Author's Note- Keep in mind that the interview sections took place some time before the start of the story otherwise it doesn't make sense. ^_^

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Interview # 23456 Alyce Worthington

>Alyce<
So you want to know how I got here? Well, there's not much to tell...really.

Tell what you can.


>Alyce<
It's the most terrifying thing watching your parents get captured. I mean, especially when you're six years old and you're in one of those automatic transports bound for Westchester. I couldn't make the robot driver stop the transport, of course, because it's designed not to stop until you get to whatever destination you've programmed it to go to. I started banging on the seats and on the door of the transport. I was frantic...more frantic than ever. Too frantic to cry! I was afraid of the big net they had captured my dad in! I thought the big net was going to wrap around the transport and I would caught like a fly in a giant spider's web. With their sunglasses, black uniforms, and menacing grins, you can't help but think of the hunters as some sort of predator...like a spider. Or a wolf. I know my powers came prematurely, because they were pretty weak at first. Maybe the tension broke them out. I'm not really sure what happened. All I know is that I was banging on the door and all of a sudden, I sort of....punched it off its hinges! And at the high speed the transport was traveling at, I was sucked right out of it! That was the first that was seen of my powers. By then, I was in New York City, and for a long time that was home.

What was life like on the streets?


>Alyce<
Hard. Food was scarce, and as I grew stronger, I had to be more careful. There are plenty of street rats tippn' off the hunters about stray mutants. Fortunately, it's not that hard to hide strength. If it had been any physical attribute, I would be dead, but not even my muscles show my power. It's just kinda...there. And then, then, one night I had a dream...I really don't even remember what it was about. However, I do know that when I woke up I remembered that I was supposed to go to Westchester. So I made it through. I was the last, but better late than never I guess. I only remember the dream, because it was the only dream I ever had on the streets. ON the streets, there are no dreams. Plenty of runaway kids. I used to watch camps of homeless teens, although I was afraid to join in case anyone found out who I was. The youngest in one of the camps was only seven. My age at the time. She slept with a teddy bear. I remember her like I remember my name. She was so forlorn, pale and way too thin. Her blond hair was matted to her face. And the expression as she slept begged for shelter. Whenever I see her in my mind, I think of the teams we have now. There's a song from Les Miz that I always think of, Les Miz being the longest running show on Broadway to date...remember...Hannah, Persyltha, Sabs, Silvia and I went to see it two years ago. It's the song Val Jean sings about Marius, Bring Him Home. Every time a younger team goes out, I think of that song. Those little kids, I can't help thinking of it. "He is young. He's afraid. Bring him home." Every time we go out, and I see little Mike in battle. He's like a brother to me, you know. I love him like a brother. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to him. Every time we go out, I keep thinking of those lyrics "If I die, let me die. Let him live. Bring him home." And it's like that every time. Mike is the only sibling I've ever had. Every night before we embark, I always hum the song. Bring him home. Bring him home.

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