An alarm blared in my ear. I slammed my fist onto it, but only succeeded in bruising my hand.

"Shiiit!" I growled and picked up the alarm, then proceeded to slam it onto the table, breaking it to tiny bits. Small shards of plastic were embedded in my hand, and I patiently pricked them out, rejoicing over my regeneration. After I had pulled out all of the plastic, I sighed, sinking back into my bed. Stupid alarms. I wished I could go back in time and murder whoever thought of the alarm clock. Intelligent bastard.

I glanced to the other two beds in the room and sighed. Empty. The two scouts who had brought me here supposedly slept here, but I hadn't seen them here yet.

'Are you gonna go eat? You're stupid dreams made me hungry.' I shared my mind with the food-crazed Chini. She never failed to amuse. (Very true.)

I yawned and stretched sitting up. A mental scan of this floor proved to Chini that I was the only conscious person. I stood up, nonetheless.

'Kitchen is on the first floor, Cat.'

'Fuck you.' I growled at her, but slipped on a pair of blue jeans and a dark blue V-neck T-shirt. As I pulled on my shirt, my cuts stood out in the dim light. I tucked a knife into each boot and pulled on my knee-length brown leather boots. I slipped on my black running hoodie, to hide the scars on my arms.

I quietly opened the door and peeked out. The hall was empty. I stepped out and silently closed the door. I crept down the hallway to the stairs, then walked down the stairs to the kitchen. A few other students milled around the first floor, and I pulled my hoodie up, concealing my face. I waited in the shadowy corners until no one was looking, then ran to the next corner. I had let out a sigh of relief when I finally reached the kitchen. My hoodie covered my face with shadows. I walked into the kitchen and-

Dammit.

The scout from my old school was sitting at the island, talking to another scout. Scouts were the students who attended other schools to find mutants. I silently tried to slip back out, but the first scout saw me.

'Fuck. Oh well. Let's get something to eat!'

'Shut the fuck up, Chi. They saw me!'

The first scout stood up. "Hey. Catrina, right?"

They knew my fucking name. Fuck it. Fuck breakfast. For all I care, fuck food. Just ignore me and let me get my food in peace. I nodded stiffly. "Yes."

He nodded. "Me and Bobby were just talking about you."

The second scout had stood up. "My friends call me Iceman." He held out his hand. I didn't move, petrified. He dropped his hand and watched me.

"Right." I slowly edged towards the door.

The first scout smiled. "Want some cereal?" He gestured towards the boxes that lined the counter. I shook my head.

"Are you sure? There's a bunch more than this." He walked up to me, and I stepped back. "Cat, you'll be okay here. No one is going to hurt you." He reached out and took my hand, gently pulling me into the kitchen. "Sit and I'll get you something."

As he filled a bowl with cereal and milk, a man walked in. I jumped up from the island and stood far away from him. He smirked, and pulled a soda from the cupboard. Without a word, he handed it to Bobby, who blew into the mouth of the bottle and a thin layer of ice coated the inside.

The scout walked up to me, put his hands on my shoulders, and led me back to my stool. "This is my dad, Logan. Dad, this is Cat. She came from a school I was scouting at." He sat the bowl in front of me, and I picked at it. The scout set a glass of water in front of me.

Ugh, this cereal was gross. Vile, tasteless, not at all good compared to the school food-

'Well, you were the one who decided to follow the cute boy. Not me. So shut up, and eat before I eat your brain!'

'No one was asking you, Chi!' I finished the cereal and stood up. Logan guzzled the soda and walked out. I pulled my sleeves down lower, making sure they were hiding my cuts.

"Um, what's your name? At school you went by Amos or something, but I know it's not your real name. Scouts never use their real names." I watched him from the shadows of my hood.

"Angelo. Are you full? There aren't any classes today. Bobby and I were just going to go hunting. Wanna join?" He picked up my bowl and set it in the sink.

I shrugged. "Sure." I walked to the sink and set the empty glass in it. Angelo stepped back, and I sighed. I walked back to my stool and sat down. Angelo washed the dishes in silence, then turned to Bobby.

"Let's go get ready. Cat, you need to get any weapons you'll want to use." I nodded and walked out, sticking my hands in my pockets. I walked up the stairs, and turned into my room. I dropped onto my bed, and curled in a ball. A few minutes later, I heard the door open, and someone walked to my bed. I sniffed and rolled to face them. Angelo was standing next to my bed, watching me. I sat up.

"Cat, why do you wear that?" He tugged at my hood lightly.

I tugged it off, and my brunette-fade-to-blonde hair fell past my shoulders. "Security issues." I pulled my sleeves lower, self-consciously.

"Why do you pull your sleeves down?" He watched me silently.

"I don't want to talk about it." I turned away from him.

"Cat..." He sighed.

"I cut myself, okay?!" I sighed and tugged my hood back up, hiding my face in shadow again.

Angelo sighed. "Why?"

"Because somethings won't stop hurting unless I have a different pain to focus on!"

Angelo sighed again. "Why do you hide them?"

"People get upset when they know." I pulled up my sleeve and absentmindedly traced a cut.

"Not here. No one will care." He smiled at me. "I just worry about you, since the thing at your school..

I smiled.

"Thanks, but you don't need to worry about me. I'll be fine." I stood up, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back onto the bed.

"Cat, I'm not done yet." He leaned forward, and I smiled. I pressed my lips to his, and he scooted closer. I felt his hand cup my jaw, and I pulled back. He dropped his hand, smiling. "Cat, you don't have a boyfriend, do you?"

I shake my head. "Never have. Why?" I knew where this was leading, but I wanted to hear it.

"Cat, will you be my girlfriend?" He watched me.

To answer, I leaned forward and kissed him again. (Mushy stuff)