A little insight to my OC , was originally a stand alone story.

I claim nothing but the OCs Stephanie, her mom and dad. Along with the plot.

Lacrimosa Latin for Weeping {isn't Google fun?}

Age: 4 years old

I watched as the crimson liquid filled the vile "why do you need to take my blood daddy?" I asked curiously

"Just want to make sure every things doing okay baby girl" he smiled warmly "just a little longer you're doing good. So good that we're going for ice cream when we finish here. How does that sound?"

"Okay!" I said happily

Age: 6 years old

I removed my hands from the little boys knee, the scrape now gone. He beamed at me "are you a magician?"

"Andy!" a bigger boy walked forward and pushed me down "Leave my brother alone freak! Come on Andy mom says it's time to go pick up dad"

I watched confused as the big boy walked away with the little boy, the little boy looked over his shoulder and gave a small wave "Stephanie!" mommy called from the bottom the hill "time to go home"

"Coming mommy" I called back pushing myself up and brushing myself off.

"Mommy, what's a freak?" I asked as we walked home, mommy stopped walking "Mommy?" I tugged on her hand "mommy? Is it a bad word? I'm sorry mommy, I'm sorry. I won't say it again" she knelt down pulling me into a tight hug "Mommy?" I said softly returning the hug.

Mommy sniffed looking into my eyes moving the hair from my left eye "it's not a bad word baby, you didn't do anything wrong" she smiled softly despite the tears in her eyes, I wiped them away "why are you crying mommy?"

"It's a very mean word that people use when they don't understand something" she explained, "I don't want you to listen when someone calls you that okay Stephanie baby? They don't know what their talking about and it's not true okay. You are not a freak Stephanie; you're a very beautiful and talented human being. So don't you listen to them."

"Okay mommy. I promise".

Age: 10 years old

"I'm sorry baby girl but I'm working on something very important at the office. I can't go to Career Day. Maybe next time okay?" papa ruffled my hair before kissing my forehead.

"Okay papa" I said quietly giving a small barley there smile "have a good day at work,"

"Have fun at school sweetie".

Age: 12 years old

"Where are we going mama? Where's papa?" I asked sleepily as we sped down the road "some bad people got papa baby, Uncle Phil thinks that they may come after us next, he's taking us somewhere safe."

Age: 16 years old

I stomped up the stairs to my room "do you mind telling me what that was about?" mama called after me I stopped on the landing "I asked him to the dance and he said no" I replied "so you put him in the hospital? Because he said no?"

"No" I whispered clenching my fist "then why?" "Because of the way he said it! He could have simply said 'no' and I would have been fine! But he didn't just say 'no'! He said he would rather be dead than to be seen with a freak!" I spat turning to face her "so I decided to help him with that."

"Stevie" mama breathed, "baby, I've told you can't let people get to you. They don't know what they're talking about, they don't understand" "That doesn't make it right mama, and it hurts!" I shouted

"It hurts me mama when people call me that. I just want to be normal, I want people to talk to me or look at me without distaste. I hate this! I hate what I am!"

Age: 18 years old

"You found him?" I said relieved after dad disappeared six years ago I had lost hope "Mrs. Jones perhaps this would be a better discussion to be had in privet" the agent said – Nick Fury he introduced himself as.

"Bullshit!" I spat "Stephanie!" mom scolded "I'm not leaving" I said defiantly "then calm down and let Director Fury talk" I sat down with a huff.

"We have reasons to suspect that your husband is working for them. . willingly" "What?!" I shrieked mom covered her mouth in shock "how the fuck did you come up with that deduction?" "Our sources have located evidence to point to the fact that for the past eighteen years, James Jones had received large sums of money from a terrorist group."

I calmly stood "Stephanie?" mom said brokenly "I'm" I swallowed "I'm fine."

Age: 20 years old

I stepped away from the microscope yawning loudly "I'm surprised you can even think straight" mom stepped into the lab setting a large coffee down for me "you didn't get home until four in the morning"

I gave her a tired smile "you know how Steph gets" I yawned grabbing the coffee and taking in the aroma before drinking "when she parties, she parties hard" "She needs to understand that it's you that has to deal with the after effects" mom frowned.

I chuckled taking another drink before going back to the microscope "it's the least I can do, after all she keeps Stevie calm better than I can".

"So how are we coming along?" mom asked changing the subject "another dead end" I sighed pulling away massaging my nose "the meta toxin keeps on killing the blood cells completely. I want to cure mutants not kill them."

Age: 21 years old

Things escalated quickly from the alarm sounding off to the men storming in and firing at the aids. One had aimed his gun at me; mom jumped in the line of fire taking a dart instead.

Mom was turning deathly pale as I ran us through the hallways knocking back the men chasing us until we got the most heavily fortified room, it was Fury's office when he was on the premises.

I hid us behind the large desk, grasping the bullet wound on my side "why'd you jump in the way mom?" I brushed some tears from her face keeping calm "I could have handled what ever was in that dart"

"Can't fight a mother's instincts to protect her child silly," she breathed cringing, she arched coughing blood "mom!" I held as she coughed violently.

She was getting paler by the second after the coughing had subsided. "Baby I think- I think I'm-" "no!" I shook my head holding her tightly "no. Don't you dare talk like that. Don't leave me. Please. Please just hold on a little longer."

"You'll be good won't you?" she wheezed reaching up and brush the hair out of my eye "I-I know you can be, and your uncle will be here to support you" "stop it, you're not going anywhere we will make it through this" I said stubbornly, thugs began kicking at the door.

"Where the fuck is everyone!" I ground out as mom jerked in my arms blood bubbled to the surface of her mouth "Stephanie" she rasped I looked into her glossy eyes, turning such a dull green instead of the lively emerald green "baby, can you sing for me? I love it when you sing" I closed my eyes holding in a sob.

"You are my sunshine. My only sunshine" I sang brokenly "You make me happy when skies are grey. You never know dear how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away"

I felt her hand on my cheek and opened them to see her smile "you're so beautiful Stephanie, you be g-" her hand slipped from my face and her eyes rolled back before sliding closed.

"Mom?" I whispered hoarsely my bloody hand coming to her face stroking her cheek "mom? Please. Please don't leave me! You can't leave me mom I don't know what to do!" the door blew open with an explosion and windows shattered but nothing mattered "mom please" I sobbed hugging her lifeless body close "please. ."

I looked away as the medics carried mom's body away fighting back the tears; Phil rested his hand on my shoulder "Steph" he said quietly "you don't need to stay" "I'm done. I am so done!" I spat

"Stevie" Phil tightened his grip "what ever you're thinking is not the answer. Why don't you just calm down let's talk-"

"I'm done talking Uncle Phil!" I spun to face him "I'm done with the meta toxin! I'm done with Shield. I am. Done!"

"Stevie who ever these guys are working for could be after you, it would be a danger to go off on your own" Phil tried "I dare anyone to miss with me right now" I growled striding out of the room.

Age: 23 years old

I gripped the phone breath coming in short gasps "Th-Thank you. For calling" I said brokenly hanging the phone on it's receiver "stupid" I choked out wiping away my tears that refused to cease "Phil you- you" I broke down falling to my knees crying "you stupid old man!"

It had been a long 12 hours at the community home, I stumbled my way up the drive way and let myself into the dark house freezing with my hand on the light switch, sensing the presence of another.

I let out a long sigh "doesn't Shield know there are laws against breaking into a person's house" "Director Fury request an audience with you Doctor Coulson. I am sorry about the lateness of the visit, I'm sure you must be tired" the agent said smoothly

"Fury" I scuffed "what's he want?" "That's between him and you Doctor, I'm was just sent here to collect you" "you make me sound like an object" I chuckled "okay let's get this over with."