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Agnes POV
My parents have had an on again off again relationship for the longest time. I'm a product of one of their "on again" nights. When my mother Raven found out that she was pregnant with Erik's child, she fled to a small village in France, (apparently fleeing was something his baby mama's had in common). On November 11th, 1963 I was born … Agnes Lensherr, a light blue skinned beauty. Raven's plans were to abandon me as soon as I popped out of her, but one look at me and she was filled with an emotion she never thought she would feel again. She says it was love, but I'm certain it was the blue that ringed a bell on how it felt to feel alone and different. Every day, Raven would remind of how beautiful the color of my skin was, she would remind me that one day I would discover my abilities. She reminded me that no matter what, they were a gift and not a curse, and for that … I am grateful, for the rest? She can go to hell. I loved her, she was all I had and she led me to believe I was all she had, but then one night she tucked me into bed whilst reciting the same old story of how men were monsters and mutants were the answer to humanity. When I woke up the next day, she was gone … I waited a month for her return, every day a piece of my heart breaking and turning into stone. Finally when I understood she wasn't coming back, I realized I couldn't believe those stories because in the end, she was the monster. I was thirteen when she left. A part of me felt like screaming and becoming angry with the world but another part of me was too in pain, I wish I could say it was a pain in the hole were my heart used to be. Instead it was a burning sensation; as if something was trying to escape… it was my gift. I was given the strength of a thousand men; I could suck the energy from living things and objects around me and use it for my advantage. I wish I could tell you I wasn't scared, I wish I could tell you I didn't wish Raven was there to help me, but I was and I did. One day after I had sorted for food in the garbage, I ran into a peculiar red headed girl, I would say she was a few years older than me yet she acted like she was much wise beyond her years. What was even more peculiar is that this red headed teenager was Russian, she asked me for directions in French but I could sense a hint of Russian behind the accent so I took my chances and gave them to her in Russian. She took a swing at me and next thing I knew I was in a dark room, she appeared from the shadows and in front of her were instruments of torture. She asked me about what I knew about the red room, I told her I knew nothing and she took another swing. I didn't want to use my powers, I could have sucked the life right out of her but I took a vow to never be a monster like Raven and Erik. After a few more punches and a bit of water boarding, the monster within me came out. The red headed Russian was in shock when I tore from the metal bars holding me, now it was my turn to have fun, my eyes began to glow white (so I hear) … I thirsted for vengeance, but then the thought of Raven brought me back. After that day, the Russian girl and I became friends, after I answered all her questions on what I was and what Raven did to me. Something within the girl made her heart open towards me … Natasha was her name, she guided me and I guided her. When I turned fifteen, Natasha and I parted ways, I'm thankful for her and I wish I could've spent more time with her … but the darkness within her was to great, she had to give in and I just couldn't support her. I decided I wanted to relocate to Canada, there really wasn't a specific reason … I just spun the globe and picked the spot where my finger landed. Canada was quiet and peaceful, I was still a bit scared of my gifts but I knew there was no better place to get a hold on them, even still I wished for some help … some guidance. Well … my wish came true; I met a man named Logan. He was special like me, the first person I met besides Raven that had abilities. He was tough and at first I was tempted to kill him, it wasn't until I actually tried to kill him that we realized we needed each other. Love works in mysterious ways, he became a big brother to me, I'd say a father but he'd never let me say that; I would've loved to call him my old man Logan. He helped control my abilities, he helped channel my feelings and even though he didn't know how it felt to feel the energy of all things around me, he helped me channel that too. Everything was so perfect, truthfully I had forgotten about Raven and Erik. That was until I saw him on the news; he went by the name Magento and by his wingman... Or should I say wingwoman, Mystique were wreaking havoc in New York City. It had been a while since I felt such a thirst for vengeance, a thirst for blood. I felt ashamed, I … I came from such evil and it was my job to put an end to them. Even still, what really did it for me was the look on Logan's face … I had never seen the look of pain on him, a pain that came from the heart. That night after we got home, he told me all the stories involving Magneto and the trail of pain he left behind … he told me all the stories of the days of futures past. That night I packed a bag, and headed to New York City, I left Logan a note, something Raven didn't do. There were whispers of were Magneto had fled to after the attack on New York City. When I reached the location, I saw him standing with his back towards me in the most perfect posture I had ever seen next to mine. I knew it was rather suspicious, but I was ready to suck all the energy right out of him, I ran towards him as fast as I could which no I realize was not the best idea I've ever had because I wasn't even close to him when my I felt every muscle besides my heart paralyze. He turned towards me, I felt a chill creep down my spine, and he approached me with loving eyes. Somehow my father had slowed the aging process, he didn't look a day past 36. All I could think was how can a monster have love in his eyes? … He caressed my face and told me how much he would love his children no matter what. Apparently I had three other half-siblings; he left but only after planting one on my forehead, he nodded at someone buried in the shadows and I gained control of my body again. To him the kiss ended my blood thirst, but it only added fuel to the fire. I knew I needed to become stronger, but I also wanted to know my half-siblings, even if I found one of them to be good it would mean me having family. I took twenty years to focus on my powers, in those years I met my siblings and created a good relationship with them all: Wanda, Pietro, and Kurt. But if you ask me, my favorite was Wanda; she taught me how to use a power I didn't know I had. She told me it was a strong power and it was to only be used for great emergencies. I was Kurt's favorite because I had blue skin too. After the twenty years were over, I was ready to face Magneto, but of course I would face him in style, Wanda had made a costume for me, it was a little too red for my taste so I added some black. Nothing but my face was exposed, revealing excessive skin during combat would be stupid. I heard Magneto was headed to Germany, something about an Asguardian alien trying to rule the world blah blah blah, I just wanted Magneto and then Mystique. When I arrived in Germany, the Asguardian Loki had been defeated by a man wearing the American flag, I searched and searched for Magneto and when I found him, he had a young woman wrapped around his arms, they were kissing passionately and I was disgusted … passionately. But then an idea was born, I had been going at it all wrong. I needed to destroy the heart and then the man … I just never knew this man had a heart. I needed to know more about the girl before I ended her life, I wanted to know how crazy and twisted she was, what beauty in her right mind would love a beast? So I caught a plane to New York City where I hoped an old friend of mine Ben Urich, would have information on her. Apparently her name was Maria Stark, and everyone knew about her. Her father was some sort of billionaire, genius, playboy, philanthropist named Tony Stark. Mr. Stark finally settled down when his girlfriend Pepper Potts became pregnant with Maria eighteen years ago and as it turns out New York City was were the Stark family was currently residing. I told Ben I would be staying in NYC for a while, but he reminded me blue skin would draw a lot of attention, even though it was beautiful blue skin. Luckily another old friend Professor Charles, had made me a special bracelet to conceal my blue when I needed to like he did for my half-brother. I put on the bracelet and applied for a job at where Ben worked, The Daily Bugle. It was a perfect place to learn about this Maria, but it's also where I met him. A photographer for The Daily … I felt an emotion I had never felt before. I had been wrapped up in revenge and vengeance … I forgot to love. Ben caught me staring at him and told me that the man's name was Peter Parker.
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