Cody paused after he had run for a mile or so. He was so afraid that his Dad would come after him. He had jumped fences and barely missed being hit by cars. All to get away from that man.1
The trouble had started when Cody hit puberty. He soon discovered that he had the power to read minds and move things using brain power. Cody had always been abused by his greddy father, but when his Dad caught Cody practicing moving things with his mind he decided to use Cody to rob banks, and swindle people. Cody could not only read minds, but manipulate what people saw and thought. So his father made him convince bank tellers to give him thousads of dollars, and convince every store clerk to let them have merchandice for free. Cody didn't want to use his powers that way, but the knowledge of what his father could, would do to him otherwise scared him.2
Now Cody had taken his chance. His father was drunk, so Cody bolted. His father had tried to follow, but Cody was young and fast being on the track team st school, where his father was a fat drinken man.3
Cody listened hard for any sounds of persute, but heard none, felt none with his powers. He was free at last! But suddenly the reality hit him. Here he was, a small twelve year old abused kid out in the middle of Central park NYC, in the middle of the night. Cody checked his pockets. He had taken seven thousand dollars with him, procedes from one of the many bank jobs. He could do a lot with that money, provided he didn't get mugged first. Cody hid all but twenty dollars in his socks. Than he headed through central park.4
Cody had never been in central park before, not at night alone anyways. He had no idea where to go, what to do next. After a bit of wandering Cody decided to stop for the night, so he picked a spot against a tree and curled up to sleep, trusting his powers to wake him at any sign of danger.5
The next morning the realization that he was free at last set in on Cody. He was free and had a load of money, he could do whatever he wanted! Cody set off to enjoy New York. He had breakfeast at a dennys, and than explored fith avenue. He bought himself a new outfit, a Zorro costume complete with a hat and a mask. He got rid of the mask and hat but kept the clothes and the cloak. He saw Cats on broadway, than he wandered arround wondering where to stop for the night. 6
That was when he picked up a conversation about mutants. A few men were talking about a school for mutants, Xaviers school for gifted youths. Located in Salem. Cody decided that would be his next destination. So he bought a train ticket and headed on his way.7
As he sat on the train Cody wondered if the school would be able to help him, mabye even cure him. Having access to everyones thoughts as they passed was like trying to listen to a million conversations at once, it was overwhelming. Plus there was the fear that when he talked to people he manipulated their thoughts so they agreed with him. He had no control of his powers, and that scared him. 8
He needed control of SOMETHING in his life! Once he had control than mabye he could relax and feel safe for the first time in his pain filled life. As he thought back on all the abuse and threats and worse he had recieved from the man who was supposed to love him and take care of him Cody began to weep silently, his face twards the window so no one would notice.
Author notes
please comment, this is my first story here on this sight!
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Comments
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Cool, I want to hear more!
> was a fat drinken man. >>>Drunken?
> Greddy >>> Greedy?
> st >>> at?
Maybe you could put in some discription of Cody...
Exapmle - His blonde hair danced in the wind as he sprinted...
His clothes...
Apart from that, it was very good
~Cat
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Well done! I would love to read more of Cody's adventures! You have some minor spelling and grammar errors here. Earlier on in the story, I suspect "greddy" was meant to be "greedy", "drinken" was meant to be "drunken", and "st" was meant to be "at", that sort of thing. I would quickly run through and revise it. If it's easier, do what I do and copy/paste your stories from a word processing program with a spell-check. Look through it once anyway, but it helps reduce the errors.
Keep up the great work. I look forward to reading more of your writing in the near future.
~Battie
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It's an interesting start. I'd like to see more of this story. Great work. There were a few grammatical errors, but nothing that really needs to be fixed. So, you did well. Keep writing!



