4: Mutant Phones
Sasha awakened in a bed at Scotland Yard. Certainly not the Five Star Hotel she'd been hoping for. She was handed a pile of clothes. The ones she'd been wearing counted as evidence. All evidence had to be given to the inspector. She was instructed to leave them in a pile in the corner by the door. Apparently she was to wait in her room for further instructions.
The Policewoman was tall and dark with a face that showed no signs of emotion. "Your name?" She asked. It wasn't an attempt to try and be friendly. Just another thing she had been told to say. Another thing on her to-do list.
"Mary Street." Sasha lied. She had had an unfortunate mishap with a policeman before which had resulted with the policeman ending up in hospital for three months. Life would probably be easier if there was no previous record of her. She wasn't especially pleased with her new name. It was just the first thing that had popped into her head.
"Parents?"
"I have none."
There. Hopefully the Police would assume she was just an ordinary London street urchin. An ordinary London street urchin who happened to have survived a freak explosion which blanked out an industrial state unscarred.
The Policewoman noted it down, and walked out, after carefully locking the door.
Sasha examined the clothes she'd been given. Some Primark trousers that didn't fit and a shapeless plain white polo shirt. Cheap underwear a size to big. She'd get rid of them later. She hurled of her black top and jeans, (she could never afford underwear, so she didn't wear it) and threw on the new clothes. They felt coarse and alien to her skin. She chucked the other clothes in a heap by the door, purposely not bothering to fold them first.
Could she have really caused the explosion? Surely it was impossible, but there was no other explanation. She remembered the barren circle of earth. It was around a mile radius, and it had appeared to centre around her. What had happened to the guards and policeman? They must have been killed instantly. Great. She was a thief, a mutant and a killer all on one day.
Bored, she rifled through the cabinet by the bed. A brush. Sasha combed her silky black her, something she hadn't done in months. It felt good.
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