Prologue
The soft latin words being spilled from the girl in the far right of the plan where heartbreaking. She spoke fast, crossing her heart and dipping her head before starting the process all over. Eyes from all around looked upon her with pity. Her husband who always knew how to make her laugh was even silent in this moment.
"sugar" her sister-in-law's voice was the first to holt her prayer.
Tears began to stream down her face as she lifted her head to look at the white streaked brunette. "How could I let this happen" she mustered out barely above a whisper. Arms were around her now, not those of in-law, but her husband. "This is not your fault my dear" his thick german accent brushed her. His blue furry arms wrapped around her tightly.
Storm focused on the destination now in the approaching distance. "Natalia" The grieving woman slipped to the front of the X-Jet "Their here I sense them" her voice filled with worry and relief as the jet sped through the air faster.
"We'll have to hurry, if you can sense them now then they're already preparing for us" Logan spoke up putting his hand on her shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze. She gave him a soft smile before returning her attention to the castle in front of them that she knew all too well.
"I'm coming my darling Nyalea"
~ FIve Years Prior ~
The cold air seemed to overwhelm the albino girl as she stood before her creator. Everything was so new and strange, different from the dreams she had while in incubation, Everything was always so warm and sweet before her awakening.
Now it had been ten days since her "birth" and she no longer lived in dreams. This was real. She reached maturity sooner than expected, and now it was time to train her. Her body was weak from being idle for the past sixteen years and the creator found her frail frame more bothersome than anything, it was nothing like the strong built ones of her siblings.
'Disappointment' he called her, since the moment she was unable to stand on her own days earlier, still having trouble without her supports.
"Natalia" she looked forwards meeting the creators dark eyes. He walked slowly towards her, his shoes were loud against the concrete. "Tell me why have you have not shown your mutation yet?" his cold voice seeped down her spine, paralyzing her with fear.
"I'm sorry master I will work harder" she now stared at the ground she heard him sigh. "Natalia we have ways of speeding up this process you know" his words made a lump form in her throat as she remembered seeing the other children who had yet to show their full potential in the reaction chambers, torture chambers however would have fit perfectly. The rules she was taught ran threw her head quickly.
You were created to be a mutant, You are to serve the creator however it pleases him, If you're mutation can not form on its own they will make it, if you fail within a year you will be killed. All of the children knew this.
Natalia bowed "that will not be necessary master" her voice shook as she spoke.
"I certainly hope not Natalia"