Raft escapee Samuel Sterns, adopting the moniker of "Leader," builds an army of enhanced individuals to challenge the forces of S.H.I.E.L.D., Helix, and whoever else stands in the way of his quest for global domination. Ciciley Livingston is brought...
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"Fahr" is the name chosen later in her life – or whatever one may choose to call it.
But once she was nameless.
The circumstances of her personal background still remain a mystery. Anything before the night she woke up naked in that dark alleyway was a total blur. Whether or not it could be classified as amnesia was up to a certified professional.
Completely dazed and standing off-balance, she was surrounded by six others in the same condition.
Five women. One man.
One of them she would later come to personally know as "Heather."
They all wandered in separate directions. A passing vehicle nearly struck one of them, honking its horn to shoo her away.
Bystanders stopped and stared – some taking pictures, some giggling.
Fahr ran as fast as she could, her bare breasts jiggling in motion.
Deeper into the heart of the city she ventured. After a while, she began to tire.
The only warm place she could find to sleep was inside a dumpster, where she spent the remainder of the night. She was awoken the next day by the morning pickup, barely able to escape in time before she ended up in the dump truck.
A small Salvation Army outpost was the only place where she could obtain reasonable clothes: a black leather jacket, grey t-shirt, ripped black jeans, and leather boots. She checked herself in the mirror, seeing herself for the first time – a goth-like young woman with cropped black hair and pale skin.
She continued wandering the streets, growing hungrier by the second.
She hadn't even realized she had been staring at a hot dog stand for minutes, her mouth drooling with hunger.
"Hey, kid," the vendor (an old, mustached black man) yelled at her. "Get outta here! Your stank butt is drivin' my customers away!"
"I'm sorry," she said – it was the first instance she spoke, realizing she possessed a German accent. "I only want something to—"
"I got it covered."
A young, formally-dressed blonde came to her rescue, handing ten dollars to the vendor and buying a hot dog for her.
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