Scott could sense another in the area, it was like the hair on the back of his neck was standing on end. With red eyes glowing, he scanned the forest. “Who’s there?”
Reagan jumped at the sound of a man’s voice, her eyes narrowing as she saw that his eyes were glowing red. Did that – that meant he was like her, right? A mutant. Still, she knew not all mutants were inherently friendly towards each other. It wasn’t like they were all part of some super secret club. Which was why she carefully stepped out into the moonlit path, saying, “Sorry, I didn’t think these woods were private property. Just looking for a place to crash for the night.”
Scott blinked and his eyes were back to their usual brown hue. “Oh, uh. They aren’t. Private property, I mean.” He sniffled, discreetly smelling the air. Was She the being he smelled in the woods? He stepped a little closer, and the smell also got stronger. It was her. “You’re different, aren’t you?” He asked, taking a few more steps forward. “’Cause I’m different too. I can help.”
