I Can Control It

Just hold on for one moment. Imagine something for me. Imagine that you live in a world where you're hunted down for being anything other than normal. For having 'gifts', and sometimes, not being able to control them.
But someone is there to help you. To protect and care about you. Someone finally has their hand out to pull you out of your despair and grief. Professor Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters. A place where people with abilities beyond human belief go because no one else will accept them for who they are. Outcasts, rejects, runaways, freaks, monsters. Mutants. There, they are family, friends. Because everyone is equal, and has been through the same trauma and hatred their whole lives.
Taryn is one of those people. She has ice running through her veins and a pair of white wings retrofitted onto her back. Her parents allowed scientists to experiment on her at birth. She's anything but normal, but at least she's somewhere she knows she's safe. Hopefully.