Kit Ryan awoke in an unusual bed afraid someone had found out about her and locked her up. She felt herself change as her emotions became briefly uncontrolled. She prided herself on her control over her emotions. At anyone point, if she lost that control she changed. It has only happened once and on that day she left her family. She took a deep breath clearing her head of sleep. She glanced around the room remembering she was at her mother's home.
"Kitty I'm sorry did I wake you?" her mother asked as she got up from a chair by the closet, "You were sleeping so peacefully I didn't want to wake you."
"It's okay, I needed to get up to at least change my clothes," Kit said, "What time is it anyway?"
"3:04 in the morning," her mother said, "Oh Kitty I have missed you so much."
Her mother sat on the bed next to her. She drew her daughter into an embrace as she cried.
"Mommy, I really wanted to write and call, but I was afraid that if I lost control of my emotions I would hurt you," Kit said crying.
"I know, but please tell me what is going on," Misha said.
"Alright, you know that night I some how cut dad, when I left. I am not normal," Kit said.
"I know you were always different…" Misha started.
"Not like this. I went to Chicago where there is a doctor who understood what my type of abilities were. His name is Dr. Benjamin Morgan. He took me in as a child and taught me how to control my abilities…"
"What abilities?" her mother asked.
"I am what they call a Meta-human. Usually they are either changed by some unusual circumstance or born into it by one or both parents being meta-humans. But on a rare occurance it's genetic. Some where in that family's history someone was a meta-human. That's my case. Some how I inherited the abilities of the tiger. My whole bone structure and features become more feline. Most of the times I can control it, but it also feeds off of my emotions usually when I am scared or angry," Kit explained.
"Amazing, I thought it had vanished with my father, your grand father. It must of skipped a generation," Misha said.
"What?" Kit said confused.
"When he was no older than you, he was in India on one of his many excursions. He was attacked by a tiger, left for dead. Once he recovered with the help of one of the local tribes, he found that he was changing taking on more and more characteristics of the tiger," she said, "He conditioned himself to control his emotions much like what you did."
Kit smiled at her mother knowing that she now had some one who kind of understood her.
"Well as much as I'd lie to stay up talking I am really tired," Misha said, "If you'd like you can sleep in the guest room.. The bed is bigger."
"It's okay. I wiil be just fine," Kit said.
She kissed her mother on the cheek before heading to her room. Once there she fell into a deep sleep not hearing the conversation that took place in her mother's room.
"I promise I will get her to you and then you do whatever you want," Misha said pausing to listen to who ever was on the other end.
"No you don't have to do that. I promise I won't stop you," she said hurt and pain lacing her every word.
"Yes I understand what will happen if I try and prevent you from getting her," Misha blinked away the tears that threatened to fall, "Good-bye."
She laid down and tried to sleep knowing tomorrow was a day she would just soon forget.