Chapter 2

Tony and Mikey ran through the woods, running for their lives with Erasers hot on their trail. If they flew they would be shot, their only option was to run and, worst of all, they were going the wrong way. New York City was in the other direction. But it was better than being mauled alive by Erasers, or worse, taken back to the School.

Mikey was fast for his age and was able to keep up with Tony easily. Mikey's black curly hair bounced as he leapt over a fallen log. Tony decided they were going too far in the wrong direction and grasped Mikey's arm and turned right, swinging him around the corner. Mikey didn't argued, just ran. They would be a few days late, but it was better than being dead.

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Rogue flew alone on her way to New York City. It was quiet and she was uneasy about being by herself. She wasn't sure if the others got out. What if they were caught by Erasers? What would she do? She could try to rescue them from the School, but even she knew that it would be a failed attempt. The air was chilling and she wrapped her hoodie around her tighter. Her hair flapped annoyingly on her face. She tired it up messily with a hair band on her wrist.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her ankle and pulled her backwards. They wrapped her arm around her so she couldn't fly off and placed a hand over her mouth. She struggled, but he was too strong. Eventually one of her swinging legs kicked him in the shin and he cried out in pain. His arm loosened enough for her to get an arm free and punch him. He let go and she shot off, the Erasers followed.

They were gaining fast and she was begining to feel tired. Her only choice was to dive into the city below and hope they lose her. So she dived, narrowing her wings to pick up speed. Unfurling them just in time to catch the wind without landing too hard on the ground. She landed softly and sprinted away. She turned the corner out of the alleyway and ducked into the closest store. It was a bookstore. She grabbed a random book and sat in a chair. She glanced over the top to see a few Erasers searching frantically for her. Eventually, they gave up and walked off furiously.

She sat there for a while, until she realised that she was holding the book upside down. She glanced around to see if anyone had noticed, they hadn't. She soon decided it was best for her to leave. Leaving the building, she looked up and saw, with her hawk vision, that Erasers were circling the sky, waiting for her to take flight. She cursed under her breath and walked off down the street.

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There were Erasers everywhere in the sky. Mars saw a clearing to land and pointed to it to show Ginger. They landed silently, glimpsing over their shoulders often to make sure the Erasers hadn't spotted them. They walked through the woods keeping the highway in sight. Ginger got tired and lagged behind, getting slower and slower. Mars backtracked and picked her up, placing her on her hip. It didn't take her long to fall asleep in her arms. She cuddled into Mars' shoulders and relaxed, feeling reassured by Mars' warm body.

It was taking too long to get to New York, but they couldn't fly, it was too dangerous. The trip would usually take 2-4 days. At the rate they were going it would take 5 days. The plan was that if someone wasn't there in four days they were gone. She hoped that they would wait another day, just enough time for them to get there.

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She walked along the road with her thumb out, wishing someone would stop and give her a ride. Sure it was dangerous for a sixteen year old girl to hitchhike all by herself, but she was a mutant sixteen year old. Any psycho killer who picked her up planning to kill her would get a rude surprise when she would overpower him, kick him out of the car and leave him stranded.

After a while of walking, someone stopped. Rouge leant against the car and talked to the people inside. There were two men in the car, one had black hair, he looked the oldest, the other had dark brown hair. They looked like brothers, cute brothers. "You need a ride?" the oldest one driving said. "Yeah, where you going?" "New York," the younger brother said. "Me too". The younger brother leaned back and unlocked the back door. Rogue opened it and hoped it. She knew she had to be careful, it wasn't surprising that two young men in their 20s to pick up a sixteen year old female hitchhiker. Who knows what they could have in mind.

"So... what's your name?" the young one said. "Rogue. You?" "Sam". "And I'm Dean, thanks for asking," the one driving said. Sam turned around to look at her, "Excuse my brother's rudeness, he was dropped on his head as a child and forgot his manners". She giggled. "Stop chatting up the teenager, Sammy. It's illegal in all the states". Sam turned back and gave him a look. "What? Just stating a fact". "Whatever," Sam sat back in his seat properly. "So what is a girl of your age and ...," Dean glanced in the mirror at her then return to the road,"fazigue (A/N I don't know how to spell it) doing alone, hitchiking to New York?" "I'm meeting some friends in the City". "So you thought you would hitch hike?" "Umm... yeah". "You do know it's dangerous?" "Look I can take care of myself, I don't need your lecture about the dangers of being an attractive female teenager hitch hiking alone!" "Okay, I was just saying..." That was the end of the conversation for about three hours.

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