Chapter 1

A/N: Ok, so because I'm impatient, I'm sharing this early. It's how I roll. This story differs greatly from what I'm used to. This is a lot like marvel mutants and DC metahumans, but it isn't a crossover and there will be no mutant talk. This story is mostly BPOV but there will be some other POV as needed. This was pre-read by my girls- Maplestyle, SassyNoles, and 2 brown eyes, I heart them so much and I can't thank them enough. Also, the amazing Alice'sWhiteRabbit beta'd this and she rocks. Not much more to say, so let's get onto it.

BPOV

I slammed the front door shut and threw my backpack unceremoniously on the floor by the door. It was the same shit every day at school, and I was growing tired of having to deal with the people there.

"Bella?" I heard my mom call from the kitchen.

"Shit," I swore under my breath. "Yeah, Mom. It's me." I picked up my backpack, hung it on the rack, and shrugged out of my jacket. I headed into the kitchen.

My mom took one look at my face, and she just seemed to know. "What happened?"

"Nothing new, Mom. Teenagers are just mean."

"Oh, honey. You haven't made any new friends since Alice and Rose left?"

I shook my head. I hated talking about this… again. My mom thought that having only two friends I was close with was problematic. Add in that they were sisters, fraternal twins, it just spelled trouble. But the problem wasn't a falling out or a fight.

Their parents had died in a horrible car accident. I remember Alice was a wreck after it happened. Apparently, their parents had relatives who were willing to take care of Alice and Rose, so they ended up moving out of state. I'd heard from them more often at first, but then communication came less before it stopped all together.

It didn't make sense; we had grown up together. We were friends since we were five years old. Eleven years of friendship is a long time to just turn around and disappear. I tried to push the thought out of my head. Whatever, they know where to find me. They had been very vague about where they were, so I couldn't find them if I wanted to, and I really wanted to. Everything went to shit when they left.

Everything came flooding back to me every time my mom brought them up, so I excused myself and went to my room, slamming the door. I leaned against the door, feeling the emotions welling up in me, and the buzzing and tingling feeling all over my body got stronger. I closed my eyes tight and tried to control myself. "Not now, not now." I shook my arms and rolled my neck. The buzzing and tingling feeling lessened, and I let out a deep breath. I looked across the room in my mirror and saw all the pictures of us, and the white-fiery anger leapt in me, and I flicked my hand toward the mirror. The glass in it froze solid, cracking in several places. "Fuck!"

The first time I froze something with my hands happened completely innocently. I was drinking a glass of water and kept thinking how it would be nice to have some ice so it could be colder. The next thing I knew, the glass shattered, and what was water was now a solid block of ice. I thought at first that it had to be some weird event. I either imagined it or it had never happened.

The second time was after Rose and Alice left. Lauren Mallory was behind me in the lunch line and shooting her mouth off like always. I don't know what happened, but suddenly, she fell flat on her ass, and there was a sheet of ice where she had been. She started whining about suing the school, and I was able to slink away with no one the wiser. Since then, it happened more and more frequently when my emotions were running high. I could usually stop it when I was sad, but when I got mad, all bets were off.

The anger was the worst part. I felt it constantly burning, simmering below the surface. I could see that someday I was just going to snap. With this new power and not knowing what it was, I had shut myself in. I made no new friends because I never tried to. Before all this started, I was happy, outgoing, and energetic. Now I was withdrawn, tired, and sad.

I pulled my black hair back with a hair tie, surveying the damage to my mirror. As I pulled all the pictures off the frozen glass, I remembered my mom's reaction to me dying my normal mahogany hair black. She had cried, to which I just rolled my eyes. It was just a hair color. It wasn't like I'd chopped it all off, which was a thought, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I glimpsed my eyes in the mirror, and my normal green eyes were a dark blue shade. I frowned at my reflection and studied my eyes up close. They looked almost… inhuman. I'd never seen that color of eyes on anyone not wearing contacts. How the hell was I going to hide my eyes. I could probably tell my classmates that I was wearing contacts, but not my parents. They would definitely think I was on drugs if I wore sunglasses inside.

That was another theory from my mom. That I was on drugs. My dad wasn't as neurotic as my mom. "Ree, she's just a teenager, and she's figuring out who she is," he had told her. God love him, but he was stupid. I wasn't figuring out who I was; who I had been was falling apart at the seams, and I had no one to anchor me back to who I was. As with every other day, I faked it until it was time to go to bed. Only then was I free to fall apart.

F&F

The next day at school, I knew it was going to be a disaster even before I got there. By the time I pulled my truck into a parking spot, I was so agitated it took me a few minutes before I could even get out of the car without wanting to just turn the parking lot into a skating rink. Honestly, the desire was there, but I didn't know if it was something I could pull off. I walked in the building, made it to my locker, and noticed that Lauren and her mean girl clique were waiting at my locker, presumably for me.

This was another reason I was so angry at Rose and Alice for leaving. Lauren and her posse wouldn't mess with me if they were still here. Granted, I'd changed a lot since my friends left, but it still didn't explain why Lauren was tormenting me. I know Rose and Alice didn't want to leave, but the silence I was getting from them made me think they had still more or less moved on. Most likely busy making new friends who weren't freaks. I bypassed my locker, hoping this group of girls wouldn't test the tentative hold I had on my anger.

Continuing down the hall past them, I realized that my bad luck was still holding. Lauren yelled out to me. I'd planned on continuing to walk and not let her get to me, but she called me the one word that I'd already been berating myself with.

"Hey, freak!"

Seeing red, that anger I'd been controlling for so long was unleashed. The burning and tingling erupt all over my body, and I felt a cold I had never experienced before envelope me. I dropped my hands to my side and turned to glare at her, and she looked truly terrified. Before I could even consciously decide, I pointed my palm at her feet, and a sheet of ice formed, rooting her feet to the floor. This just made me advance on her, and I grabbed her arm, the chill of my hand causing the goosebumps to form on her arms. Her skin started to turn red where I was touching her, like a freezer burn, and I realized I was hurting her, her cry of pain confirmation enough for me. I immediately let go of her, realized there was a group of people gathering, and then I noticed myself. My hands and arms were an ice blue color. I looked at my reflection in the window near us. My black hair was blonde, and my eyes were that dark blue color.

I heard my name being called and noticed the principal making his way toward us. I picked up my backpack that I had dropped and ran toward the exit. People were more than happy to get out of my way. I never stopped running until I got to my car. Once home, I slid inside the house, and when I was inside my room, I started pacing. I knew they kicked me out of school. I didn't need to stick around for that disaster to play out. My parents wouldn't understand, and even though there was an entire school that saw what had happened, I knew my parents would start thinking I was crazy if I told them I had some weird ice powers. I grabbed the duffel bag under my bed and threw my favorite clothes into it. I pulled the loose floorboard up where my cash was. It was all the money I'd saved from my summer jobs and the ones I did this fall. It wasn't a fortune, but it was enough to get gas and some food for a few days. I was old enough to get a job, so I would just have to travel far enough away, and then I could figure everything out.

Grabbing everything I could take with me, I shoved it all into my truck, and then went inside my house for the last time. I left a letter for my dad. He would explain it to my mom, and hopefully, they would see me leaving was the only option. I couldn't put them through being the parents of the town freak, and I couldn't stay and possibly end up hurting them. After writing my letter out, I looked down at my shaky hands. They were still blue but not as bad as before, but this still made me cry. I was having to leave everything behind and start over. How was I supposed to do that looking like… a Smurf? I slammed my hand down on the counter and ice formed under my hand. Well, time to go. I folded the letter, writing DAD on the front, and rushed out the door.

The closest state from where I lived in Washington was Oregon. It seemed kind of obvious to go to Portland—I had to find somewhere smaller. I started my truck and headed toward the Oregon border. I would decide once I got far enough away from Washington. I never knew waking up this morning that before lunchtime, I would officially be a runaway.

A/N: Alright, so how do we feel. Seems like Bella is in quite a pickle. Leave a review and let me know. Come join my facebook group Cullenlvr83 Fics. I share pics and teasers. Thank you for reading and reviewing. See you next week lovelies!