Rembra Corin's father was a mutant, and her mother's father was a mutant. No one else knew, and he never really used his powers. Her mother had powers, but she never called herself a mutant, and no one called her one. Which might have been odd. But she never spoke about them. So this had never changed anything.

Then Rembra turned five. And she started running. Not walking. Running. This wouldn't have matter if she had been a normal little girl. But Rembra Corin just happened to be a mutant. And she could run fast. Very fast. Her mother noted that Rembra's grandfather had been able to run fast, as well. She didn't know much else about him. No one talked about him. Ever. It was like there was some big secret.

After she outran and caught a young rabbit, asking to keep it for a pet, her parents laughed at this and began calling her "their little rabbit-catcher." This somehow was shortened along the way to simply "Rabbit," and the name stuck. Almost no one ever called her Rembra, and they barely even remembered how she got the name Rabbit. But that was her name.

When Rabbit was nine, her parents found she could jump. Not just a normal jump. Rabbit could leap over a tree around five times as tall as herself. And so, Rabbit was an even more suiting name.

Rabbit grew up, as little girls do, and became a teenager. She still acted like a kid, though.

Her eyes were large and sad or shy looking, almost like a puppy dog's, and dark. Her hair was black like her father's, and lay flat. She kept it short and straight around her face, framing a tiny nose and a tiny mouth. Her eyes seemed much too big for that small, childlike face. She was short, too, shorter than average, and most of it was her legs.

Then, 2023. The beginning of what would later be known as the Mutant Boom. On May 12th of that year, Rabbit was at a baseball game. Not that she liked baseball, oh, no, she didn't have any love for America's favorite pasttime, but one of her friends had won a contest, and they were having a sort of miniature party in the skybox she'd earned. The mascot was down there, entertaining the fans, while Rabbit sipped her milkshake. All the sudden, pachow, major brain freeze. She gritted her teeth and laughed, her friends giggling along. She always ended up getting those. The girl waited until it had passed.

And then Rabbit heard a loud CRACK.

It was what you'd expect the sound of the bat hitting the ball to be, but it sounded close. That was odd.

"HOME RUN!" shouted the radio announcer from the speaker in the ceiling.

Rabbit winced in pain. That had hurt her ears. She wondered who'd turned up the speakers and how they could possibly get that loud, when the crowd started screaming.

But it wasn't what she should have heard. She should have just heard a rumble like the sound of rain on a car window. Instead, it was a sound like a rushing waterfall. And that was only at first. Each second it got louder and louder bringing pain to her ears and sending her whole head throbbing. She screamed in agony. What was going on?

Her friends got up, rushing to her side, asking all sorts of questions.

"Rabbit?"

"Are you okay?"

"Are you hurt?"

"What's wrong?"

"Must be a migraine,"

"No migraine does that!"

"Shut up, Shut up!" She yelled, but even the sound of her own voice was unbearable. She fell over on the floor, holding her throbbing ears tightly with her hands, trying desperately to block out the noise.

Rabbit had always been able to live with her powers. It was easy. They were controllable, simple things. She'd never imagined a world where a mutant gift could cause her such harm.