Wolverine's Feral Flame

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Meet Yelena

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Prologue

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Mutants are those with a power that cannot be properly explained. Whatever kind of mutation, it could happen at any random moment, whether your guard is down or if its protecting you. Some have a very simple mutation such as nature, or even psychokinesis, ones that could be mastered with practice, but then there are some mutations that aren't so simple, ones that can't really be controlled even with practice. There was a mutant who I had known where he could make a normal deck of cards his own weapon. I believe he once made them solid and sharp, it pierced the body of his attacker.

His mutation wasn't so simple as others may think, he had told me it takes concentration, he must not worry about those around him in order to get himself to safety if he needed to. There was also another who had the traits of a feline, he had been able to climb walls, jump at impossible heights, even the retractable nails and sharp canine teeth. Both of those men examples of a simple and not so simple mutation . . . then there was me. I had no idea how I managed to remember that much while I lay on the table, hands strapped above my head and feet strapped down, preventing me from moving even an inch.

There was nothing but pain in every bone in my body, every muscle, I had no idea that pain could be this bad, so much so where I had just wanted to die right then and there but I knew I had to get out of here. The room I was in was dark, a light above me, and I did my best to look around, only to see nothing but a black abyss past the light. No thought came to my mind as to how I even got here, nothing had come to me when I tried to recall what I was doing last, even my name for that matter. Any normal person in my position would be freaking out, screaming and demanding where they were, but something told me no one was here.

If someone were, then they would've come in here by now.

. . . You need to get out . . . you need to hurry . . . concentrate . . .

A small whimper emitted from me as I looked around, tugging on my restraints as best as I could, tilting my head to look at my hands, seeing the tight cuffs around my wrists. I clenched my hands into fists as I tried to move them around, only to let out a yelp when they cut into my wrists, my breathing beginning to pick up as I let my head fall back down on the table. Picking my head up once more, I looked down at the restraints around my ankles, only to see the same exact cuffs around my wrists, knowing I'll just cut myself if I even try.

. . . Concentrate . . .

Looking back at my wrists, I clenched my hands into fists once more, letting out a small grunt as the cuffs pierced my skin, watching in shock as the cuffs slowly began to freeze over. Though it had no affect on me, flinching when the metal suddenly caught fire, watching as the cuffs slowly melted. I shook the hot metal off of me, quickly sitting up and tugging on the cuffs that bound my ankles, getting them off and getting off the table, only to have my legs give out from the sudden weight. I caught myself on the table, waiting a few minutes to get the feeling back, looking around the dark room. Looking up at the light above me, I forced myself straight, reaching up and grasping the metal part, yanking it down as hard as possible.

The wire holding the light easily disconnected from the ceiling, managing to catch it before it hit the table and shattered, holding the light by its wire and pointing it in front of me. The room was nothing but concrete, however, there was a glass mirror in front of me, narrowing my eyes slightly and pointing the light up to the ceiling, following the wire that was pinned to the ceiling, watching as it leads right to the mirror. I yanked at the light once more, pushing off the table and slowly walking to the mirror, noticing that I had nothing on except for a dark chain with a stone dangling from it.