Molly Magnet

Prolog:

All I had to do was lay low and not exposed for the mutant that I was, then I could start over in a new city. I could try for a normal life by getting a normal job like being a waitress or something, but as most thing in my life nothing ever turns out the way I want them too.

1 - Laying low

I was minding my own busyness with my green duffle bag tucked behind my head trying to rest my eyes, but some guy had come in and sat down on the bench a crossed from me. He was a good looking white guy had to be about the same age as me, if not older. He had lit brown hair and bright green eyes. He glanced at me for second, then he leaned back on the bench looking around at the almost empty train station.

I closed my eyes. Chink, I opened my eyes to see the guy had pulled out a Zippo metal lighter letting a small flame burn for a moment then, chunk, he closed it with one swift with his right hand. He continued to open and close the lighter. I closed my eyes wishing that I hadn't broken my CD player. Chink. Yet another reason I hate my powers of magnetism. I could generate a electromagnet pulse when I get scared or mad anything that is metal pays the price, which in the case of my CD player I fried it. Sometimes they come in handy like getting money from ATM's and if I get into a fight, but other than that I don't like to use them.

I had enough with the guy and his lighter flipping. "Could you stop that?" I asked with a glare.

"Why?"

"Cause I like to rest and the flipping isn't helping much," I said.

"Oh," He said and he kept flipping.

"Could you please stop?"

"No,"

"Why?"

"Just cause,"

"If you don't stop I will," I started to say.

"Or you will do what girlie?" He said flipping the lighter open and sucking the flame out of the lighter into the palm of his hand making it grow larger. Great, out of all the places to meet an other mutant. I just lifted my hand and took his lighter away, causing the flame to go out on his hand. "Hey."

"I did warn you," I told him holding his lighter in my hand.

"Well, well. Your a mutant too," He grinned.

"Wow, what was your first guess?" I joked.

"My name is Pyro," He introduced himself. "What's yours?"

"Mac," I answered.

"Mac can you give me my lighter back?" He asked

"Why should I? Your name is Pyro, how do I know that your not a part of some mutant terrorists organization, and you plan is to burn this station down?"

"Do I look like a terrorist?"

I glared at him. How do I get into these types of situations? "You don't look one, but if I give you the lighter do you promise not to make anymore noise?"

"Sure," he answered. I hovered the lighter back to him, where it landed in the palm of his hand. I closed my eyes and trying to get some rest. A few minutes past. "So where you headed?"

I opened my eyes and shot him a look. "What? I am only trying to make a conversation. I don't like quiet," He told me. "It makes me antsy."

He started to flip open his lighter and I rolled my eyes. "I thought you promise not to do that?" I asked sitting up.

"Yeah, but I had my fingers crossed," He grinned. I lifted my hand and I was just about to take away the lighter. "I will stop if you just talk with me."

I put my hand down. "Fine," I answered. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Well I already asked you a question, So how about starting with that one?"

I sighed. I really should just take his lighter and run, but that would take to much effort, I thought quickly "New York," I lied. Like I am going to tell the truth to a complete stranger at a train station. "How about you?"

"New York too, or I would be sitting here waiting for the same train," He answered. "What can you do? Cause you already know what I can do."

I lifted my hand and he tucked his lighter away. "I am not going to take your lighter, besides if I wanted to I could just rip it out of your pants," I joked. I concentrated on the soda can on floor next to him. I lifted it up crushing it into a tight metal ball then shaping it into a shape of a cube. "I can control metal, so I guess I am a big magnet so to speak."

"Cool, your power remind me of my boss," He smiled.

"Really? Who's your boss?" Just as I asked the metal cube flew out of my hand.

I turned my head to see a old man with snow white hair and bright blue eyes. He had a black cape draped around him with a red helmet tucked under his right arm. He held the metal cube I had made in his left. "That would be me," He said. Crap, this isn't my day.