Title: Feral Trauma
Authoress: Risika Kiisu Seto
Rating: T
Warnings: langage
Summary: A teen, tossed out of the house for being a mutant, must learn to cope with what living on the run really means. What can she do to control her Feral powers, and can she find anywhere to call home?
I'm only gonna say this once. I am not and do not get any money for writing fanfiction. Wish I did, but I don't.
And, I own NOTHING! Not the X-Men, not any fancy-shmancy quotes that I put in before the chapter, or anything else. The only thing I own is the original character, a bunch of movies (including the 3 X-Men movies and X-Men origins), and a bunch of videogames. Everything else either owns me (my cat…) or is in the ownership of my parents, since I'm broke and refuse to get a job. So, big-man companies, find someone else to sue.
"In time we hate that which we often fear." -William Shakespeare
Prologue: Blind Panic
Stars peered down on the quiet street, silent sentinels over the small houses that lined the road. Streetlights casted an orange glow over the lawns and asphalt, but presented many shadows for the creatures of the night to hide. A light breeze blew around the houses and down the street, stirring the trees' and bushes' leaves.
Suddenly, the sound of bare feet hitting the asphalt broke the tranquility of the night. Labored breath soon accompanied the pounding feet. Moments later, a young teen ran out from between two houses. She was around 17 years old and only wore a spaghetti strap shirt and a pair of thigh-length shorts. A gym bag was on her back, with a string across her stomach. Her light brown-grey hair that eased into pure black was streaming out behind her as she ran frantically away from whatever was chasing her. Her slit pupils were almost entirely covering the tiger's eye gold iris in her terror.
She could feel the sharp ache in her legs and sides, and a sharp pain originated from her throat with each inhale. Her lungs ached for more oxygen, and she longed to rest and take a break, to collapse and sleep, but she knew she couldn't. She was in full flight mode, her other nature taking over in her panic. Besides, they were right on her tail; she could hear their heavy boots pounding on the ground behind her even over her loud breathing and pounding heart.
She ran down the street for a ways before rushing between two houses and into the trees behind them. The teen ran through the trees until she couldn't see the lights behind her, then ran some more. She ignored the cuts and scrapes she got from branches and twigs and the undergrowth. She could feel the soles of her feet bleeding, could feel the sharp sting as debris got in the cuts, but still she ignored it all in her frantic flight. She didn't even seem to realize the town was miles behind her or that her pursuers had quit chasing her a while back when they realized she wouldn't stop. She just kept running.
Finally, exhaustion forced her to stop her blind flight. Warily, she looked around, tentatively sniffing the air for any trace of the people who were chasing her. When she found no scent, she looked around for anyplace she could use as shelter for the night, or what was left of it. She was certain she didn't leave much of a trail; it wasn't snowing, and there wasn't any mud for her to step in. Only her blood would lead someone to her.
She spotted a rocky overhang with a small space where she could curl up easily, and would only be visible if someone stood in the right spot.
She woke up at the slightest noise, something she discovered before she told her family of her mutation. While it kept her aware of her surroundings, she was unable to sleep. But, as the sky slowly turned from darkest black to grey, she fell into a fitful sleep.
