Outrun the enemy.

Find your people.

And fight like your life depends on it, because it does.

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PROLOGUE

"What do you mean we're moving again?" I asked in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, Addie. You know my job requires a lot of moving," Aunt Claire replied defensively. I sighed at her statement because she was absolutely right. I did know that. I mean, she was a secret agent for crying out loud but I still got tired of it.

"I know, Aunt Claire," I admitted defeatedly. "Well, at least I'll have a clean new slate. Maybe I won't accidentally freeze someone or burn something this time. Maybe I will actually have friends and people will actually like me. Maybe for once, they won't look at me like I'm a freak," I croaked out, my voice becoming barely audible. Tears began to swell up my eyes as my vision began to blur.

Aunt Claire looked at me sympathetically, "Addie," she began, but never continued. She didn't know what to say, I was sure of it - and it was because she couldn't completely understand what I was going through. No one did.

She came closer to me, took a seat beside me on the couch and pulled me into an embrace. I sobbed under her arms and muffled out, "Why does everyone always seem to hate me when they find out?"

Aunt Claire shook her head, "That's only because they don't understand how special you are."

I didn't feel special, though. I never did. All I ever felt like was exactly what they wanted me to feel like - an outcast, a weirdo, a freak.

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My name is Adelaide Haller and I'm a mutant. I have the ability to manipulate temperature and it reacts with my emotional state. I can't control it sometimes, and I fear that someday I may hurt someone very awfully, just like I hurt my mother. She died giving birth to me, and the doctors said it was because her body temperature stooped incredibly low after I was born. I was raised by her sister, Claire, and she has loved me like I was her own. She doesn't even care that I had killed her only sister. My father, well, I always dream of meeting him but I'm not too sure he will like me very much. He may even be terrified of me.

I'm not sure who I am, or who I'm meant to be, or even where I belong. I used to always believe there was a place for me in this world, but the older I grew up, the less likely that possibility seems. I just hope, the new life that I'm bound to have, could be the key in finding myself.

A/N

This story is set post DOFP, almost completely ignoring the existence of X-Men: Apocalypse. I fell completely in love with Peter Maximoff and immediately started writing this story. Also, I know Wanda isn't in the X-Men movies, but she's in my story because I think she's a great character and helps my story run smoother than normal.

Please give this story a chance and tell me what you think.

Stay hopeful!