As the young girl made her made up the creaky stairs, to the room she was to stay in, she tries hard to stay awake and forces her eyes remain open a few moments longer. This poor looking, sixteen year old girl, opens the door to the musty bedroom, tosses her small pack to the dusty floor, and lets herself fall on her back to the old spring bed. She thinks back to all the crud she's been through. Two years earlier, her mother died from cancer. And since their family was poor, they couldn't afford a good doctor or treatment. She felt anger toward her father for letting her mother die. She thinks back to that awful night when she left home; her right shoulder and arm start to ache when she even thought of that night, the night when even her father would have killed her if he had the chance.
Kara was an almost-normal sixteen year old girl, who lived in a poor family out in the country of Virginia. After her mother died, she became a social outcast at school; not wanting to accept friendship from anyone, even though no one would really want to be friends with a sad little girl. She wasn't very close to father, either. It wasn't like they hated each other, there was just no talking to each other; there wasn't a very good relationship between them. So, Kara, not loved by anyone, not even her own father, was alone, almost all the time. Until that strange thing happened...
After being alone for such a long time, something strange happened. When she became angry at anything, she'd lash out at something like the wall in uncontrolable anger. She had a horrible headache and she passed out. When she woke she felt different. Her fingers and toes were much longer than usual and were very sharp at the ends. And those claw-like fingers and toes would be covered with these hard, pointy scales, protruding through her skin. All of this startled her. She was a mutant and she knew it. She locked herself in her room for a long time, trying to make these claws go away. She figured out how to control when she wanted these claws to "grow out" (I'm not good with words). Over this time in her room alone, she discover more freaky things about herself. From her "back-side" (that's my moms weird word for "butt" LOL), grew this long slender tail with some very sharp spike on the end, and grew these wings(not like angels' or bird, but like,...ermmm...have you ever seen that cartoon on Toon Disney, Gargoyles?ya, lik that), and of course with wing she could fly. After spending probably a month in her room(yeah she did sneak down to get some eats), she was able to control all these strange 'powers' that she developed. So since she had nothing else to do, she spent almost all day sleeping, and at night she'd stay out in the woods practicing her flying so no one would be able to see her. After awhile, she was adapted to being nocturnal. She could see well in the dark, and her flying skills increased. She's able to now maneuver around trees, able to take sharp turns, became quite an acrobat.
She thought back to that night that she left home. How she scared and alone...
She was in her upstairs room when two thugs broke into their house. She heard yelling and crashes downstairs so she quietly sneaked to the top of the stairs where she could she the kitchen. To her horror there were the two large men going through drawers and yelling at her father; she assumed they were looking for valuables. One of the men had a handgun the other, a rifle. The one with the rifle hit her father in the ribs which sent him against the wall, on the floor. That made her angry at the men. She may not have acted it, but she still loved her father.
She let out her full mutant "form" and flew down straight at the man nearest her father. She rammed hard against the man which sent him into the kitchen counter and he yelped at pain. The other started shooting at her. She gracefully flew around, dodging the bullets. The other man recovered and aimed his gun at Kara's father. He shot at his shoulder, apparently trying to torture him instead of killing him. That made Kara take her attention away from not getting shot to her father. The other man shot her in the right shoulder; she winced in pain and grabbed her shoulder. She turned toward the man about to shoot her father again, and with all her strength, she flew toward him, picked him up and threw him against the other and they both fell flat on the floor. In terror, they frantically got up and scampered out the open door.
It was quiet a minute. Kara got up from the floor, and turned to her dad. He had gotten his gun and was pointed it straight at her head. "Get out mutant," he said through gritted teeth.
"But dad, it's me," she said and took a step toward him. He pulled the trigger; Kara tried to move but the bullet still sliced straight through her arm. She screamed out and gasped. Her arm went numb. She took her last look at her father and flew out the door with more bullet chasing her. Luckily they didn't hit her.
She tried to fall asleep on her bare bed, but she couldn't. She stayed there laying awake that night. The next day, she new would be a new day but that still wouldn't relieve her of her pain; physically and mentally.