Hi Everybody…hope everyone is wonderful. Was listening to some music today and I felt the need to write this, I don't really know if I will continue this, I like to start but then it just putters out. So if you want to continue it for me that'd be alright. So email me.

Now to disclaim: I don't own Faith nor do own the X-men (sadly…but imagine what we'd do to them if we did! I can just imagine all the….ooooh another story to write…hmmm..oh yeah disclaiming)


She ran, as fast as she could down the street never looking behind. That could slow her down. She weaved past the parked cars until she came to a side alley. Slipping between the buildings, she kept running, the gang of angry people following her keeping her moving. She kept her eyes a head taking in her surroundings; she was nearing the end of the alley. The dead end of the alley glared at her. She looked around finding proof to support her theory that the alley would be the best way to escape them. She found it, a water pipe leading to the roof of the ten story building. No normal person could make even the first story. The reason she was being chased and the reason for her escape was that she was not normal. She jumped near the first story and climbed, gripping silently her feet every-so-often making a soft scrapping sound, so she stopped using them…they could give her away to the heated mob. She continued climbing using only her upper body strength. She reached the top, landing on the roof, turning she saw the mob reach the alley was and go charging in. Wasting no time she surged in the opposite direction taking a running leap towards the next building, landing with a grunt she continued again jumping to the next building. She smiled and continued to run, jumping from roof top to roof top, turning only when she heard the angry cries of the mob when they found no-one in the alley.

She stopped finally, judging that it was a safe distance she looked over the side of the building and laughed. She had finally landed on the roof of a bar she would like…any other day…but today she had been hit in the face by reality: she wasn't one powerful girl in a demon filled world, she wasn't in control; not really. She couldn't slay the people hunting her, after all this time she knew that that was wrong. All Faith could do now was run, and hide.


It was twelve at night and Logan had spent most of it sitting in a bar drinking beer and playing pool. When he had to get out of the mansion and that's where he went, at least there he could brood in peace…and he would be distracted enough to stop mooning over Jean. He shook his head in disgust at his actions, he needed to move on, Jean had chosen Scott and that was that. Logan walked across the road enjoying breeze. He heard a noise; caught a smell on the air and turned to face the roof of the building to see…nothing. He shrugged and moved towards the park opposite the bar, he decided to walk back to the mansion, despite his healing ability he didn't want to risk driving –and to him it wasn't much of walk.


Faith searched the street a head of her, she only saw a man exiting a bar and walk a long the street – towards the angry crowd. Or at least where she estimated they were. She became concerned although her Slayer sense told her he wasn't human –and since there weren't any demons on the damn planet – that made him a mutant. Sure he looked normal enough, but still, if he got caught by the crowd…so she followed him, jumping to the ground just in time to see him look back to where she had just been.


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