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Bradshaw immediately let go off her and trashed down to the ground in pain. Olivia sat there stunt. She did it. She finally did the single thing she feared the most. Using her powers had always been a big no. Mutation could be a gift. Many people wished to be different, unique, but she saw it as a curse. And that was exactly what it was. Not a gift, only a source of pain, in her case literally.

Now, everyone would realize what she really was. It would never be the same, not here. They would fear her, avoid her.

She composed herself, made herself presentable, well, more like she buttoned up her blouse and straightened her skirt.

He was still down there, whimpering like a small girl. She sent him one last disgusted glare and walked out of her office.

She didn't run. According to what she knew from TV that was something to avoid. She did her best to appear normal and avoided rushing.

When she was already a safe distance from a building, Olivia looked back. The Worthington Industries was same as ever. It stood tall in the middle of New York as if nothing happened. Another firms and restaurants around it, they were all the same. People went in and out without noticing her. They had their own business to attend to and no one paid attention to a woman who looked just like them. But there was the huge difference. She wasn't one of them. She was more, a mutant. And they would find out soon.

With that on her mind, she turned around and continued walking down the road, but just before she turned her back to the building, from the corner of her eye, she saw security exiting it in haste. They were after her without doubt.

Bradshaw would likely turn this against her, saying she was mindless mutant. And a lot of people would believe him. Her, basically running away was probably not the right idea, but it was too late.

Olivia decided to take a bus to her father's house. It was far from the city rush and he would help her. Their relationship wasn't perfect, she called him not as often as she should but he knew about her mutation. It seemed as the safest place for now since her apartment was surely the first place where they would be looking for her.

The bus drive went without problems. No one recognized her and there was only music playing, no news. It wasn't even full so she sat alone and had a chance to rest her legs. She was still wearing a tight skirt and a few inches high shoes weren't exactly helpful during her escape.

An hour later she found herself knocking on her old family house. The person who answered the door was someone unexpected. Olivia's mouth fell open as she stared at the strange woman in shock.

The moment of surprise passed and she realized that there was a stranger in her home.

"Who the hell are you?" The anger was apparent in her voice. Olivia didn't like this woman one bit. Maybe it was for her terribly dyed hair or for her neon yellow dress, she didn't know. There was something simply irritating about her.

"I'm Marge, I live here with Frederick," the stranger, now known as Marge said. The anger in Olivia's voice didn't startle her.

"Since when? And where is dad?" She couldn't believe it. It was only about two months since they talked and he would definitely mention a girlfriend and if it was as serious as living together? But there was also the small fact that her father almost never dated, he still loved her mother, even years after she passed away. Seeing this blond woman was understandably big news for her.

"Working, but I guess you must be Olivia, his only child," she answered cheerfully, still unaffected by Olivia's foul mood.

She nodded hesitantly.

"Welcome, I was looking forward to meeting his little Libby." The woman suddenly enveloped her in a big hug. Olivia cringed at the nickname and returned the hug, though she remained cautious as always.

Then, Marge let her in and made a tea for both of them. Olivia accepted it purely out of politeness.

Marge, whose full name was Margaret, kept talking about herself and Olivia simply listened, occasionally nodding her head.

The tea wasn't really good, just plain fruit one, but it sort of eased her nerves, she didn't even know she needed it. She could hear people talking from living room. Marge must have been watching television when she arrived and interrupted her daily routine.

"My cat just disappeared, like absolutely no trace! But when she is hungry she will be back. I know my Darcy wouldn't just leave me," Marge sighed during her monologue. Olivia didn't consider it necessary to answer, she just hoped that the cat wasn't coming back and that wouldn't please Marge. But Olivia couldn't help her illogical phobia of animals. She blamed it on that traumatic day in circus when she was eight.

"Would you like some cookies? I baked some earlier, they are in living room," she offered but didn't wait for a response and instead moved to the said room.

Olivia took the cup with her and followed Marge. The news was playing on TV and she tried to sneak closer to turn the thing off. However, the luck wasn't on her side and as soon as she was reaching to do it, she saw her face and froze on the spot.

"This woman is a criminal on run and a dangerous mutant. Olivia Tanner, 24, attacked her employer and disappeared. Police is asking people to call immediately if you spot her. She is approximately 5' 8" tall and slim with a long black hair. Last time she was seen in a blue blouse, black pencil skirt and heels. Please call this number..." The cup slipped her hands and broke into a tiny pieces, tea staining the old blue carpet. She saw it coming but it being actually in TV made her shudder. She slightly overcame her shock, enough to act.

When she turned around to explain everything to Marge, she wasn't there. She was staying by the door with a phone in her hand, her face pale.

"You are one of them. Please don't hurt me, I had to do it!" Her tear-filled eyes cast at television and Olivia figured out what had happened. Marge called the police.

"It was self-defense!" She didn't particularly like her father's new girlfriend but she felt the need to defend herself. She wasn't a criminal for goodness' sake!

She left Marge there on the verge of tears and hurried upstairs to her old room. She quickly undressed and put on a hoodie, jeans and her old sneakers.

Marge didn't even move while she changed and just stared at her. She quickly put her hair into a ponytail and put her hood up.

Sirens echoed in a distance and they locked eyes. There was nothing more to say and Marge didn't dare to stop her when she emerged from the door, which lead into a backyard. But her escape route proved to be a mistake.

She got out of house unnoticed but only to be met by a blue furry monster.

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