Hello people that are reading this, so I went through and reread what little I had written for this story and I decided that I needed to do a massive rewrite so please go through read, review, and tell me what you think. Thank you! BTW I know this first chapter is short but they will increase in length so do not worry.
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She had no control over the present situation, and that bothered her more than anything else. It bothered her more than the ice cold rain pelting her face, and more than the blood slowly flowing from the open wound on her knee. She needed control, she thrived on control. Without it she wasn't sure what might happen. Who she might hurt.
She watched as they circled her, cloaked in leather they all looked ridiculous, but nonetheless it was the aura of power that flowed from them that scared her. None of them looked like they wanted to attack, which scared her more than anything.
They were here to help her. Or so they had said.
"Come with us, we're not going to hurt you, kid." A gruff, bearded man said, stepping towards her.
"Get back!" She screamed. "I can't control it! I don't want to hurt anyone!" She stumbled backwards before noticing the leather-clad men and women behind her. She rotated quickly. The wind picked up and the rain started to pelt her in the face harder, and harder.
"You need to leave. Leave me alone! I can't control it, when I try it only gets worse! You need to leave! Now!" She was shaking now; the earth trembled beneath their feet.
Before their eyes they watched as the Earth seemingly tore itself apart, a deep chasm separating her from them.
"Just breath! In 'n out." A woman with white streaked through her hair, and a pretty southern accent said, demonstrating breathing with her hands. "Ya' need ta calm down."
"Stop it! Don't tell me to calm down! I can't calm down! You need to understand, there is no helping me, I don't want your help! I don't need your help!" She screamed one last time before turning again, this time her eyes landed on a woman with a head full of grey hair, but she looked so young?
She watched as the woman before her stepped forward her eyes went from white clouds to a beautiful blue color. Despite her trustworthy appearance she steeled herself, don't listen to whatever she says, she doesn't want to help you, she thought to herself.
"We want to help you, to protect you. We understand what you're going through, your mutation is very powerful, and I believe we can help you to control it." The woman seemed to be the leader; there was an air of wisdom that surrounded her, as if she knew something the others didn't.
"You don't want to help me." She replied. "Everyone that's ever tried to help me... Well they all...they all...they die!" She screamed, anger taking over control of her body.
As she screamed her skin became encased in flames. Everyone watched in horror as her clothing burned away and turned to ash at her feet, her hair next shriveling up in and instant. Finally her skinned became charred and cracked before she fell to the ground, the pain becoming too much for her to bear.
The winds calmed, the earth stopped shaking, and the rain reduced to a steady drizzle. She was dead, or so they had thought.
"Be careful touching her, she might still be hot." The woman said.
Someone retrieve a flame retardant blanket and softly patted her down with it, putting out the flames.
Slowly the group came together, carefully lifting her up and taking her away.
