The return

[Thomas Seagraves]

It had been months since Thomas traveled the long road to Cullen's. He remembered his first time. How scared, and nervious, he was. He had grown in the past ten months. Not just in the indepth discovery of his own mutation, but as a person. Living with the new pastor in the city was quite an expirience. He was more confident, proud, and not as introverted as before. He practiced everynight how to use his powers to teleport through the dreams of others. The buss stopped at the entrance of the gate. As Thomas stepped off the buss he smiled as he looked over the well manicured lawn the high gate, and the graceful manssion that was Cullen's Institute for the Gifted. He was home. . . .but was anyone else?

[Thomas Seagraves]

Thomas walked up to the gates and pushed the buzzer. . . there was no response. Looking hard at the school he didn't see anything out of place except the lack of people. The buss had already left so he had no way, besides walking, of getting back to town. Looking at the high wall that seperated him from the school he decided the only thing to do was to jump it. Luckily he knew a great spot where a tall tree grew right next to it. As he walked around the wall he kept himself on alert, he had never known Cullen's to be so quiet. Finally he reached the tree. Tightening the straps to his backpack he climbed the tree to the lowest bow that streached over the wall. Checking the ground to make sure everything was clear he jumped from the tree. He landed, crouched and ready for anything he started making his way through the bushes and across the great lawn.