last night and since she is expecting us tomorrow morning I have to drive there or until he wakes up." The cook nodded and asked the holy question of questions, "Do you need to rest a couple of hours?" I pulled out my shy and embarrassed face from my deck of cards and responded cautiously, "I don't have any money; he used half of his money on drinks and the rest of it went to getting gas this afternoon in the last town." The cook's face softened to a piece of cotton and said what I hoped he would say. "It doesn't matter. I'll tell Old Granny your situation and things will work out just fine." He smiled a wide and confident smile and motioned me to follow him into the diner by the check-in area and front door.

I glanced at Logan one last time and followed the cook into the side doorway after adjusting Logan on the motorcycle and taking the helmet completely off. The head waitress looked like she was born in this dinner, grew up in the diner and would die in the food serving trailer. She had gray white hair all put up in a curly mess on top of her head and out of her semi-wrinkled face and kind, generous gray eyes. She had a motherly aura about her and I immediately felt at ease in her presence. Old Granny (also known as Mrs. Hampton) took pity on my story when the cook, Fred, told her and yelled fo someone to set up a room for me and my 'uncle' along with food for me to eat while I was waiting.

She got me a cheeseburger with all the condiments, including ketchup, onions and mustard, French fries with a thin coating of grease and a tall glass of clear soda. I inhaled the food like it was water and I was a fish on dry land. The cast of kitchen members and staff workers looked at me like I had a third eye and Granny gave a laugh so loud everyone starting laughing at my startled expression. Once I finished and cleaned my face off, I made my way to the bike to get Logan to our assigned room, which was the closest room to the dinner. With two other staff members and the cook's help, we were finally able to carry Logan into the room and lay him underneath the closest bed sheets. We were huffing and puffing like the wolf in the Three Little Pigs. Logan was HEAVY; not little 100 pound heavy, I mean he seemed almost 400 pound heavy!

I gave the guys, who were looking at me for an explanation, a confused and uneasy laugh and replied, "Mom said he works out a lot ... maybe it was al his tiny muscles?" They seemed satisfied with that and after thanking them, left us. I set my pack of small belongings underneath my bed and sat on the bed for a moment looking at Logan before seeing what time it was. It was sunset when we pulled in and the sun was long gone. The red glowing lights stated that it was 10:15 pm. I took a shower after locking the door and put on some of the clothes one of the waitress' granddaughter's gave me and crawled over the bed to the bed stand in between the two queen sized beds.

I sleepily wrote a small, detail note to Logan about how he got in a bed in the middle of nowhere, what our names were to the bed and breakfast employees, and what our story was to them. You know, just in case he wanted to ditch me before I arose from my deep slumber. I left the note under his bike keys on top of the TV guide and checked out to Dream World; with no care in the world at that moment. I dreamed a blessed dream with no labs, no white coats and definitely no running away from the stuff of nightmares that I grew up with since two years of age. Instead I saw visions of the Earth from a bird's point of view and I was content for the first time since I saw the fire in New York.

SOOOOO?! How do you like it so far? Can you guess what power she is dreaming about at the end? I will not reveal that tidbit of information until the next few chapters! (insert EVIL LAUGH SOUNDS!) MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Anyway, before I even posted this chapter there has been a story alert for this story! THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME CONFIDENCE, Ilovewriting618! Well, I hope that others can appreciate what you see after I post the rest of these chapters! I hope to see more people R&R in a few days! See you next time on MNX-G!