Chapter 2 – Trouble

All she could do was run. If nobody wanted her normal, who would want a mutant? She just kept running down every alley hoping to find an escape to this nightmare. But even though she knew it wasn't, she wanted to believe it.

After running down many alleys, she stopped herself; one reason being that she knew she this was far from a nightmare and wouldn't wake up soon, and the second just because she was running out of air.

She had to face it. She was one of them. She had no one to take her in; she knew if the foster home knew she was a mutant… She shuddered at the thought.

She slid down the nearest wall; all this was so much to take in. Who would give her shelter? Where would she go? After some thinking she remembered something about a town not so far from the city which had a lot of mutants. 'People like me'. The homeless had talked a lot about this nearby city because a lot of mutant occurrences that were of slight interest happened in this nearby place.

She had to find the town. It would be the most practical chance of survival.

'I'm sure once I find them they will accept me… or at least I hope. I am a mutant like them after all.' The word still seemed weird to her. It sounded like mutants were another species, but she was still the same, she didn't feel that much different.

As she wove down another alley she was confronted by 3 'gang boys', a name often used by the homeless, who came out of the shadows of the alleys surrounding her.

"Well, looky what we got here boys. Fresh meat."

It seemed that this was the leader of the small pack. And by the looks on the boy's faces she already knew what they wanted.

"In your dreams."

Normally, she wasn't this brave. But she was mad, confused, and hurt. Mad, because of all the homeless peoples lives gone, just because of one man, and left behind in the alleys with no one to remember who they were. Confused, because she had no where to go, and she had no idea what to do with herself. And hurt, because of society; how someone even as young as her would get rejected by society the instant she would be exposed. Also, she was having the worst day of her life, and with her emotions pent up, she would soon burst, if the boys kept this up.

'Today is not the day to mess with me.'

"Oo, got one with spitfire here boys. Grab her now!"

She dodged and ran back down the alley she came from and ran as fast as she could without stumbling or tripping on anything. She ran down even more alleys until she found a way to escape, or so she thought; but to her disadvantage, it was nothing but a dead end.

Hoping that she had lost them, or they couldn't find her, she held her breath….. silence.

But then there were footsteps of one person… then more. They looked around the corner and saw her shaking body partially recovering from the adrenaline from running so fast.

"Please. Just leave me alone!"

"Can't do that, sweet cheeks."

They all started advancing on her, and something finally snapped at them.

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Her eyes hurt again. She opened her eyes and again the blue beam came out again. She looked at the man and his friends and sure enough not more than a second later they were frozen. She hoped they were not dead as she glanced at them. She quickly stole a glance at them again through the blue vision as best as she could without directly freezing them again. They weren't surrounded in ice, but she had knocked them unconscious and their lips were a light blue.

But when she directed her attention to back to her eyes, she couldn't turn them off. And whenever she closed her eyes, it seemed like the pain of a migraine going through her head.

"TURN OFF! COME ON! TURN OFF YOU STUPID POWERS!"

But they refused to turn off, even with the large yelling. All she could manage without freezing anymore was close her eyes, dealing with the pain.

After a while, stumbling and walking slow, she didn't manage to get anywhere far, but she believed that by the amount of energy she had left, she had gotten farther from the gang boys.

She stopped in her tracks when she heard voices, and by the tone of one of them, it was a fight.

With what she had left, she managed to lean behind a nearby crate, or what she thought was a crate, and listen.