Sprint

If fear had an image, it would look like a fourteen year old girl with wavy chestnut and stormy gray eyes. Most people would skip over me if they were searching for a threat. That's makes me more of a threat then. With my sweet smile and positive attitude, I'm easily mistaken for being kind. I am not. I can easily be your worst nightmare. Or the last thing you see before you die. My name is Sev and I am proud to say, I am a mutant. Long story short: I am being hunted and need to leave.