Her name was Tarika Kosma, an orphan. Her only clue to her past was her odd last name, and that wasn't much help at all. To add to her misfortune, or so she thought, she was an outcast, a demon, a mutant. That was why the flame-blue haired white-eyed girl was running.

Tarika had been minding her business when her almost perfectly controled powers went off. At first she hadn't thought it was her until she recognized the stars that only she could create. Then Tarika doubled in pain, her head hurt like hell and images were flying past her eyes as she tried to get up.

This wasn't the first this happened. When she got these headaches she would see things, things that later on she'd see actually happen. At first,Tarika never suspected she was seeing the future until she saw one of her visions come true. At the moment she saw two strangely dressed people trying to help her and then she started running from the growing mob behind her.
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"Cyclopes, Storm, Cerebro has just found a new mutant. Actually, she's pretty close to here."
"Where is she?" asked Cyclopes.
"New York City, watch out for trouble, she's running."
Cyke and Storm got in the Blackbird and flew toward New York City.

Author's Notes- This is my first story I'm actually posting. Any response is welcome and if you want me to finish this fic please say so.
-Scarlette