A/N: i forgot the disclaimer! i dont own anything except for Rian Raimes and the plot. that's it. so here's chapter 2. enjoy

"Rian," a voice whispered. It seemed so far away.

"Joey?" I asked, opening my eyes. I saw a room painted all white and a bald man sitting across from me in a wheelchair. He didn't look too old so I wondered how he'd gotten into a wheelchair.

"I am professor Charles Xavier," the man in the wheelchair said. "I run an institute for gifted youth, like yourself." At the word "institute", I instantly thought of my childhood… home. It was basically a square room with bars on the windows and the doors. I remembered it all too well…

"Where am I?" I asked.

"Westchester, New York."

"I wanna go home."

"I'm afraid that's out of the question," he replied bluntly. "Your mutation is too powerful at the moment for you to live amongst… er… regular human beings."

"So not only do you bring me here, you criticize, chastise, and call me a freak."

"I'm not here to chastise you, Rian. I'm here to help you gain control of your gift."

"This isn't a gift. And I don't want it. I want to go home."

"You've wandered from town to town, causing hurricanes, tornadoes in obscure places. Everywhere you go, you get comfortable for a while, until an unexplained phenomenon occurs. When the blame falls on you, you run. I can help you stop running."

I stared at him in horror.

"How do you know all that?" I whispered. "How do you know about my past? No one knows those things."

"It's part of my gift." We're all special.

Had he said that? No. His lips hadn't moved. I knew he hadn't spoken because I hadn't actually heard him. But I had felt his… his voice in my head.

"I am a telepath," he said, almost as if he… "Yes. I can read your thoughts."

"Get outta my head!" I screamed.

"Rian, I assure you,Iwill not use my gift to make you uncomfortable or afraid. I only use it if you truly need me to."

"I'm outta here," I said.

"Where will you go?" he asked.

"Somewhere that isn't here." I rose from the bed, but my legs turned to jelly underneath me.

"You need a little more time," he said. "A few more days. Then if you still want to leave, you may do as you wish." He wheeled out of the room.

I slammed my fists into the soft bed. The door opened.

"Hi. Remember me?" the cheery valley girl. How I loathed her at the particular moment.

"Go away and leave me alone," I grumbled.

"Ok, ok, I understand. You've had a tough night. I just wanted to be friends. 'Cause, like, if you decide to stay, we'll like, totally be roomies." Crap, that sucks.

"I don't think I'm interested in this type of life. I don't want to control this curse. I just want it to go away. I want to forget I even have it."

"So did I when I first found out. I thought I was a freak. But now I know. We're not freaks. And being here at Professor's school has helped a lot. You're among friends."

"Whatever." I had never done well among friends. Friendships for me lasted about a few weeks before they turned on me and shared my secret.

"Ok, well do you, like, wanna meet some of the other students?"

"No. Why don't you leave me alone."

"Fine." With that, she left the room.

"Finally, some peace and quiet," I muttered. Then there was a knock on the window. "It never stops," I said to the ceiling. I looked over and there was a figure standing out side my window with a smirk. I knew that face. It was one of years past. A face from my childhood. It was my mother.