Move, run, always running. Go quick, darkness. The night reaching, grabbing, as I race through it. Away, must get away! Humans kill, humans kill, humans kill what they don't understand. Old words, ancient words, true words. Moma, Papa, Phineas,...me soon.

Dogs bark behind me. Choppers buzz above me. Water rushes in front of me and below. Bushes, shrubs bar my way. Fools, all the same, all scared of the unknown. No, stop! Starting to think like them. Not human, not mortal, different, apart.

I stop, there is no ground in front of me. I turn around and stare at them. The humans that kill. The humans that fear. A bright light shines into my eyes from above. A chopper.

Stop!" A cry goes out. I squint, trying to see who. "Xavierra, wait! We won't harm you! Just come away from the ledge." A man's voice, young but old. I know him.

"Liar!" I scream back. My voice cracks from disuse. "Won't harm me like you did not harm Moma, Papa, or Phineas! Shot! Burned! No!!" And I give myself to the waters below...

Phineas, tell me again why these people are staring at us." I ask. A girl crosses her fingers as we walk by. I stick my tongue out at her.

"Because, little Xavierra, humans fear what they don't understand. And they can't figure us out." Is his answer.

I digest this as we walk. My brother is smart and extremely gifted, but I more so. His blue eyes frown as he nears our home. We have had to move often because of men's fear. We have lived in this small town for 2 months. "Phineas, what is it?" I ask.

"There is someone at the house. Someone who shouldn't be there." My own violet eyes wrinkle in apprehension, but I follow my brother. My jeans and T-shirt do not afford much protection except from the elements.

"Do you know who it is?" I ask, fear knotting my stomach.

He looks at me. "If I knew, I would have told you." Phineas frowns at me. All this time we are nearing the house. It is a small house one story high, with a rustic feel to it. All of us-Moma, Papa, Phineas, and I-have to duck to enter a room. "Wait here." Phineas instructs. I nod. I lock my violet eyes on his blond head.

He enters the house and I hear a yell. I reach out with my other senses and Feel the confusion of the stranger, my brother's anger and fear. Moma and Papa have left town for the day. Xavierra come here. My brother's voice whispers in my mind. I obey, no one goes against my brother and lives except Moma and Papa.

"Who was it?" I ask.

"Someone who doesn't like us very much." I gasp as I see our small house. It is in shambles. I set to work straightening up the house. I fail to see the writing sprayed on the walls in bright red.

That night I watch from my window as people in white sheets shake torches and threaten us. I watch until every last person leaves. I slide down in bed and curl up onto a tight ball. I awaken to a beautiful day. I ready myself for school.

I return home from school to find my home burned to the ground. I walk around it, and in the back I find my parents, or what was left of them. Their bodies are charred. They had been kept there by a shot to the head. I find the small knife I keep for protection in my hand.

I crouch next to them to say a prayer when a hand covers my mouth. The other wraps around my shoulders. I drop my knife and struggle to free myself. "Xavierra, it's me. Phineas." He whispers into my ear.

He lets me go and I turn to face him. Tears finally roll down my cheeks. My brother gathers me in his arms and holds me as I cry.

I sniffle and look at him. "What do we do now?" I ask him.

"We must run. They will prove that we killed Mother and Father."

"But we didn't!" I gasp.

"Well, that's for the courts to decide now isn't it?" My brother and I turn to see the sheriff looking down at us. Phineas shoves me to my feet. "Run little sister!" I obey, and take off. I hear Phineas running behind me. I hear a crack of thunder and Phineas cry out. I slide to a stop and race back to him. "Run Xavierra. I'm dead anyway. Do not let them catch you. GO!!" Unable to save my brother, I run...

Air enters lungs that should no longer breathe. I open my eyes, and find myself in a raging river. I cough and realize that if I don't start swimming, I will drown a second time. I drag myself to shore. They will think that I have killed myself and stop looking for me. At least I hope so. Humans kill what they do not understand.