I opened the up the door to find a person shaped lump on the institute's doorstep. She looked up; tears streaked cheeks under rapidly changing eyes let me know that this was the girl from the park a few weeks ago. At seeing me she screamed.

"Stay out of my head bitch!" then collapsed in to weeping. Between sobs she gasped. "I need help."

I tried to calm her down while guiding her to the professor.

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Dear Chris,

Thank you for the place to stay and something to eat. I want you to know I did not leave because of you. I needed to know that you would be safe. You are now.

Remember some of the groups I told you about? When I was small my father was a member in one. I guess that wasn't enough for him. He started his own. One that didn't just hunt mutants and harass them but caught them. They did things to children that I can't even bring my self to write.

Two days ago I recognized some of my father's colleges in the park, when they were still there yesterday I knew they were after me, that I was going to be the next child.

I hope that you see now why I left. I will call you when I can.

Love always, your new sister,

Katja

A/N: that's it the story is done. This is the first story I've ever finished. Please tell me what you think.