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Interview # 23423546745: Hannah Wisdom

>Hannah<
I guess I've been avoiding these for a while. Knew you'd catch me one of these days. So I'll start from the beginning. Mom: Katherine Pryde. Dad: Pete Wisdom. They got my dad when I was five. I really don't remember much about him. Tiny pictures that race across my mind time to time. People used to say they didn't understand why mom married Pete in the first place. Said he wasn't the marrying type. Oh well. Love is strange. Love means letting go. That's why mom let me go and come here. Or at least that's what I had to tell myself. You remember when I came here, I thought it was because mom didn't love me anymore, like I had made some kind of mistake. Then I saw the others and realized it wasn't me. Still sometimes....never mind. Anyway, the clearest picture I have was of him was of his death. Mom had grabbed me and she dragged me into a secret trap door dad had put in the wall. I remember sitting in mom's lap, clutching her so tight, I'm shocked I didn't strangle her. We heard it, the whole shebang. But when we came out, that is what was hard. At first, mom wouldn't let me come out and see the brutalized body, but I walked out anyway. Mom was hovering over him, still trying to kiss him...I think...maybe...I don't know. I could be off, I was five, you know. After that, mom watched over me like a hawk, afraid they'd take me too and then she'd be alone. Taught me everything she knew...computers...physics...the works. At seven, I was already taking apart and assembling computers. Maybe because mom loved me so much, is why it's so hard to let go.

Hannah, you're supposed to be explaining how you got here


>Hannah<
Sorry. Sabine told me that you wanted to all the details. Well, I'm not quite sure. Obviously it took me a bit longer than the others. I was the fifth, just before Alyce. Mom had given me directions on my palm pilot, but I didn't really expect to get here. Thought I had lost my parents, I had lost their love. No one cared what happened to me anymore, so why should I care. I was constantly being chased, but I was too quick to be caught. Eventually, I used my palm pilot (which mom had programmed with lots of extra goodies) to transmit a computer virus into my chip. I'm glad I didn't have to cut it out like Sabine, could you imagine, taking a blade to your own wrist? I'm not squeamish, but I have a hard time being masochistic...not that I'm saying Sab's a masochist, but you know what I mean. Anyway, I was wandering through New York City one day, and then I saw three kids. Bullies. They were so much bigger than me...or at least it seemed that way at the time...they were probably only about fifteen, but I was eight then, so what do you expect? They threatened me...called me a mutant. I didn't realize at the time that bullies called all runaways mutants. I was so scared! But then, I heard a gruff voice behind me.

"Don't mess with the girl, bub!" He wasn't very tall, but he was strong. His skin was of medium tone. I guess you know who it was. Amit. The boys laughed at him, calling him shrimp, but I tell you, they messed with the wrong mutant! Amit pulverized 'em! He took me here, knowing no better place for me. I was eight at the time, and it was the year after Amit, Sabine and Tyler had come. Mike had come back three months before, making me the fifth. Soon after, my mutant powers evolved, slowly at first. Even when I was little, I was bothered by the cold a little more than most. It sounds strange, I know, that the extra heat in my body allowed me to become colder easier, but it makes sense when you know your physics. It's just like you explained it to me, Professor X, my natural body temperature is one hundred two degrees Fahrenheit. Since heat travels automatically to anything colder to try and equalize the temperatures, and my heat is so much higher than the typical temperature on earth, I loose much more heat than most people. So I colder easier. But when I reached the mansion, you see, it all came quickly. I could concentrate how much heat I gave to the air around me, sometimes so much things lit on fire! And that's how I became PyroKat. End of story. Is that all you want to know? Because I could talk more if you....

No...that will be fine.


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