Um…. I kinda forgot to tell people, but in case you haven't noticed, I've been missing for a couple of weeks, even though I said that I'd start with the chapters. Well, that was my bad, I completely forgot about the two week trip I was going to take the night I posted the prologue. Heh…

Avalan: Well, you never claimed to be intelligent.

Ahem. Now, I stall reply to all your gracious reviews, cuz I'm surprised that I got any…

Araz: Okay, you wish has been granted!

Neva: It's good to know that someone likes this! Wait, wait a sec, did you say a third season?! It's not like where I live is a back-water country, it's just that Cartoon Network hasn't been good to me lately… But seriously, I'm going to properly explain Selwyn's power soon… very soon… *cackles insanely* but… I'm

JMJ: Gee, I wonder where you might have heard that before… Say nothing or I'll sic Avvie on you/

Avalan: -_- Grr.

Convincing… Anyway, from now on, all the chapters will be in first person instead of third, as when I was going through the next chapter in my hotel room, I realised that it just wasn't up to scratch so I decided to revert to my preferred style.

Avalan: In other words, she thought it stunk like skunk, and re-wrote it.

*glares flatly* Just do the disclaimer thing and get this weeks torture session over-with.

Avalan: *raps badly* If I owned this plot I would be happy, but since I don't the world is distinctly crappy!

I'm so not with you…

Chapter One: Adaptations

I reached a deserted roadside and, still admiring the huge and wonderful world around myself, started walking down it. There wasn't anything else I could do, really, because I hadn't as such planned what I was going to do once I got out of the base. I was in the middle of what appeared to be a forest going by the thick trees on each side of the road, and all I knew that I was in the general vicinity or America. I knew almost nothing at all at the time.

So I kept walking, and hoping that I might run across a road sign.

The guard bursting into flames was still playing in my head. I was feeling so guilty about it. I had meant to scare him away, not kill him. His horrified shrieks spurred me to walk faster and wrap my arms around myself.

Then I noticed my clothing. I was dressed like I was about to go into surgery or something. A thin white shirt and pants of a similar material; the one size fits all kind. I didn't have any shoes. The people that looked after me never thought that I'd need them, so my feet had always gone un-adorned. Even now shoes feel weird, and I prefer sandals or nothing at all.

As I was saying, I walked. I don't know how long it took, but eventually I came across a sign to the side of the road that helped. 'Welcome to Bayville'

*~*~*~*

Some time later, as the sun was going down I found myself crouching in a dark alleyway, stealing people's wallets in a less than conventional way.

The back-pocket seams burst on every man that passed me by, and I would scoop up the wallets that fell out when no one was looking.

I didn't know too many things about modern society, just what I read in the book that the various scientists gave me in between training, but I did know that if I had enough money, I could get myself a hotel room, and that was what I had intended to do. I could hardly try to live a normal life if I was living in a cardboard box by the side of the road.

So I stole. I wasn't proud of it, I hated using my abilities like that, but I kept telling myself that I had no choice. I knew nothing at the time about the existence of any other freaks; I had never actually thought about it before. Even if I had known, then I wasn't even sure if I would seek them out.

Thoughts of a family and home consumed me and I believed that if I couldn't eventually find my original family then I wouldn't know what to do. It consumed me. I was finally free, and I would make whoever had abandoned me either accept that I wasn't dangerous anymore, of make them understand how much it hurt me to have to grow up alone.

I raided the wallets that I collected and weeded out the actual money I could find and then wandered through the chilly twilight towards the other end of the town rather than the one that I had came in, as it was mostly suburbs. A slightly seedier district would have accommodation I could afford.

And so when I found myself standing outside a ramshackle motel with about three cars in the parking lot I knew that I had found myself a temporary residence. At least until I had established myself a proper identity.

I headed for the front desk.

"Excuse me kind sir, but might I purchase tenancy in one of your rooms?"

I seedy little man behind the counter looked at me like I had just declared I was a swan and had started dancing around the room naked.

I didn't understand what I had said at the time, but later on I realised that my language had been too formal, even though I had just tried to be polite.

"It's ten dollars a night." He said, staring up at me from his magazine.

"Oh, alright then." I murmured, and rifled around in my pocket and pulled out my bundle of notes.

The man checked my note, then reluctantly handed me one of the keys off one of the many hooks on the walls. "You're in room 23."

"Thankyou sir."

I backed out of the main door, and walked quickly across the parking lot to get myself settled.

*~*~*~*

"Pardon me, is this where I can enrol for this school?"

Mwah, and this is where I leave you all.

Avalan: She can't think of anything else to put until the next chapter.

Let me ask you something, why are you my muse again? Why do I put up with you?

Avalan: Cuz no one else will?

You have a point there. Anyway, stress-less all those that want elf-age etc, they're coming in a chapter or two, at the school. There's something wrong with everyone's favourite escapee, and will it blow his cover? Who knows?!

Avalan: Who cares.

Everyone but you.