I run through the forest, closely followed by five male Adepts. If you can call them male. I mean, they're not even human, for gods sake.
I turn and pull the gun I've stolen from my jacket and fire five shots with fatal accuracy. That's one of my five powers- Deadly Accuracy- I never miss. Ever.
I turn and continue running, weaving through the pine trees and finally I reach the house. Well, it's more of a shelter, held together with magic. I didn't build it, but finders keepers. I sit down and coax the fire into life. Suddenly I hear the sound of footsteps and someone ducks under the flap, but doesn't seem to notice me. Strange.