" Keep running, don't you dare stop, just keep running". I told myself. My legs burned and I

kept tripping because I could barely keep my eyes open. I had been running for weeks now,

stopping only to eat, and I was low on cash. The only thing I had were the clothes on my back.

The only reason I was able to keep running was—is because I'm sort of a mutant. Long story.

Even then, my body was starting to weaken, and I knew they were getting close. If they catch

me, I'm so dead. But maybe that wasn't such a bad thing…I'm not afraid to die, I'm just afraid

of what they're going to do to me before they kill me. My legs wobbled and I closed my eyes for

just a few seconds (don't try this at home kids) and then it hit me. No, literally, something hit me

and I flew through the air and landed hard, pavement scraping my back. I heard a man swear,

and heard him run over to me. I felt his presence beside and he swore again as I desperately tried

to sit up.

"Woah kid, stay down." He said, putting a gentle but firm hand on my shoulder "What the heck

were you doing running in the middle of the street like that?" he asked.

"I c-c-can't s-s-stay here, they're c-c-coming for me. I have t-to go." I stuttered with tears of pain

and fear in my eyes.

"Who's after you?" he asked, studying my face.

"M-m-mutants, the mutants, I need to get out of here." I said more desperately. I was mad at my

stuttering but couldn't help it. I was cold and afraid.

"Wait, are you a mutant?" he asked. My first instinct was that he wouldn't harm me, but I was

very wary of telling people my secret, so I shook my head. Generally when people heard the

word mutant, they kind of freaked out. He nodded and sighed. He looked back and forth,

seeming to be struggling with something, then he looked me right in the eyes.

"Can you ride?" he asked, gesturing to his motorcycle. Oh, so that's what I was hit with. I

nodded, and he helped me up. My knees buckled and he caught me and scooped my up in his

arms.

"Really that's not n-n-necessary." I said. He ignored that and carried me over to the motorcycle.

I got on awkwardly, and he got on in front of me. He took his brown leather jacket off and

handed it to me.

"T-t-thanks." I've never been on a motorcycle before and this guy was going way over the speed

limit. I buried my face in the back of his shirt and held on for dear life. After a little while, my

brain started working again, and I began to wonder who the heck this guy was and why was he

helping me? Was he a mutant too?

After I don't know how long, we pulled up in front of the huge building. I couldn't read the

sign though, because my vision kept blurring. I pretty much fell of the motorcycle as soon as we

stopped, and the guy caught me right before I hit the ground. He scooped me up in his arms and

starting walking towards the big building.

"Sorry…" I mumbled. "What'd you say your name was?"

"I'm Logan. Hey, don't fall asleep on me kid, try to stay awake." He said. I heard him shout, but

it sounded distant, like he was getting farther and farther away. Then, my vision faded to black.

"What were you thinking trying to run away Scarlet? Your safety is an illusion. You don't belong

with these people. Once they find out your true identity, they will hate you, and you'll come

running back to us." My father's voice echoed in my head, as I lay unconscious. Even now, I

couldn't rest. I struggled to wake up. "Your safety is an illusion." He said. I had to wake up. I

have and get out of here…wherever here is.