It was the twenty seventh. I didn't know of what month or what day of the week it was, but I knew it was the twenty seventh. On that day I met some people, and they changed me, for better or for worse, no one knows. The twenty seventh was the day I met Logan, and that day he took me to Charles. Sometimes I wish I knew the things I know now, for instance, I wish I knew what I was. I thought I was just a freak, something God screwed up on, but now I know that I am like no other, and I was no freak, no screw up. I was me, but what was me?
It started the day I left. I had been a year since I had met Logan and Charles, and in ways they had helped me, but in ways they had broken me. I knew from the beginning that Charles wanted me to do something that I had once vowed never to do again, which was use my mutant abilities. I thought I just had a bunch of weird powers but, I didn't. I was the last chance at mutants, the last one ever born. And I was special. Yet, special isn't always good, because with power comes weakness, and mine was something I couldn't stand to lose, and that was my sanity.
My abilities were the reason I had lost my family, my friends, and everyone I loved. After that day I didn't want them, even if they wouldn't ever go away. In fact, my powers grew stronger every day, I was always developing more, and more. I never knew why, until I saw the news. The mutants were dying. Some disease had spread like wildfire across the mutant population, and was killing them all off. The ones that were safe with Charles soon died mysteriously.
I wanted to die so badly. I tried, but I wouldn't, in fact I couldn't. I never knew why until I met Logan. I was like him in a way, in fact, several. Yet, I didn't know why. I'm pretty sure Charles always knew, he hinted at it. I should have realized what I was then, but I was too stubborn. I just wanted to be normal.
One day I tried using my mutant powers again, but it didn't work. I killed people, good innocent people, after that I wasn't sure I had a point in life. I had never
felt so alone. Maybe that was the way Logan felt all the time, alone. He had lost everything just as I had. But, I knew after I killed those people that I had to
leave Charles and Logan.
I couldn't stand to see the was Logan looked at me, he looked disgusted. That's when I met the reavers, and Donald Pierce. I was taken to Doctor Zander Rice, an egotistical jackass who hated Logan, and would do anything to hurt him. Doctor Rice didn't know that I knew Logan, he only cared about my powers, just like everyone else. This brings us to now, where I am held captive somewhere, alone, with only Donald Pierce to annoy me. I don't know what to do next, but I don't care.
My name is Elizabeth Porter. But they call me Cyanide.