Disclaimer: Ok, I wrote one of these in my previous chapter, so go look there!

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Camry kept running. Then she stopped. It was strangely quiet. Where were the sirens! God, she had just robbed a bank, and no one was looking for her? Unless... what if... the mutant law was passed, so what if they were capturing mutants, instead of just registering them? Camry shuddered. She turned, her senses heightened in the dark. She had heard a footstep. A person clothed in black had crept up on her, when she had been lost in thoughts. Several more black-clad figures moved in on her. She was surrounded, and they all had guns. She did the math in her head several times. One small, skinny teenage girl, verses ten or twelve full trained men with guns. Even with her amazing fighting skills, and mutation, the numbers came out the same every time. Bad. Very bad. Nonetheless, she would not come out without a fight. Even if she died. She baled her fists, ready for the first blow. It came at her from behind. She grabbed the extended fist, and crouched down low, throwing the man over her head. The next came at her. And the next. They did not come at her one at a time, rather all at once. She dodged each one. They were not good fighters. They were actually pretty weak. In a matter of minutes, they were all out cold. She spat on the ground by them. Then she ran back the way she had come. Why the hell not? If the bastards took her friends, she sure as hell was going to get them back.

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A/N: ok, ok, I know it's really short, but I'll post again real soon to make up for it!!