(Continued from Planning the time of my life (Solo) I'll be splitting these up so that the posts aren't so long.)

Streak ended up getting a latter start than he had originally planned. He had started to leave the mansion early last December but was caught up in certain things. Once he had finished those things and was free to go he decided that it would be better to put off his trip until after the New Year. So that's what he did. Streak waited until a week after the New Year had passed before leaving again. This time it was an even more anticipated trip, if that was even possible. Streak headed north towards Canada. During the time that he spent at the mansion postponing his trip he did research on some of the places that he will go. Shawn learned many different things about countries that he didn't know. He found some places that tourists liked to go whenever they visited the certain states in America or certain parts of the world.

Streak flew as fast and for as long as he could to get out of New York. He'd seen most of it already as well as other states, thanks largely in part to the xmen, but he was going to visit those states anyway. Streak moved through the crowd of bustling crowd of tourist in the sky area of Vermont. He did what most people would consider stealing; however, Streak fully intended to return the clothing he had gotten from the stores. As such he considered it borrowing and not stealing. Streak was getting the hang of stowing away as well because he didn't bring any money and wanted to do things that many tourist did in those states.

(This takes place in the end of winter (Jan.-Feb) 2017)

Sitting on the ski lift he decided waited for the lift to reach the top of the mountain that loomed ever closer in front of him and the people he was sharing the lift with. Streak had 'borrowed' an instructors ski suit so that he didn't have to pay for anything while he was enjoying himself. Once the lit reached the top Streak jumped off and landed on the soft snow. He made his way towards the opposite side of the hill where it was more dangerous and for more experienced skiers. He took off down the slop, dodging obstacles left and right gaining speed the entire time. By the time he reached the end of the slope he was ready for his finale. He continued going well past the lifts and other areas where people were. The entire time he was skiing down the slope he began taking off the clothes. Eventually it was just Streak using his powers to avoid the cold, harsh wind that was whipping at his face.

Streak slowed to a stop in front of all the visitors. It was quite a site to behold. Streak was there in front of everyone holding his ski clothes and covered in silver. The tourists stared at him for a while. They had never seen a mutant quite like this before and it was something completely unknown to them. Streak slowly undid the latches on his ski boots, allowing him to step calmly out of the skis and onto the snow like there was nothing different about him than any of the humans. "Nice day for skiing isn't it?" He said idly to a few people as he walked by. Streak left his skis and ski clothes in the snow, only adding to the oddity that was Streak at this moment. Streak didn't care about all the stares he was getting. He was actually enjoying it a little.

Most shockingly, out of all the other events that had taken place in his time here he stood still for a second. Once Streak was ready he made sure his earpiece was properly set in his ear and then moved on. Shooting upwards towards the sky like a rocket blasted off its launching platform, but without all the smoke or noise, Streak took off. He flew high up past, higher than the mountains peaks, and continued his trek north. Streak moved visiting Connecticut and Maine before heading back south. Streak didn't so much as visit the farther north states as he flew through them.

Streak soon figured out that there wasn't much in the way of civilization the farther north he went. Up past the Hudson Bay he didn't see much. The sun was already setting for the day and Streak decided to head back to America to sleep. He decided that he would spend the night in Boston. The silver man found a hotel, and when the receptionist wasn't looking, he climbed behind the counter, hacked into the computer system and found a room that wasn't reserved for anyone.

He had just made a card for the room he was in when the receptionist came back sooner than expected. She stopped in the door way and said, "Hey what are you doing back here. Your not supposed to be behind the counter. Get out! Get out! Get out!" While she was yelling at Shawn he pulled out the card, which was now coded with the room he wanted. She started to advance towards him and Streak jumped over the counter grabbing the card as well. The receptionist followed him out the door saying, "And don't let me catch you in here again."

"Well, you wont get many customers with that attitude lady." Streak replied snidely as he continued to walk away. She went back inside and found went behind the counter. The receptionist, whose name Shawn read was Lindsy off her name tag, returned behind the counter and started searching the computer to see if Shawn had planted a virus or something of that nature. After not figuring out what it was that Shawn had been doing on the computer, Lindsy went back to reading her magazine.

Looking back through one of the windows Shawn noticed that she was could be an attractive person if she wasn't so mad. Streak walked around the back of the hotel, being careful to avoid surveillance cameras. Shawn was in his "borrowed" clothes and looking very normal aside from his silver eyes. Once he was at the back of the hotel he spotted a room that he thought was the one he had reserved. He flew up to the room and through the wall. As usual the wall rippled and Streak was able to enter the room that way.

Once inside Shawn walked out the room and looked at the door. 325 was what the door said on it. It wasn't his room but he was actually only a floor off. Streak decided to take the elevator the rest of the way feeling very tired already from his trip. After he found his room he entered it, hung the "Do not Disturb" sign on the door and went to sleep.

The bed was soft. As soft as any nice hotels beds are. Streak slept soundly through out the night. However no matter how far away he was from the mansion it seemed like he couldn't escape the nightmares. It was like clockwork at about midnight. That's when the nightmares started. He was covered in silver once more.

Streak was running down a long dark corridor dimly lit by lights that had been there so long the glass that covered the bulbs were white anymore they were yellowing. The lights flickered as he ran down the corridor. The walls were metal, the floor and ceiling was metal. There were metal doors that lined the corridor. Everything was rusting and rough looking not like the new metal look that they looked like when they were freshly built.

Streak rounded the corner and was faced with many more doors. He couldn't get away. He stopped for a second to listen for the sound of footsteps. He heard them a steady thumping rhythm echoing against the metal corridors. The sound floated easily to Streak's ears. He could tell there was more than one of person running after him. Streak flattened himself as much as he could against one of the doors. It wasn't nearly enough to hide from the men chasing him. "Quick he went this way!" He yelled to everyone in his group. The men stopped at the intersection of two corridors to contemplate which way to go. "You three go that way. The rest of you follow me." Streak could tell from the sound of his voice that the main person in charge was pissed to say the least.

Streak knew they were headed in his direction and he didn't want to know what they were going to do to him once they found him. He couldn't take the chance of them finding him again. Not after they what they had done to him the last time he tried to escape. He was going to stop them this time. He was going to stop them before they even knew he was there. Before they even knew what had hit them, they would be dead and he, Streak, would be on his way to freedom once more.

He started to make some knives in his hands but suddenly there was a sharp pain that racked his body. "Ahhhhh!" Streak cried out in the dimly lit corridor. His arm went numb and he lost control of his body. He squirmed on the ground like a fish out of water. His vision blurred and his heart and breathing began to get fast and short. His legs gave out and he fell to the ground with a resounding thump. He immediately stopped trying to use his powers. "This way he's over here." The head guard yelled. Once he stopped using his powers his vision returned and the corridor started to come into focus. He regained feeling in his arms and legs. Streak looked at his arm where the pain had originated from. He saw the bracelet around his arm and he knew immediately where he was. He was back in the camps.

Fear rattled his body and he struggled to get himself off the floor. The foot steps quickened as the guards sped down the corridor towards where he was. He finally got back off the ground and was standing up right. The guards were so close he could see them clearly and they could see him. "There he is get him." The guard leading the charge stopped and yelled at his companions, "Don't let him get away or it'll be you we put a bracelet on." It was obviously incentive for them to capture Streak again. Streak didn't need any more convincing and neither, apparently did the guards. They took off running after Streak. He didn't give them a second glance. He too was off running down the corridor that was all to familiar to him. The hard unforgiving metal floors and the cold unrelenting doors, that were the mutants cells, were rushing by Streak so fast he could have been driving by in a car. [/i]

The nightmare raged on his Streak's head. He tossed and turned in his bed. His muscles started to ache from his from running so much in his dream. Even his arms hurt from where the collar shocked him. He started to sweat. Beads pooled on his arms, legs, and face. Streak started to cry out as the dream continued on. Instinctively his body covered itself in silver and his scars shone bright as the moon light flooded into the room.

"No...NO.... NOOOOO!" Streak shouted out in the night. Little did he know his powers formed a silver knife. He sat stark upright and threw the knife directly in front of him. He threw it at hard as he could. It sailed straight. It didn't waver one inch from when he let go of it to when it hit the wall. It sank clear through the wall up to the hilt of the knife. Streak's eyes flew open and he cried out, "Ahhhh!" His hand hit his leg and he looked around. He turned on one of the lights next to his bed and blinked a few times. After he blinked a few times. Once he was more awake he really looked around for the first time. He realized he was in a room with air conditioning, a bed, a TV, and a private bathroom.

"Whew. It was just a dream." He said much quieter. He rubbed his right arm where all the scarring from the camps bracelet had ruined his tattoo. It was throbbing with pain and all his muscles ached. Streak massaged his neck and legs. He rubbed his face with his hands and said, "Geez, I hate this. I've to get over this thing. This is getting ridiculous It's been ten years." He continued to chastise himself for a few moments. He decided that he wasn't about to get to sleep anytime soon so Streak reached over and turned on the TV. He flipped through the channels looking for something that would take his mind off of the camps and his nightmares. After a while he turned off the TV and went back to sleep hoping he could sleep through the rest of the night.

Streak woke up the next day feeling refreshed. He got up out of bed and walked over to the window, through which he had entered the night before. It was a bright day, as opposed to the more normal overcast days that Boston held. The sun was high in the sky, which meant that Streak had slept through a good chunk of the day already. It didn't matter, however, that only meant that he would have a longer vacation. Again he massaged his arm and stretched out a little bit. After he was finished he stood out in front of the window and got his bearings of which way he was going to head next.

The silver man removed the "Do not Disturb" sign from the door. He gathered up his clothes that were lying on the floor, covered himself in silver and pulled the knife out of the wall. It took no effort on his part to pull out the knife; however, it would have taken anyone else a lot more effort to get it out. Streak stopped by the store he had borrowed the clothes from and left them in a changing room. He then took off, flying through wall and up high into the sky. Once he was flying through the clean air he moved at a quick speed. He supposed it rivaled that of a small Cessna plane.

Streak continued to head south towards Florida. He stopped in the various states continuing on his way after he had finished eating. Like many of the other ways he resorted to stealing in order to get food. Since he had no money this was the only way he could get what he needed to sustain himself and more importantly his powers. He moved through the towns of the original thirteen colonies taking in as many of the historical sites as he could. He had always been especially interested in the civil war era ever since the events that had taken place over the past ten years or so.

As he continued there was no real adventure to be seen in the mainland of the United States. After going many miles away from the mansion. After a while one tow began to look like another town, one city looked like another city. The day was drawing to a close and Streak had made much more headway across America than he did the previous day. Everything seemed to go along smoothly crossing the states. That is until he stopped in Minnesota for the night.

It is true that he does not feel cold or heat anymore and he could have stayed in the forest for the night. There was still snow on the ground the the temperatures had to be close to zero degrees. That didn't bother Streak, however, this is what he thought as he was flying over Minneapolis.

Why stay outside when I can sleep in a comfortable bed. Assuming they have any extra rooms. Streak entered a very nice looking hotel. This time not through the front doors but rather through the wall that was where the receptionist sat. After he booked a room for himself, with an imaginary credit card, he found a comfortable place to eat. If there was one thing he'd learned over the years it was that he could provide for himself as well as for someone else. It was a different feeling thought when it came to actually stealing the food. Streak gathered food that he wanted from local area "mom and pap" shops, as he called them. Since many of them were closed it was easy for him to get the food and cook it right there with out having to worry about anyone barging in and interrupting him during his meal. Or so he thought.

Streak had gathered all the materials needed for him to make a meal that was fit for a king. By borrowing all the utensils he needed to cook the meal he started by putting the steak on. After a few minutes the meal started to smell delicious. He had borrowed a grill and was cooking some vegetables next to his steak. He was walking around looking for some bread to go with his meal when he heard the door handle jiggle. The noise didn't come from the front door where people would expect it to come from. The front door was the first place he checked. No one there. Streak walked around the store and checked all the other doors. He was just about to check the last door when he heard someone talking.

He was sure it was a man, but wasn't sure if he was talking on the phone or to someone else. This isn't good. Streak thought. he knew there was no way to mask the smell of his cooking or hide the food in time for the person to not suspect someone was here. "Ya, honey. I know. I just need to grab some paperwork and then I'll be right back." Streak looked around. He knew exactly where the voice was coming from but didn't want to give away his position before he saw what the guy would do. "Ok honey, I'll pick up some eggs and milk...on...my...way...home?" Streak knew at that moment that the man smelled the food cooking. He was going to try a different approach. He sat down in front of the grill and let the meat cook while he waited for the store owner to come around the see him.

It took only a few minutes for the man to come around the corner. In the darkness of the room Streak flipped the steak over so that it didn't cook to much on one side. The man paused in the door way. He stared at Streak flipping his steak like there was nothing wrong with what was happening here. "What the hell are you doing in my store?" the man asked Streak. "Well I would assume that's obvious. I'm cooking." Streak said to him. He then got up and pulled the vegetables off the grill and set them on a plate. "I'd offer you some, but I only made enough for me."

"Ok. Look freak. I'll give you ten seconds to get out of here before I call the cops on you and they arrest your sorry excuse for a living creature." Apparently this guy didn't like mutants. The man took a few steps backwards and reached for something that Streak couldn't see. The silver man could only assume it wasn't a gift for being the coolest looking mutant ever. Especially given his most recent comment. "Look dude. I just want to eat my food that I cooked and I'll leave." Streak said to the man. "How about you leave right now before I kill you."The man replied to Streak leveling a shotgun in front of him. "Ya, that could work, but then where's the fun in that? A sly smile crept across his face. "Look man. You don't know what I'm capable of, so why don't we leave it that way." The man of silver put one hand behind his back and started to form a shield for protection. When Streak put his hand behind his back the store owner cocked his weapon and made it ready to fire.

Streak kept the shield out of the store mans view and decided that the steak was done cooking. With his other hand he took the steak off the grill, set it next to the vegetables on his plate, and turned off the grill. His dinner was looking very appetizing. On the plate was a steak, medium rare, some onions, mushrooms, honey glazed carrots, and a backed potato. Unfortunately it was all cooling off because the man wasn't going to let Streak eat. "Look dude. Either I'm going to sit down and eat my dinner, and you leave me alone...Or We could do this the hard way and after you're unconscious or dead, ya know whichever you prefer, I'll sit down and eat my dinner. Either way I'm going to eat my dinner."

The man looked Streak up and down. He was older than Streak by at least twenty years, but he obviously wasn't smarter. "I guess it'll be the hard way freak. And you wont be enjoying your dinner when I'm done with you." Streak faced him as the store owner prepared to fire. The man continued, "I feel I should warn ya. I used to be a Navy Seal." That made Streak pause for a second before replying. "Oh, that'll definitely make things interesting." Streak pulled the shield in front of him. Just as he did the man fired. There wasn't a second to lose and Streak wasn't about to lose. The man fired again, and then two more times consecutively before he was out of rounds.

Streak got rid of the shield and all the rounds fell to the ground with a clatter. The shield was absorbed back into his body. Streak charged and the man did the same. The man dodged around the desk and Streak went straight through it. They paused seeing that they were both on opposite sides of where they had started. Streak turned around again and moved back through the table. They were instantly locked in combat. The man was right. He did used to be a Navy Seal. It was obvious in his technique. They exchanged punch for punch and kick for kick. Streak had trained himself in all different types of martial arts so he was ready when the fight was taken to the ground. The store owner managed to end up on top of Streak and started to pummel him. Streak turned it around by locking the mans arms and rolling over. The man of silver started to to pummel him back. The owner didn't seem as well versed in the ground technique so it was going to be his downfall.

Streak landed a few critical blows to the mans head and before the store owner knew what was happening Streak had him in a head lock that knocked him out. The Seal continued to struggle as the oxygen to his brain diminished quickly. After only a about 10 seconds, it was actually less but Streak wasn't counting, the man stopped struggling and went limp in Streaks arms. Silver Streak let the man fall hard to the floor and lay there. He wasn't going to wake up for a few minutes. He stood up and walked back over to his dinner that was still miraculously sitting on the table. It hadn't been at all affected by the fighting. Streak sat down and enjoyed his meal, like he hadn't just been involved in a fight. It turned out to be just as good as it smelled and once Streak had finished he got up, threw away the utensils he was using and headed back to the hotel.

The next day Streak left the hotel early and decided he was going to have breakfast on the road. He moved fast, making good timing considering he didn't have any clothes to drop off or anything else of the sort. He moved through towns quickly. He only stopped briefly to steal some food. Many people weren't kidding when they said there's nothing in the middle part of the country except farms. He enjoyed the serenity of the plains area of America. Streak caused a little commotion in a small town when they spotted him flying over their corn fields.

Streak moved over the corn fields easily without any hindrance. However, many of the farmers didn't like seeing a flying silver person buzzing their fields. No matter how fast he was flying there were farmers that decided to chase after him in their crop duster planes. He didn't want to hurt anyone so he ran from them. Eventually he was cut off by another mutant. The only way he knew the person was a mutant was the fact that he was flying next to Streak without being inside a plane. "Hey there dude." The flying mutant was wearing the typical attire. He was wearing boots, jeans and a plain white t-shirt. His pants looked grubby like he'd been working out in the field all day before getting interrupted by Streak. His hair was a messy blond-ish brown. He had a well tanned face and it was possible that if his tan wasn't so dark he probably had freckles. Streak assumed that the boy was probably about five years or so younger than himself. Streak turned and looked at him as they continued to fly along. "Sup man, hows it going?"

"Hey can ya slow down for a minute and we can talk? The boy said to Streak. "Sure." Streak said simply to him. The silver man slowed down until he came to a stop and gracefully planted his feet in the Nebraskan dirt. The boy slowed down with him and landed just as gracefully as Shawn had. "So. What's up man?" Once the boy landed next to Streak he could tell the boy was strong from working on the farm all his life. He was also taller than Streak by a few inches. "Well..." the boy began "I wanted to meet you. I haven't seen someone like me that could fly before. And I sure as shootin' ain't seen anyone like you before." The boy stared at Streak taking in the weird appearance of Streak. The boy reached out one hand to touch Streak's body. "Hey, hey man, you could at least by me dinner before ya start feelin' me up." Streak batted away the kids hand and smiled to show he was joking.

The boy smiled and changed it to a hand shake. Streak took the hand shake gratefully and said, "Hi. My name's Shawn but people call me Silver Streak or Streak for short." He took the liberty of starting the introductions "Howdy. My names David. They just call me David. I haven't made a name for my self yet. David stared at Streak hand when they shook hands. He smiled at Streak after they he had introduced himself. He was still amazed at the way Streak looked. And the way Streak's hand felt in his. David wasn't the first to be stunned by the way his silver felt. His silver felt like ooze or goo, only it didn't stay on your hand or leave it feeling gooey, just a little moist.

The sun was high in the sky and it was a sweltering day. The humidity was up and the wind was still. "Are ya hungry?" David asked Streak. "Ya, I'm very hungry. Are you parents cookin' lunch?" "Ya, my ma's cookin' ham and beans. and corn bread." "Ohh, sounds great. Lead the way David." They flew back to Davids farm. He introduced Streak to his parents and thy sat down to eat. When Streak arrived, he pulled his silver back to to where it normally sits when he's not using his powers. David's parents were much more accepting of Streak than the man he'd run into the night before It may have had something to do with the fact that Streak wasn't breaking and entering into their home.The rest of the day went along great. There were no problems. For once there were people outside the mansion who seemed to care about mutants. they were very nice to Streak and even offered to let Streak say the night there. He thought for a while and decided to take them up on their offer. He helped around the farm until it was dinner time and the sun had fallen below the horizon. They spent the rest of the night swapping stories with each other. The family went to bed and Streak slept on their couch.

It took a while for Streak to finally fall asleep. The couch was comfortable enough. But lets face it, it was no hotel room bed. After he was asleep he felt that he would actually sleep peacefully and completely through the night for the first time in many years. For many hours he didn't dream. If he did dream it was a peaceful dream that reminded him of his time working on his parents farm before they threw him out and sent him up to the mansion. His parents never seemed to like him much once they found out he was a mutant.

Shawn was walking down the street one day near his families farm. It was a nice day. The sky had just cleared up and the roads were still a little wet from the morning misty rain. The wind was blowing a nice cool breeze and the temperature wasn't to hot today. He was wearing pants, boots, a t-shirt and a leather jacket. A few cars passed by, kicking up the mist that laid on the road in his face. He walked continued to walk along. Shawn was almost back to his parents farm when an 18-wheeler came zooming down the road. The semi came around the corner a little to fast and started to hydroplane. Shawn wasn't paying any attention to the truck because semis passed by on a regular basis.

The truck jackknifed. The driver tried to correct it. He would have managed if he didn't over correct it. The 18-wheeler cab was now headed straight at Shawn. The brakes squealed, the tires slid, and the driver tried to correct it. There was nothing Shawn could do. Either way he moved he would have gotten hit by the truck. The semi barreled down at Shawn. Within a matter of about one minute the front of the truck was aimed straight at him. The next thing he felt was pain as the trucks cab slammed directly into Shawn.

Shawn woke up and he was in the hospital. The doctors were telling his parents that they had no explanation why Shawn had survived. They also had no explanation of the silver film that was covering much of his body. "There's no scientific explanation why your son is alive. Your son must have had quite a few guardian angels around him that day." The doctor told Shawn's parents. Shawn glanced over and saw his mother in tears. His dad was trying to console her but it was to no avail."So what are you saying doc? Are you saying that he'll be in a coma or a vegetable for the rest of his life.? Will he be paralyzed forever?" His dad asked the doctor. "Well, see that's the interesting part.Shawn here didn't suffer from any major internal damage. All he got was some broken bones and a little brain swelling, which I'm happy to say has gone down quite a bit. That also is very unusual. He was hit by an 18-wheeler, but it his symptoms are more of someone who was in a car accident. Shawn's parents looked puzzled. "His body is more of what we see when we receive car accidents in the ER."

They still weren't getting it. The doctor was trying to explain it the best he could. He walked over to Shawn's limp body and touched the silver film that still covered much of his body. "It was like he was inside a car when he got hit by the 18-wheeler. His parents finally understood what the doctor was trying to tell them. Understanding dawned on their faces. They were relieved but still worried for Shawn. The doctor checked Shawn's vitals, made a few notes and started to walk out.

Shawn decided that it was time to move around a little. There were quite a few tubes and needles in his body that it was a hard thing to do. Shawn rolled his head over to the side towards his parents. He opened his eyes. "Ugghh..." was all Shawn could say. The tube down his throat was making it hard for him to talk or do much of anything. The doctor froze just inside the door. He slowly turned around and looked at Shawn. Then he rushed over to Shawn's side and called for a nurse. The nurse came rushing in and together they pulled the tube out of Shawn's throat. There were many unpleasantries during the tube removal process. Once the tube was out the doctor and nurse started fussing of Shawn. They checked his bandages and areas where there was swelling. They left the bandages on and left the room shaking their heads in confusion.

"I just don't get it.... was all Shawn and his parents could hear of what the doctor was saying because the door closed behind them and Shawn and his parents were able to be alone. Shawn was eventually released late that week once the doctors had determined the swelling in his brain had gone away.

The next thing Shawn knew was, he was sitting in a chair. Not just any chair but a cold hard metal chair. He tried to get out of the chair but found he was strapped in. Again Streak tried to use his powers and there was a sharp pain that ran through his entire body. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. You still haven't learned have you?" Said a voice out of the darkness. The voice sent chill's down Streak's spine. Streak looked around and saw he same familiar room that he had spent so much time in before. He was breathing hard, trying to keep himself from screaming in pain. The room was dimly lit, giving it an eerie glow. Through clenched teeth Streak replied, "I guess not. and I probably wont." That infuriated the guard. He walked forward closer to Streak and his face was caught in the light. The guard raised his hand up to eye level with Streak and showed him what he was holding. The device. Streak knew exactly what it was. It was the device all of the guards kept on their persons to deal with the mutants.

"You ran off yesterday. I'm simply following orders." The guard responded to Streak. "Ya, and I'm sure your conscious is really going to be buggin' you ain't it." Streak had no intention of making this easy on people. It may mean he was making life hard on himself but he didn't care. He wasn't going to be complying with the guards any time soon. "You know, I am getting tired of torturing you all the time. You don't seem seem to understand that there's only so much a body can take before they crack. All you have to do is do what we say and you wont get hurt." His tone was different today. "You sound different today. Sounds like you're tired of torturing me. Is that true? Streak was smug. That made the guard made. If there was something he didn't like it was smugness from the mutants. He pushed the button. Streaks hands gripped the arms of the chair, his head flew back against the top of the chair, his mouth opened and Streak let out a scream."Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ahhhhh!" If the silver man's legs hadn't been tied down he would have been kicking as well. His back arched and he continued to scream. The guard stopped pressing the button and Streak sat there, limp, almost lifeless. A smile covered the guards face. "You don't seem to cocky now. What's wrong? Cant handle a little pain.?" The guard continued to taunt Streak. Streak didn't hear the whole thing because he was fading in and out. of consciousness. The guard pushed the button again. He was enjoying it now.

Streak was covered in silver and sweat. His face was contorted in pain. He screamed out loud and woke up. He looked around the room. He was back on the farm of his new friend David and his parents. He heard footsteps and looked to where they were coming from. They were upstairs coming down. They rushed towards the sound and saw Streak sitting up on the couch. They rushed over to his side. He smiled at them and saw that they came prepared. They were each carrying a gun. "I'm sorry." he said to them. He then proceeded to explain a little about the camps. They felt sorry for him and comforted him. After a while they all went back up to bed and left Streak sitting there on the couch. About an hour after everyone had left he had fallen asleep again.

Streak woke up early the next morning with the rest of the family. They ate a breakfast early that day and Streak knew that he was going to have to stop and eat later on. Using his powers this much always drained his energy and made him hungrier than he normally. was. They prepared eggs, biscuits, and ham from their own pigs and chickens. "That was probably the best batch of eggs I've had in a long time. Thank you. Now I'm afraid I must be off. I'm traveling the world and there still a lot of it left for me to see." Streak said to them standing up and helping with the dishes. There wasn't much they needed help with on the farm so he did what he could.

"Do ya have ta go?" David said to him. Both of David's parents stopped what they were doing to listen to Streak's answer. "Ya. I appreciate all y'all've done for me. I couldn't have asked for any better reception. But I need to go along my way. I can't impose on y'all any more."They all looked sad at his response. "No no no, yer no imposition on us. We love havin' ya here. We haven't seen any other mutants around here that's why we sent David after ya yesterday." David's dad piped up. "In fact yer welcome back here anytime yer in town." What they seemed said seemed to be genuine. That seemed to be a rare thing even these days. David's family walked Streak outside and watched him take off and fly away. David followed Shawn for a little while before he had to return to his family. Streak turned around and saw them waving as he flew higher and higher and then he took off flying west.

Again Streak was forced to continue his scavenging, stealing and borrowing, from stores as he settled down five more times that day to eat. He had been fortunate on his trip so far. There had been nice days for flying and nice days for just being outside. Since it was such a nice day Streak decided to take his time. He turned off his powers and settled down in a park. There weren't many people around so Streak thought it would be okay if he laid back and slept a little. The grass was cool under him and the sun was refreshing. The breeze from the wind made everything seemed perfect. By this time he had covered most of the east and was relaxing in Montana. That is until he was encountered by a huge man covered in tattoos and muscles. He didn't seem happy to see Streak asleep in the grass.

He looked like the typical Hell's Angel biker. Leather boots, leather pants, a black tight muscle shirt, black leather jacket with spikes and chains on it, black leather gloves, long braided hair, and a long mustache that blended into his long beard. The man was part muscle and part fat. Typical of those kind of bikers you see in the movies. "Hey you." He kicked Streak lightly in the legs. He wasn't trying to hurt Streak, at least it didn't seem that way, but he was bothering Streak and that was something he didn't want.

Streak lazily opened his eyes and looked up at the man, who was now standing directly over Streak and blocking the sun from hitting Streak at all. "Do you mind, man? I'm trying to sleep." Streak didn't care what how big the man was he wasn't going to ruin the silver man's day. "You can't be here dude. It's not safe. You'll wish you hadn't stayed around if you live long enough to find out what will happen to you."The man said to Streak. "Look if I were you I'd be more worried what this mutant will do to you than what you could possible do to me." A smile crept across Streak's face once again. The man was mad now. He bent down and grabbed Streak by the shoulders and picked him up. "What makes you so sure you could beat me. I've killed lesser men than you before." The silver man was getting tired of these insubordinate and ignorant humans. This was the second time he'd been addressed like he was an animal.

Streak yawned in the mans grip. "And what makes you so sure I haven't killed scum bags like you. What makes you so confident that you, some smelly, ugly, ignorant piss ant of a human could ever hope to harm me? I have seen worse things than you could probably imagine. I've seen what ignorant people like yourself do what their left in charge of everyone." He paused for a second. This as getting out of hand people still didn't appreciate mutants like they were equals. "Oh ya an what do 'smelly, ugly, ignorant piss ants' like myself do? Streak could tell he was getting mad. He then piped up before the silver man had a chance to answer, "Look around. Do you think a person like me rides without his buddies?"

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter from all around the two. Streak looked around. There were easily ten of them and they were all about the same size as the first guy.Streak showed no emotion at the fact that he was severely outnumbered. He knew he couldn't win this fight, but he was sure he could scare a few of them from messing with a mutant again. "Why don't you put me down and we'll just see who the better person is." The man put him down and Streak was ready. Before anyone knew it he had formed a couple of knives in each and and was ready to make more. The biker pulled out his gun and pointed the barrel directly at Streak's head. Streak wasn't phased. He'd had more guns pointed at him than a cop walking down the bad side of town. "You think that will scare me? Come on man use your head." Streak quickly brought one knife up with such force that it cut the barrel of the gun clean in half. That freaked the biker and his gang out. He pointed the knife at the mans neck and said, "Leave now or you'll be sorry and dead. More dead than sorry, but you really should leave me alone."

The main biker looked scared at having a knife pointed at his throat. The rest of the gang pulled out their guns and pointed them at Streak. "Oh man y'all just never learn do you? Do yo honestly think that I wont be able to move faster than you can shoot?" The gang pulled back the hammers on their guns and took aim at his head and body. Streak threw the knife down and it landed in the main bikers foot. It went straight through his boot and into the grass. Blood stated to seep out of the wound. He cried out in pain as he tried to remove the knife from his foot. "Ahhh! Streak took off in into the air flying high. They shot. Missed. some shot before they followed Streak into the air and shot the first biker. all the man of silver could do was laugh. They had no chance of hitting him in the air. The first biker fell to the ground being hit a few times, still unable to get the knife out of his boot and the ground.

Streak felt no pity for the biker that got shot. Hopefully there will be one less mutant hater in the world. he thought. Once they had left he went back and retrieved his knife from the mans foot with ease. They had called the cops and left the scene. Streak took their cue and headed through Idaho and into the forests of Oregon. He took his rest there in the trees of the huge red woods. There no one would bother him.

Streak woke up a little later during the day. He slowly opened his eyes and stretched. The birds chirped and the crickets were starting to play. It was so peaceful Streak felt like he was in paradise. No one was around to bother him or to bother the tranquility of the area. Streak rolled over and fell the rest of the way to the forest floor. The floor was soft as well. It was littered with dead leaves, twigs, pine cones and other things. He didn't mind the occasional twig poking his feet or stepping on the random pine cone.

He would have flown through the forest but he wasn't in any hurry and he felt like he was in a place of peace. Like there was no worry in his world, no horrible of the memories, no hatred towards mutants, no good no bad. Just Streak, the forest, and the animals. After much walking it still seemed like the forest was going on forever and had no end. No matter how peaceful the forest seemed Streak needed to leave the forest so that he could find some food. Of course the silver man had no problem finding his own food, but he decided that he didn't feel like upsetting the balance of the forest. Plus all he'd seen around were birds.

Streak flew up through the foliage of the trees. He felt like he was breaking out of some place the way he burst through the trees and into the open air. Once he was clear of the trees and the forest he looked around and saw that there was no city around for miles. He flew south, towards where California is. Once he reached California it was dark out. The sun had gone down behind the horizon and people were starting to settle down for the night. Streak moved in and borrowed some clothes from a shop that was closing. After donning the clothes he walked out of the store like he owned the place. Streak walked around San Francisco and made a note of all the possible buildings that would be easy for him to get food from. This may not have been the way he liked to live, stealing food, and clothes but it was easier than worrying about money, the different currencies and any luggage.

After eating a nice dinner and relaxing in the park he moved on to finding a place to sleep. Once again, for the last time in America for a while, he snuck into a Hilton hotel room. The room was huge. There was a jacuzzi in the bathroom, a large king bed, plasma TV, and many more features that were very expensive. Well, at least they would have been if he was paying for it. The whole day was going great and nothing could have ruined the night. After taking a long bath in the jacuzzi, Streak thought about what he would do next. He thought about where he would head to next and decided in the morning he was heading to Canada.

(continued in Canada)