If I Could...

Chapter 1

The wind blew fiercely. There was a particularly nasty storm brewing, and the whole city of Columbia was to be evacuated. It was November 28, 2001, and a lady had not too long ago given birth. She was scared and agitated, but it had nothing to do with the storm coming her way.

She was afraid that the storm wouldn't keep them out.

She had been running away from Hydra for a long time. She was a mutant, and they found her when she was only a teenager. They took everything away from her, and then some... but then they found out she had inhuman capabilities after years of torture.

The funny thing is, she slipped up because they told her they would let her go, and she stupidly had taken the bait. Deciding that she wanted to feel her sparks again, she waited till they left, and let them flow.

Obviously, they had cameras, and it caught everything she did.

So after that discovery, they impregnated her with the semen of one of their winter soldiers. He was big and broody. He was the only black man, throughout the whole compound, and the only Soldier, that survived being injected with her mutation gene. That's when she knew she couldn't let them have her child.

Being their most prized experiment she knew of every horror that Hydra had to offer. She knew what they would do to her daughter, and she could never in her mind let them dig their clutches into her precious baby. She could never let her child be subjugated to that type of pain.

So she ran.

She ran as fast, and as hard as her pregnant body could take her. Using every trick she knew, and learned, she made her way from the freezing Kobasky District of the Sakha Republic in Russia all the way to Columbia, South Carolina. Along the way, she took a new name.

Cynthia Ntwa.

She got rid of her German accent in favor of an African one and moved to South Carolina in hopes that she would be able to stay as low to the floor as possible. It was hard though. The experimentations, stress, and physical abuse that were forced on her body had caused her natural plump lips to thin out, her black 4c coils had unraveled completely and turned ashen, and her naturally darker skin was turned so pale, she looked sickly.

So now, being a ghostly colored black pregnant women, with a butchered African accent, and snow white hair, no identifications, or any type of evidence to being real, it didn't really do any good. So she shaved it all off, and tried for a British one, and well; it worked for a while... She still needed her identifications.

And as if God heard her prayers the chemical concoction that was her bloodstream started to react with her natural born powers. She started to change. Now; instead of her ghostly skin tone, with bone straight white hair. She looked totally different. Her original looks started to shine through.

The deep copper brown that stretched along her body. 4c black hair. Her lips had thickened. And her eyes weren't sunken in anymore, they were actually almond shaped.

And she loved it.

It helped her to forget the pain she went through. The needles that were always inside of her. The IVs. The pills she swallowed dry. The years before, when she was ripped -or rather dumped- from her family.

And now that she thinks about it, it was all pretty ironic.

Her parents hated her for getting pregnant by a man with the last name Wilson at the age of 13. Then after she had the child they kept it and kicked her out.

And now, instead of her being kicked from her child's life, and living. She had to dump her baby, on an unexpecting hospital staff, and let herself-die.

She signed the child's name as Sabri Wilson -at least then she would probably be able to find her older brothers, and then before the doctors could come back she used her powers to break into the cabinet and grabbed the sharpest thing she could find.

She heard a loud boom and got out of the room as fast as she could. Cutting off the band, she flushed it and sent out a blast of power throughout the hospital to stop the lights.

Breathing hard she could feel them getting closer.

She ran towards the elevator with the scalpel, she knew her baby would be gone by now, on the way to another hospital up north to be adopted by some other loving family.

She was at the top level before she knew it, taking the last flight of stairs so that she could reach the roof. They were right behind her. She got out then using her powers to hold the door, she walked to the edge.

Looking over the harsh winds, and rain piercing her skin. She could hear them banging on the door; the strain they put against her powers.

Looking down again, it was a 100 story drop, if she jumped they wouldn't be able to save her once she hit the ground.

If they didn't stop her that is.

So, gripping the scalpel hard as she could she forcefully plunged the metal instrument into the side of her neck, and dragged it along her soft flesh, ripping through skin, tearing the muscle, scraping bone. She screamed.

Blood poured from her mouth, and she gurgled out a bloody laugh, then choked soon after. She let her powers down as they burst through the door.

The head scientist screamed out, profanities as she crumbled to the ground, a couple agents tried to catch her, but she used what little power she had left and forced everyone off the edge with her. She smiled as they all screamed out in terror, as they felt her pulling them.

She especially wanted the doctor to die.

She would never forget his face even after death. He was the man who found her. He promised to give her 13-year-old self a home, he was a disgusting person, so when he got close enough to her as they all fell, she latched on to him to make sure he hit the ground right along with her. They only had a short way to go, and that's perfect because there were only about 10 people that came and got her.

They had about 5 more seconds, and she counted down while she remembered.

5.

She thought about her daughter, and how beautiful she was.

4.

How she would never see her again and never be able to know how she would turn out.

3.

Her Son, that she didn't even get to kiss goodbye that cold September night.

2.

Her family, and how she no longer hates them for what they did to her.

1.

Her children, and that they would never know their real mother.

"I Love Y-"

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