Zaire's POV

"Peter, you took a Spanish language course. What is she saying?"

"She seems to be asking about her situation."

"You're going to different hospital where they can cur—err, help you better than we can." replied Dr. Roberson.

Liar I thought. Looking at Dr. Roberson, I began reading his thoughts.

Poor girl. She'll never see her mother again. The FBI will probably kill the mother so that they can prevent her from reproducing any more mutants.

"NO! I want to go home now! I want to see my mommy!" I demanded, giving them both glares.

"Oh dear. Peter," Dr. Roberson said to the student nurse, "Get the syringe ready."

Peter approached both of me and put some clear liquid inside the needle.

Trying to get out of the hospital bed, I was held down by the doctor.

"Peter, quickly. Hurry!" he ordered. Peter ran over and put the needle near my arm.

"NO!" I yelled and Peter suddenly jerked backwards and was thrown against the wall. He slumped to the floor, not moving. The needle fell to the floor and broke. Dr. Roberson cursed to himself. He ran to the phone and called for security. Releasing his grip on me, I threw back the bed's covers and started running to the door.

"Oh no you don't!" shouted Dr. Roberson, running after me. I whirled around and glared at Dr. Roberson.

"Leave me ALONE!" I shouted at Dr. Roberson. Just like Peter, he jerked backwards and was thrown against the wall. I guess that was my power, being able to move people. Wondering if I can move other objects, I faced the room's door and in my mind I commanded it to open. The door swung open to reveal three confused police guards.

"How'd the door open by itself?" one of them asked, bewildered.

A distraction! I shoved past them and bolted down the hall.

"After HER!" yelled one of the guards, chasing after me. Running around the floor, I began to get tired and turned right on a corner.

"Gotcha!" whispered the sweating guard. They had split up and now I was cornered! I shrunk against the wall, scared. The guard then jumped to tackle me. I put my arms around me and closed my eyes. Suddenly I started to fall and I opened my eyes, confused. I was falling through the hospital! Apparently I had been in the highest floor because when I stopped falling, I landed on the outside in front of the hospital.

Wow! Cool! But then I realized that I had to get home. Afraid that the guards might show up, I ran away from the hospital and into a dark alley. Where am I? How was I going to get home? My only two powers were useless for now. Maybe that's not my only powers. Hoping that I had a teleporting power, I began to imagine my home in my mind and concentrate on the streets that I live on. Jackson Ave. in New York City. Big house with a brown roof and beige walls. Home. Mockingbird lives in the tree in the front lawn. Tweet, tweet. My eyes shot open, and I found myself on the porch my home! Skipping to the door I knocked. The door opened to reveal my red, puffy eyes mother.