It was meant to be a secret. One that was near impossible to be discovered. Yet there he was, sitting in front of you, revealing it without having met you before. It was curious to you how someone so ordinary and so mundane could have stumbled across something so abnormal and so variant. He hadn't even told you his name as he sat across from you in a wheelchair, his hands linked together as they rested on the table between you, his eyes boring holes into your head.

     "Excuse me?" You questioned with a light laugh, not fully believing that what you heard was correct.

     "You're a mutant and a pretty strong one at that," his British accent cut through the air and towards you as he shuffled himself ever-so-slightly on the chair as if he was getting himself comfortable to stay for a while.

     "If that's your best pickup line then you have—without a doubt—failed." You stared at him while picking up the cup of coffee on your table, a small rise of your eyebrow followed those actions.

     You were thankful that the coffee shop wasn't busy, or else you would have risked someone hearing the obscene word choices of the man in front of you, and rumours were likely to follow from them. You were near the back when he had come in, preventing you from continuing your thesis for your university professor. You placed the coffee cup down on the table after taking a sip, your fingers hovering over the keys of the laptop while you planned on ignoring him.

     "Oh, it wasn't a pickup, and you know it," he told you.

     "I'm afraid you're sorely mistaken, and I would appreciate it if you got up and walked away from me. Well, wheeled away from me," you replied without looking up as you continued to type.

     'We both know that's not going to happen, and we both know why.'

     You stopped typing. His voice didn't come from the mouth in front of you, but rather it rattled around your mind. At a slow pace, your eyes lifted up to look at him, he had a small smile—almost a smirk—dancing across his lips as he sat back momentarily before leaning forwards over the table, lowering the screen of your laptop. You took your hands away from the keys, and say back, hoping to create some distance between the two of you.

     "You see, you weren't nearly as shocked as one of these—how did you put it? Oh yes, mundanes."

     "How did you do that?"

     "I'm like you."

     "You're not like me."

     "Not ability wise, no. But in the sense that we are both homo superiors."

     You swallowed hard. "What do you want from me?" Your voice came out quiet and weak.

     "I want to train you."

     "Excuse me?"

     "I have a couple of others, much like yourself, back at a safe place. I'm training them to control their abilities so we can show people that they don't have to be afraid of us."

     "No one is afraid of me."

     "Are you sure about that? Didn't you change your name twice before you stayed with this one? Didn't you move a couple of times after you lost control? I wouldn't say that no one is afraid of you. I'd say that no one is afraid of the person you're pretending to be now."

     You closed the laptop, putting it away in your bag. "You don't know anything about me," you hissed as you got up no longer wanting to hear a word he was saying.

     You weren't sure how he even found out about that. You had never told anyone. You had no reason to. You left those old lives behind. You had been who you were now for at least a couple of years. But now you were sure that that would have to change, that you'd have to move away and change your name again.

     'Oh, but I do. I know quite a lot about you.'

     "Stop doing that." You turned back to him, he had already got out of the booth and made his way to follow you.

     "At least meet one of the others."

     You shook your head. "No, I'm leaving to finish my work, and you're going to leave me alone."

     "How long are you going to hide for?"

     "As long as it takes." You turned back around and began walking out of the coffee shop. You noticed a man—rather young—with glasses, lean off of one of the cars, watching you before glancing back to the man who was following you.

     "That will be an awfully long time, considering," he explained.

     "Considering what?" You growled as you came to a halt, turning back to him.

     'Calm down, there's no need to be so defensive.'

     "No need to be defenc-" You started. "I have every right to be!" You yelled.

     "Professor-?" The boy began but you cut him off.

     "I want you to stay the hell away from me! Or else I'm calling the police," you threatened.

     "I'm guessing you didn't agree to meet me." The boy looked up at you from the Professor.

     "You?" You questioned.

     The boy nodded, he stepped forwards to shake your hand. "My name is-"

     "I don't care." You held your hand up to silence him.

     "Okay," he mumbled, letting his hand fall to his side.

     'I just want to help you.' The Professor looked at you intently before he continued, "I'm sure you can understand why I want to help, after all-" He sent you a small smile. 'You've seen the effects of your ability first-hand multiple times, I'm sure you don't want to see that destruction any longer.' You relaxed slightly at his words. "We are the same."

     "Just stop speaking in my head," you told him.

     "So, is that a yes?"

     "Do I have any other choice?"