They were actually backing away.

They [i]understood.[/i] Ryder's death glare soften by a fraction, as she believed it possible to escape now. This was the end of the road for now. She didn't know where she'd go, but she'd figure it out now. Ryder figured everything out, she could do this alone like she always thought she'd have to. 

[color=00ffff]"I mean it. Don't [i]ever[/i] come near me again. You don't know me, you don't know them. If you think you're so fucking clever that you could catch me, then you should know that. I'm not letting this all get ruined by some fucking nobodies who don't know me."[/color] Ryder's asteroid belt of debris clattered violently to the ground around her. She collected the scattered pilferings from the ground, and just for good measure, she sent out a telekinetic wave to toss the mutants back. Xavier would be parted from his wheelchair and Scott was off in some other direction. When they looked back, Ryder was gone. 

She had rocketed away into the sky again, into the forest. She made sure to stay near the town to ensure she could raid it again, or to lure those two fucking weirdos into it and make the town recognize them again. There wasn't much she needed right now, so she dropped into a tree and started playing with her stolen bits of tech. In the commotion, Ryder forgot to process that there was a knife and a bullet stuck in her... So she pulled them both out with her telekinesis. The sound she made as she ripped the bullet out would've alerted anyone chasing her, if they were still on her tail. 

Using her powers to float the basket into a tree, Ryder stopped to catch her breath. The sun was starting to go down. And this was the first time she had laid eyes on a sunset. This felt like being reborn, as if her life had properly began just an hour ago. Ryder had no intention of falling asleep right now- She had been kidnapped too many times in her sleep before for Silas' experiments. Instead, she used the disconnectedness of the moment to actually think in peace. In a few hours after she had rested, she'd sneak back into town and steal a few more things. A bike, a change of clothes, perhaps even something to eat. It would be very easy to snatch these things up under the cover of darkness.

Ryder felt blood start to soak into her shirt... She didn't think about this part. If she bled out now, what would be the point of all thing? 

Pain was ringing through her chest and arm. It felt throbbing, cold and slightly numb. The adrenaline was starting to dump out of her.

[color=00ffff]"Fuck... Fuck- [i]FUCK!"[/i][/color] She swore out loud, and the whole tree groaned under her. This wasn't supposed to happen, she wasn't supposed to get shot. Now she had to go back and hope she could find something to slow the bleeding or use a computer to look up how to cauterize things. And god as her witness, she would if she had to. But what if those fucking guys were there?

[color=00ffff][i]Fine then. I'll just go Brainshatter on them if I have to. Here we fucking go.[/i][/color]

Approximately 6 minutes later, Ryder was now awkwardly walking down an empty street. The sun was officially down, and blood was soaking into her shirt more and more. Her arm wasn't feeling that great at the moment. It felt hard to move her shoulder. Psychically looking through cameras on street corners, Ryder could tell there were no cars, but it was so dark that people might as well be invisible to her. Sweat was dripping down her face. But she didn't care, she couldn't stop. It was stop and die or continue and live. She was [i]not[/i] letting herself die here.

One foot in front of the other. Live by any means necessary. Or die.

And yet, her eyes were so very heavy, and Ryder tripped. She didn't get back up.