Chapter Four:
That was it. That was the last fucking straw!
Rocks through her window! That's the punishment that her former friends had come up with for her conformity. Throwing rocks the size of bricks through her window! As if it wasn't enough that she was treated as an outcast now they decided that it would be a good idea to nearly kill her too!
It was bad enough that they had smashed her window to pieces (but this had of course been fixed by a mutant with the power to manipulate glass. So there would be no evidence) the rocks they had thrown had nearly hit her right on the head on more then one occasion. The rock throwing had went on for a good twenty minutes before they eventually got bored and ran off, sniggering.
The upset and isolation Marie had felt earlier that day just vanished right then. Now she felt nothing but seething resentment at the entire school and everybody in it. She didn't know when she definitely decided she just had to leave for real, but the idea had played in her mind since returning to class the day before. And it was the middle of the night so she could sneak out with nobody noticing if she was quiet enough.
Hurrying, she grabbed her suitcase out of the closet and crammed everything she could find into it. She wasn't looking for precision, just speed. Just staying there was making her sick and as soon as she was sure she had everything she needed and had grabbed all the money she had (it was enough to get by until she found a job somewhere) she quietly walked the halls of Xavier's, for the last time, she thought with mostly happiness at that moment but also a twinge of regret that she couldn't say goodbye to Storm (who had been so good to her) and Logan.
Logan
That twinge of regret turned to a pang, I could just say goodbye...
But she knew she couldn't, there was always a chance he would make her stay (a small chance, but still a chance) and she couldn't take that risk. Once she was safely out of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters she took one look back, one deep breath and began the walk to the nearest Train station.
Marie decided to take a train to Brooklyn, as it was adequately far away but was still in New York which meant she would be in a familiar environment. On the train ride it finally occurred to Marie how tired she was as the sun was rising and she hadn't slept properly for days. Marie was relieved beyond words when the train stopped and she stepped out into daylight. Her only thoughts were finding the nearest place to stay and finally get some sleep, otherwise she might collapse.
Marie enjoyed the sight of watching the people rush about around her in the early morning light, it meant that her life was regaining some kind of normalcy, that the world can't be that bad if normal people are still going about there normal lives without a care in the world. The thought brought a small smile to her lips. It was such a simple thing, the thought that maybe soon she could be like these people but at that moment it was all she could cling to.
After a brief search she found a motel, it wasn't exactly upmarket but it was the best she could afford. She walked nervously into reception and handed over the money for a room, after receiving a key she made her way down the hall to her room, she made sure to close and lock the door behind her before just flopping down on the bed and falling into a deep sleep.
When she awoke it was late into the following night, Marie looked at her watch: it was 3am. Not feeling tired she got up, took a shower and unpacked her things deciding she would be here for a while. After completing these tasks about an hour had past and she was itching for something to do so she grabbed her jacket and decided to go for a walk.
She must have wondered past at least ten dingy bars (she didn't much fancy going in them) before she came across a small, neat looking diner (which apparently was open all night) which had a few people eating quietly in it. Realising how hungry she was she decided to go in and grab some early breakfast.
After scoffing down as much as she could eat she walked up to the counter to pay, after handing over the money she had every intention of leaving except on her way out she knocked a man over,
"I'm so sorry-" she looked at his face, "Pyro!" She screeched in pure horror, "What are you doing here?"
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