Just Breath

Just breath, you will be fine, I hope She took one last breath and walked through the open doors of the Bank of America. The man she was walking beside was pale white with freckles. He was wearing a dirty white baseball cap covering his straw colored hair. He was wearing a blue BYU shirt with his name on the back, Fred, that's fitting. It looked old and worn. He was wearing Kaki shorts that showed his long skinny legs. She looked at him once again just to make sure she would remember him when the time came not because he is cute. She told herself. He didn't seem to notice her and that was all the better. Once she was inside she took a look around. There were four cameras in the place no big deal. She smiled and went into the bathrooms. She changed there making sure the small pistol was still in her pocket she stepped back outside. With the silencer she shot out all four of the cameras, having to shoot at the third one two times. No one seemed to notice though. Thanking the man, who had given her the silencer, in her head she walked up to the counter.

"Hi, how can I help you?" She smiled sweetly before throwing him the bag.

"You know what you can do? You could fill this bag up for me." She told him. His face fell and he suddenly looked scared. "Now." She said forcefully. Guys She thought, rolling her eyes

Fred turned to see a blond girl standing in front of Gordan, the teller. She seemed solely interested on him which was normal to Fred. That was until he saw her tapping a gun on the counter. I'm going to die Butterflies swarmed his stomach. He quickly hid behind a booth and dialed 911 on his cell phone. He didn't even make it past hello before he heard his name.

"Fred?" Her voice was too sweet and a shiver ran through his body. I'm really going to die. "Fred why don't you come on out from there and hang up." He stepped out and faced her. She was not hiding anything about her features. She was tightly tanned and had dark blue eyes and had brown hair. She was about 5 2". Fred knew he should take in every detail to help the police but for some reason his eyes didn't leave hers until he blinked. It broke his spell. She was wearing a brown shirt with black pants. Around her neck was a black dog studded collar with a whiste on the end. The thing that struck him odd was the fact she was bare foot. She was in Arizona summer for crying out loud. Her feet would be burned to a crisp if she stepped out there.

"Why don't you have shoes?" Keep her distracted, yea, keep her talking like in the movies.

"You're good Fred but now I must say bye." She grabbed the sack and was walking out the door when the sirens started. She froze. She could feel her eyes go wide and her mouth drop. She had done this before. What happened? She backed up back into the bank and dropped to the floor. She looked at the sack and tossed it back to the teller. Then she stared at the ground. I'm only a kid for crying out loud. I don't want to go to jail. No I won't go they can't make me. She stood up and ran out the front door. The cops watched in surprise as she bolted one fired and hit her in the thigh. She screamed but kept going determined. She ran around corner after corner trying to get away. When she was sure she was safe she changed again. She started running but she couldn't keep her shape. It took to much effort and the pain was unbearable. She collapsed and soon her hard breathing turned to sobs. She dragged herself behind a dumpster and laid there sobbing.

Xavier School for the Gifted:

Xavier felt the pain but couldn't concentrate on her. She was going to die soon if no one helped her. He could fell the life rushing from her. If no one else would, he would try. She was most likely in trouble from her powers any ways. It was obligation to help. Storm take Jean and Scott bring her back here. Xavier watched her as she cried. He could hear her or so he thought. "Help me please. I'm not ready I don't want to die. I must keep fighting." Then there was silence. Xavier turned off sorebro. As he was going down the hall he felt Rogue. Rogue? Get a room ready we are going to have a visitor. 'Yes sir'

Flagstaff, Arizona

She was in a hospital bed with an IV in her arm. She didn't know why but it hurt her more than the stupid gun wound. But that wasn't why she was mad right now. She was mad because officer Kyle was trying to question her. She didn't care if it wasn't him who had shot, her leg hurt and one of them did it. Now he was trying to get information out of her. Shoot first ask later

"What's your name?" She looked at him in confusion. Acting dumb is so much fun "What is your name? What do people call you?" Her expression didn't change. But she could feel a smile coming. He sighed short and fast and stood up. He went over to his partner, Hawkins, and he sat down.

"Now listen girl, what is your name?" She scratched her head in confusion. Hawkins pulled out a snickers bar from his pocket. "What about now?" She cocked her head at him and smiled. Does he think I'm an idiot? "What do you want?"

"Not to go to jail." She said simply. She wasn't going to lie about that. She had no intentions of going there. They would have to shoot her again before she went there.

"Well I can't promise that, you did steal money from a bank with a gun. From where I'm from that's called armed robbery. Then you resisted arrest. So we can't just let you go now can we? So would you please tell me your name?" She shook her head. Why cooperate?

A man came in holding a piece of paper. "Hawkins her name is K.C. Miller."

"K.C? That's a pretty cool name."

"My name isn't K.C. It is Tala."

The man with the paper continued. "She is a runaway from Northern California. Been gone for almost two months now. Apparently she has been shoplifting two times her whole way here. Both times were Texaco's. She racked up a total of 30 dollars in all."

"Do you have thirty dollars with you, K.C?"

"I told you my name isn't K.C."

"Right now that isn't the problem the problem is the fact that you have a thirty dollar debt. " She just looked at him. He has to be kidding thirty bucks? Wow that's a whole lot "Do you have thirty bucks?"

"No." She said. This is crazy. Who cares about a measly thirty bucks?

The door opened and in walked the doctor walked in. He looked at her then signaled for Kyle. They spoke in whispers to each other. Then Kyle came over to her.

"K.C. did you have a run in with wolves?"

"Why?"

"Because they found wolf fur on your clothes, we were wondering how it got there."

"Does it matter? It could just be dog. Anyone with pets has animal fur on their clothes."

"K.C. what were you doing with wolves?"

"I just pet one no big deal."

"No one just goes up and pets a wolf. It would have bitten your arm off."

"No they wouldn't. If you ever found a lone wolf you wouldn't be able to get near it unless it was hurt and there is nothing more dangerous than a hurt animal. That's when they are short tempered and trying to protect themselves. No the only way you could get close to that wolf is ifs whole pack is there. Now that's when you should be scared especially if they have pups. Packs can kill a person."

"You talk as if you have been around them a lot."

"What can I say? I love wolves." They did save my life after all. No it Hawkins turn to ask.

"So where did you get the wolf hair from?"

"I have one." Or more

"What do you mean have one?"

"Do you have a dog, cat, anything?"

"Yes I have a dog."

"Well how you have a dog I have a wolf. Or did actually."

"Did?"

"Well I'm going to jail aren't I? Won't see him for a while." Hawkins laughed laughed. The guy had the gull to laugh.

"Did you really think you were going to jail?" She shrugged feeling stupid. "Well don't worry your not. You didn't get away with any money. However you do get to a cell all to yourself until your parents come and pick you up and pay off your debt."

"No I'm not going back. You can't make me." He smilled.

"Where are you going to go?"

"I got through once. I'll just do it again."

"What is at home that made you want to leave?" She turned her face away and closed her eyes. He was there looking at her no pity as blow after blow came. She shuddered and opened her eyes.

"Nothing, I want to sleep." She turned onto her stomach careful of the iv and went to sleep. But he was there with those hateful eyes. She felt the tears, she had been so careful to get away and now it would all be ruined because she was dumb enough to get caught. She cried softly and fell asleep.

Around 12 K.C. woke up suddenly. She looked around but couldn't remember what had awoken her. She sat up and looked at the IV. Disgusted she took it out, it hurt so bad. She got up and tried to walk the pain was horrible but she convinced herself she could make it to her clothes. She did and she changed as fast as she could. Her pants were still blood soaked she didn't care she was getting out. She walked over to the door and jiggled the handle. It was locked. She cursed the police and went and sat on the chair. Her room only had one way out and that was through the door. She sat and waited. About three hours later the door opened. She didn't wait for who ever is was to come through. She 'ran' out the door and down the hall. Of course her leg wouldn't let her run and it cramped up. She fell on the ground but didn't stop she started inching her way on the ground doing an army crawl. Someone grabbed her foot to stop her. Unfortunately it was the wounded leg they pulled on. She screamed and curled into the fetal position.

"I'm so sorry are you ok?" K.C looked up at her and whimpered. She was a tall lady with white hair and a skinny body. K.C. whimpered again and hugged herself tighter. Death had to be better than this pain she thought. 'Actually it isn't. That won't go away pain will.' That wasn't her thinking. That voice was softer than hers. 'We want to help you.' Leave me alone please. Get out of my head. I don't know you. 'We want to help you. Look at us.' She couldn't resist she looked up. In front of her were two teenagers. One was a girl, she had long red hair and a pale complexion. The guy had short brown hair and red sunglasses.

"What do you want?"

"Are you K.C. Miller?" It was the white haired lady.

"So what if I am? I told you I'm not going back."

"Go back where?" The redhead this time.

"No where. Now if you don't mind I'm trying to get out of here."

"With the police right behind you?" The guy asked. K.C. looked behind her and sure enough they were both there trying not to laugh. She groaned and pulled herself over to the wall and leaned against it. What am I going to do? I can't go back. 'Why not' GET OUT OF MY HEAD. She threw up a wall surrounding her mind. Leave me alone.

"You have two choices K.C." Hawkins was saying. "You can either go with these people and attend their school or wait for your mom to come." She looked at them and thought about it for a while.

"I think I want to take my chances with them." She decided. They nodded their heads and went to go get her things. The three she hadn't met stood with her. The white haired woman extended her hand.

"Hello K.C. I'm Storm. This" she pointed to the redhead. "is Jean and His name is Scott." She shook all their hands. They after all were the reason she was getting out of going home. The police came back. They handed her an envelope and she opened it. In it was a small silver whistle on a brown cord and a wallet. In it was thirty bucks she gave it to them and they still looked at her expectantly.

"What? She asked

"Didn't we tell you each camera was a hundred dollars?" She looked at them in disbelief.

"But I don't have four hundred dollars." Kyle shrugged his shoulders

"Guess you will just have to wait for your mom."

"But she will make me go back." She cried in despair.

"Then you will just have to go back home." She shook her head. No I won't go back there I can't. I'll die.

"We will pay for her. She can pay us back later." Storm said.

"Are you sure? She might run away when times get hard. Apparently that's what she did at home." Kyle informed them. K.C. was still reeling in disbelief. These people she didn't know were willing to help her.

"I won't leave I promise at least until I pay my debt." Strom stuck out her hand and lifted her up.

"We will take our chances. Thank you." She helped K.C. walk out the hospital. Scott pulled out his wallet and handed them 400 hundred dollars. He smiled at them and left with Jean.

Outside K.C. felt so much better. She put the whistle around her neck and then gave it a long soft blow. Storm looked at her but heard nothing. Confused she looked at K.C. She saw them they were right there waiting for her. She ran to them or tried. Eventually she had to walk and drag her leg. But she was going towards them. When she reached the edge of the forest the wolve jumped on her. She cried as she hugged him. Storm walked up and he looked at her. He started growling but K.C. touched him and he looked at her. Something passed between them and she was on her knees hugging him. Thank you so much for taking care of me. I will miss you so much. Tell the pack I will miss them. He touched his nose on hers and then licked her cheek before turning and running home to his pack. K.C. felt as if a part of her had been taken away. Tears streaming down her cheeks she looked at Storm. She bowed her head in shame.

"I'm sorry I know I told you I wouldn't run away but I had to say goodbye." Storm didn't say a word she just stepped closer to her and touched her shoulder.

"It is ok K.C. I will never know what you felt for that wolf but I would have wanted to say goodbye too." K.C. cried harder and Strom brought her into an embrace. Three minutes later she stopped and looked at Storm.

"Sorry I think I drenched your shirt."

"It is ok. Are you ready to go?" K.C. nodded and walked with Storm into a new life.

Hey you guys I know this story is well I don't know but I would just like to ask you to review. Thanks