Ok so you all know, I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS

Ok so you all know, I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS! They belong to Marvel, cuz believe you me, if I DID own them, I would be wasting my time here…lol. Enjoy

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New York. One of the biggest, busiest cities in the world. I guess you could say I lived there, but in a way, I didn't. I had only been on the streets of the city to kill, to get revenge. The rest of the times I lived in the sewers, the home of the Morlocks, my family. Honestly though, there was no possible way for me to live in the actual city, with my appearance. I mean, hell, people get criticized for wearing the wrong clothes, or using an "out-dated" cell-phone, how would they react to someone with bones jutting out of her shoulders, arms, and legs. Yeah, you guessed it, they'd hate me, despise me, maybe to the point of trying to kill me. That's why I hate humans. My opinion is they are "out-dated". We, mutants, are the new generation, the new race of humankind. Given some time, mere humans will be extinct, and we will walk the earth.

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"Well, I must say, that was invigorating." Dark Beast, or as I called him, Darky, strolled into our hideout with three bulging moneybags slung over his shoulder.

I looked over my shoulder at my furry blue accomplice who had sat down to count out the money, "You didn't do too shabby." I stated plainly without taking my attention off our old television set. You had to kick it a couple times to get the channels you needed, but it was better than nothing. I could feel the pressure of a sharp bone protruding from my shin and digging into my other. I quickly snapped it off, sending a throbbing rush of pain up my leg, but it was short and lasted not even a second.

He smiled out of satisfaction, thinking that he'd escaped my criticism, "Hm? No cynical remarks? Although I must say I did pretty well." His smiled broadened.

I shook my head, "You mighta done ok, but with my help we could'a gotten twice that much." I shrugged to show my disinterest in the matter and turned back to the TV. I was flipping though the channels when I came across the news.

"This just in, a major bank robbery has occurred." A dark haired man with a fake-looking serious expression was on the screen, reading from a pile of papers.

"Looks like I made the news." Darky straightened his back with an obvious aura of pride.

I listened to the news, ignoring the comment.

The reporter continued, "Three mutants have just attacked Liberty Bank on the corner of Washington St. and Joliet Dr."

I raised an eyebrow and glanced at Dark Beast, "I thought you held up the Kennedy Bank on 5th St…?"

He had turned around in his swivel chair and stared at the screen, "I did."

My mouth turned upward in a mocking smirk, "Looks like you ain't the bad boy you thought you were."

He gave me a nasty look, and we both put our attention back in the news.

"The outlawed gang of mutants stole over 45% of the banks money, killing one and injuring five in the hold up. Police have found no evidence leading to the capture of the mutants, but are still looking." The dark haired man was interrupted by a young blond, "Just goes to show those dirty mutants should all be locked up." The two phony men laughed at what they thought was a funny comment.

I rolled my eyes in anger and shut off the TV, "How much do you wanna bet those goodie-goodies, the X-Men are gonna be chasing after the unlucky bastards who call themselves "criminals"?"

Darky chuckled quietly, "Agreed."

"Well, I'm gonna go…attend to some of my business." I hadn't seen the Morlocks in a couple of days, and I normally saw them everyday. They were my family, and the only people who accepted me. I grabbed a hundred dollars out of Darky's pile for the Morlocks, and slipped it in my pocket, without him noticing. After five or six years of thieving, I was a pretty good pickpocket; I often stole things from Dark Beast that he still, to this day, doesn't know about.

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"Aunt Sarah!" I smiled as I entered the home of the Morlocks. They all lived together in a big room, hidden deep in the sewers. The little one, named Lorlei ran up to me and hugged my leg. This place was always full of such a warmth and love; it was surreal to everything I did in my daily routine of life.

I knelt down and picked up Lorlei in my arms, "Where's your mommy hunny?" It was strange to hear my own voice filled with such compassion. Ordinarily I made sure not to show any emotion in my voice, except anger and sarcasm.

Lorlei's small fingers went up to the corner of her mouth like she was suddenly shy of me, "Over there." She pointed to a far corner of the room. I smiled at her and set her down. I walked over to the corner of the room where Lylana, Lorlei's mother was standing, talking to a few other of the Morlocks.

I softly tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around and wrapped her arms around my neck, "We haven't seen you in awhile Sara! You were missed."

"Well, I had some…" I hesitated; my criminal-life was totally separate from that of my family, "things to do."

Nadine, one of the other Morlocks, smiled, "Don't you worry, we're just glad to see you now. Tell us, how have you been?"

We talked for a while, I was glad to get away from the stressful life of my illegal doings. Being with all the Morlocks, gave me a sense of belonging. We all knew what the other was going through, to some extent. The Morlocks were, how do I say this politely…ugly mutants…whom society had rejected. I listened to the ladies talk about the latest happenings among them. I simply nodded, and smiled in response to their stories. All the Morlock ladies loved to gossip, and me, well it wasn't something I did a lot of, but I went along with it, just because it made them happy. Periodically some of the small children would run up to us and climb on my back, using the large bones projecting from my back as footholds, wanting a piggyback ride. "Aunt Sarah" they would call me, it felt good to be idolized and loved, not hunted down by mutant-hating humans, or do-gooder mutants.

Some two hours later I glanced at my watch, I had lost all track of time, "I gotta get goin', Sorry Lylana. I'll try to stop by sometime this weekend alright?"

Lylana nodded her head and patted my hand, avoiding the sharp little spikes poking out of my knuckles; "We'll see you then. You stay safe alright?"

I waved on my way out. Safe? Me? Hah. I was never safe; I never would be. Because of the life I choose, I was in constant danger. In my head I would keep telling myself that I was right to be doing what I was doing; getting revenge for the killing of the early Morlocks, the people who had been like my blood family, even if it meant killing the innocent. No one should ever have to go through that pain, torture, suffering, and trying to accept the fact that you'll never, ever, see your loved ones again. My life has literally been a living hell. It's thrown everything it can at me; being a mutant, someone hated by everyone, having the lives of my family taken away from me, being chased by people who wanted to kill me, forced to live in a different dimension that was worse than this nightmare called Earth. Yet it all made me what I am today, but the dilemma was my asking myself this; is what I am really something I should be proud of?