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COLD nights on the street, nobody caring where you were, nobody caring about your wellbeing expect yourself. You had to protect yourself, and make sure you even were still humane. With nobody to help you, everything you knew and loved was now dead, all because of you. You caused this and you were going to continue on this path - no matter the price. And no matter what happens, there wasn't anybody to pick you back up, to help you through tough times - you were alone.
She accepted the fact since the day she found out about her powers. The day she was turned from a girl who witnessed her mother and father executed in front of her eyes from the woman who could manipulate metal for her liking. But the choice wasn't made by her, it was forced upon her, and she couldn't do anything but feel the pain and agony placed upon her life at the ripe age of seven.
But she knew what would happen to her once her parents died. Everything became numb. Nothing was the same after they died and this only pushed her down this horrible, twisted path.
Erika knew what led to this place, and she didn't mind it. She didn't enjoy it, let alone like it, but she didn't mind it. She had been in worse conditions, harsher lifestyles and this might have been the nicest prison she had been in.
The prisons she were usually in consist of things that should kill her, and things that a lab rat would see. And that is exactly was she was. A lab rat. An experiment. She was shaped into weapon, and her creators succeeded. She was a monster. A killer. And a mutant. People hated them, fear of the unknown she supposed, but she could careless for those beings. Mutants were above all these humans - they were evolution. They were the next level humans, but they wanted to kill them all. And that didn't sit well with Erika.
Erika found herself in Gotham, one of the most mutant-hated towns in the country. Being the poster-girl for mutant rights, she came to the source. Erika didn't expect the streets to be as rough as it seemed, but she cared little for the people of Gotham, but she felt a bit of empathy for the children that had to steal their way to eat every day, because she had been in their same situation. But they weren't one of them, so Erika walked pasted them without thinking twice.
Erika was in an all white room, her clothes the same color as she sat on the floor, her eyes closed. Erika was a very powerful mutant, and she wasn't just going to rot in this prison. She heard voices from across the hall from her, criminals, drug dealers, petty thieves all were in the same building. All of them speaking about things that she didn't concern herself with, but one topic made her ears perk up.
"Listen, I heard one of them guards talking about mutants coming to Gotham."
Another man laughed as Erika opened her eyes. She sat cross-legged, her back facing the cell door. Erika only turned her head to face the origin of the conversation - truly, she wanted to hear what criminals think of mutants, and maybe they can join her side, but this all took a downfall when the second man spoke.
"Listen, if those goddamn freaks raid our city, I'm leaving the country." This send Erika off the edge. She stood up, her blue eyes hardening as she clenched her first. Her white shoes made no noise as she went to the metal bars. She put her hand up, her eyes on the metal as she swiped her hand to the right. The entire structure of the door all went to the right, leaving her pathway open for her.
Erika knew where this man's cell was. He was the only one to speak during the duration of her prison time. She clenched her teeth, her hand towards his man's cell. She walked down the empty hallway, her 5'8" figure standing tall as she turned to the right cell.
Alarms started to ring loudly as Erika threw the cell door behind her with a flick of her wrist. The man look up in fear, knowing what he said effect her. He crawled to the back of the cell, pleading for forgiveness but Erika's cold eyes stayed on his, her expression staying the same.
"Stop! If you do this... you-you will become the monster we believed to be!"
His plea fell upon deaf ears as he saw the metal bars started moving from behind her to the dark-haired man. His eyes went from Erika to floating metal behind her. He closed his eyes before he started losing oxygen from the metal wrapped around his neck. Erika's hand was extended outwards as she closed her fist, ending the miserable man's life as she heard footsteps coming closer.
"I already am a monster, I have been since the beginning."
Yelling telling Erika to stand down nearly made Erika chuckle as she exited the cell, blocking anybody from following by creating a blockade by doors and other metallic objects in the wall of the prison.
She hummed as she walked out of the solitary confinement corridor, stretching her arms and legs before more screaming arose. "There is a mutant in the left wing!"
Erika held her composure for a moment, but quickly snapped once she saw the group of guards piling up in front of her, guns in hand and shields in case anything happens. She chuckled as she raised both hands, all their guns turning against them. Gunshots sounded, blood being shed on the hallway as Erika just walked over the dead bodies, her mind not finding a bit of empathy for them.
Of course, Charles would've told you no violence, a voice in the back of her head spoke. She mentally groaned, chastising herself as she walked out to the fresh air. She didn't waste any time leaving the compound, and finally telling the world about a mutant coming into contact with their 'perfect' system.
Erika flicked her wrist as the fence bent downwards and she stepped over it. She made it to the streets, a smirk playing on her lips as she spoke,
