My name used to be Chassidy, though most of the people in this hell hole call me Enigma-37, The Devil Enigma. I used to be as human as Moira, now I'm just as much a mutant as Charles himself. Though if I remember correctly, the proper word for it would be mutate. I was the thirty-seventh person they subjected to this horrible procedure hence the 37 tacked onto the end of my name. If you're wondering what this process was, patience, I'm getting there. As far as I know, it's sometime in 1963; they never let me near a calendar so I can't be much more specific than that.

I was born June 1st 1926, to a wonderful family who loved me and I was happy, more or less. Unlike my siblings, I am the only one who doesn't look like mom or dad. I have, ever changing, grey-green eyes, red hair (I will admit I used to dye it, but now that I can create illusions, I don't need to waste my money), and skin so pale I make Charles look tan. I am roughly 5'6" and I love to read, write, and learn. According to what my teachers have said in the past I am a fast learner and a logical thinker (most of the time).

Sounds good right? Its about to get real bad real fast. Three months after my sixteenth birthday, I was kidnapped at my school's bus stop. One minute I'm about to get on the bus the next I'm strapped to a table and screaming my head off because there is a gigantic needle coming towards me. I, as to be expected, passed out and when I woke up again I had wings and could read every mind in the sprawling facility.

The mad woman responsible for my sudden mutation is named Nyx. She doesn't know that I am writing this and if she did she would probably kill me. She already tortures me with adamantium every time I fail a mission. I was told that to make me a mutate, they bombarded my DNA sequence with the genes of another mutant and because of it I inherited a severe allergy to the metal known as adamantium. If you took a close look at my wings, though the feathers cover them pretty well, you would see what looks like acid burns all over them. Strip me down to my delicates and you would see burns that would make even Erik Lehnsherr cringe.

I didn't learn this until much later, but I think you'll find it useful: Project Enigma is an offshoot of a government funded super soldier program. Originally Project Enigma had full government funding due to support from people like William Stryker. When the government found out just how they were making these super soldiers, they backed out and cut all ties with Nyx and anything that carried her name. We had been her life's work and now everything was slipping out from under her. Having been driven off the edge she decided to subject herself to the treatment, becoming that which she hated — a mutant. A few weeks after the first procedure, her mutation appeared; she was a telepath and an empath. The latter of which was already in her genetic code, dormant until she decided to play God. Being unable to fully control her gifts, she went completely mad becoming sadistic with her experiments and her methods of capture.

This was the Project Enigma that had captured me, mutated me, and sold me to the highest bidder as a mercenary or whatever they needed at the time. If I, or whichever Enigma they had chosen, didn't carry out our orders to their liking they could just send us back and they would receive their full refund a few days or weeks later. For our insubordination, we would be locked in isolation where Nyx would reprogram us to do as we were told without question. Eventually we all became exactly what she wanted; monsters. What she doesn't know is that we have figured a way out, the only thing we need now is a distraction big enough to turn the facility into a circus.

I need to get out of here. I don't want to be afraid every time I hear footsteps coming down the hall anymore. I don't want to fear for my life every single minute of every single day. Please help me.

All I know about my location is that it's somewhere near Muir island, if my knowledge of accents is correct anyway. I'm pretty sure the facility is underground because I've scanned every unfamiliar mind that goes by and they never seem to see a gigantic building. What I have seen though, is the door to an old underground bomb shelter. If you need anymore information to find me I'll do my best, but please come and get me and my friends out of here before Nyx kills all of us.