I own nothing and only wish I did the OC is mine and you must ask permission to use her so please r&r. My muse is a psychopath. Victor watched as the girl did her daily work outs and growled low in his throat. His master would be pleased by her growth and the progression of her powers. He watched as she lifted 600lbs. of steel over her head with hardly a blink. The girl was very unusual, even by mutant standards, because she had developed her powers and learned to control them by the time she was one year old. Her mother and father were very powerful mutants and the father still was. Her mother was Asian and her father had been Jewish. She had extraordinarily red hair that flamed even in the dimmest lights, her eyes were so blue they almost seemed alive with their own powers. An unusual thing was she looked Asian and her hair and eyes were the only thing that told you that she wasn't pure Asian. Her mother had died shortly after birthing the girl and had touched the child when they said the baby would die, she gave her life so her baby could live. Two weeks after birth the girl had been adopted by a family that hated and despised mutants so much that they persecuted every mutant they saw in their neighborhood. Her parents had encouraged her to join sports and she was now a softball champion in her senior year and they were headed for nationals. The Michton's, her "family", were so proud of her accomplishment they had got her a new car. Even though they believed that she should be the center of attention in the school the girl rarely was found out the company of a book and a corner where she read and listened to Eminem on her CD player. That Eminem music drove Victor up the wall and he dared not let her out of his sight to get out of range of that horrible music she loved. Victor had watched the baby grow to a child, the child to a teen, and from a teen to an adult. The girl was now 5'8" and the boys who had started to notice her and asked her out on dates quickly changed their minds when Victor gave a them little push in the other direction. No one ever talked to her in less they couldn't help it. She was by far the most popular girl in school and would have been great at being a leader if she had wanted to be one. Instead her instincts told her to stay alone and avoid contact with anyone who posed a threat to her. It was time to let her know who he was and why he had been following her all her life. And for the first time he came through the doors of the gym in the open and walked toward her.