New Responsibilities

Chapter 1 [Edited]

My name is (C/N) and I have magic. Yep, you heard me, magic.

I can control elements and use red magic, it's nothing too exciting, I'm nothing like the Scarlet Witch or the most powerful sorcerer supreme, Doctor Strange. Speaking of whom.

Doctor Strange is the person I am currently living with! He has been teaching me magic and how to control my powers for several years now. The doctor found me when I was around 12 years old. I was orphaned when both my parents disappeared. I don't remember what happened because I was too young, but all I do know is that one day they both left and never returned.

That was around the time I started to develop my powers.

They first appeared when I threw a tantrum at the shelter. The lady taking care of us at the time tried to calm me down but instead made it worse.

Things started to float into the air, only small items like crayons and stuff. Then there was a small earthquake that shook the building. Things only started to settle down when I passed out.

Nothing was the same after that.

Other kids from the shelter started to treat me differently. They would be nice to me, give me gifts, snacks, etc. I may have been a child at the time, but I knew what was going on. I also wasn't deaf or stupid either. I would hear the other older kids talk about me. Saying that I was a freak, a force of nature not to be messed with, that I was one of those mutants that they've seen on tv once or twice destroying a whole town with their powers.

That's when I realized, the kids weren't being nice to me because they liked me.

They were nice to me because they were scared of me.

They were scared of me getting upset and doing bad things to them with my powers.

Being a kid and hearing people saying they were terrified of you.

It was traumatizing.

So I ran away.

They would all be safer and happier if I was never there to begin with.

So I left and never looked back.

Unfortunately, I couldn't leave New York City entirely. No one would let a child cross the state line.

So instead, I did what I could to survive. I found a small box in an alley and made it my home for the duration of my life. I made a living off stealing small amounts of food, I made sure not to take too much so that the person doesn't realize, plus I didn't want to have too much food on my hands that I end up wasting it.

I never took anything that wasn't necessary, only food, clothes, and the occasional pocket change.

That's what it was like for a while. Until one fateful day.

One day I tried to take some food from a man, he saw me and tried to catch me. I ran away but he kept chasing after me. I didn't want to lead him back to my box, so I turned down so many allies and turns. But I got sloppy and trapped myself in a dead end instead. The man caught up with me and blocked my way out.

He told me he just wanted to talk but I was too scared. It was the first time I got caught stealing after all.

So out of panic I used my powers to cause a distraction long enough so that I could get away. Which worked thank the stars.

After escaping I returned to my box and enjoyed my food.

Only to hear a voice appear behind me.

I practically jumped ten feet in the air and nearly choked to death on my meal. Only to see that it was the same man from before. Being the terrified little girl I was, I asked who he was and what he was going to do to me.