Your POV

A window that I would be leaving through.

I had heard rumors of other people with abilities they had no control over, and I figured that, given enough time, I could find them and maybe they could explain to me what was happening to me.

I felt bad; leaving Chase was the last thing I wanted to do, but I couldn't stay locked up forever. He would understand; he had been locked up at one point in his life, and I doubted that he wanted to keep me in containment.

Just to be safe, I wrote him a note.

'Chase-

Do not come looking for me. (I can hear you yelling at the others to put on their mission suits. Stop that.) I'm leaving to find other people like me, and maybe get a handle on these new abilities. I'm sorry I couldn't say good bye, but I was afraid you'd try to stop me.

I can't stay locked up forever, though. Please tell my parents what happened to me, and tell them not to worry; I will get in touch with them soon.

Chase, I care about you, and I don't want to hurt you, but I need to work this out for myself. I fear that the nature of these abilities is something you cannot understand (I can feel you rolling your eyes. Stop that.) and I'm seeking out people with similar abilities.

Love,

(Y/n)'

I folded it up and placed it on the bed where I had been laying.

He was going to freak out, but it was my body. And I had read enough comic books to know that experimentation and attempts to get rid of these powers wouldn't work.

I was leaving, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop me, not Chase, not Mr. Davenport, and definitely not Bree.

I was just hoping that I could find someone else like me.