Marauders

Chapter 8: Mad-Hatter

By Son of the Specter 992

"Kisa, wake up." I heard my foster mom's shrill voice coming from the door of my walk in closet turned room.

"Lillian, it's 5:00 am. What do you want at this hour?"

"First off, call me mom, and secondly, today's the day for you to clean the attic."

"Your not my mother Lillian. You're my foster parent. And that doesn't mean that you have the right to use me for free labor like everyone else."

"Young lady, I have put a roof above your head. I have fed you. I have given you a place to sleep. You should at least show some appreciation."

"Excuse me? Who do you have keep this house clean? Who makes all of the food that you and your pig of a daughter eat while all that you leave her is leftover table scraps? Me, that's who. And you call this giving me a place to sleep? You had me empty this minuscule closet and threw me a sleeping bag. If anyone should be showing anyone any appreciation, you should be appreciating me."

"Now you look here you little shrew, I have been kind enough to open my doors to a mutant like you. If you don't shape up soon, you will find yourself on a one way trip back to the orphanage."

"Fine, send me back there so that I can argue with the idiotic nurses. It's a lot better that living in another house where I am abused."

She left the room and stomped down the hall defeated.

My name is Kisa Rikudo. As you can obviously tell, I'm a mutant. I'm 15 years old and have been moving from foster home to foster home for 8 years. I discovered my powers when I was 7 years old, my older brother was always picking on me so I used my powers of illusions to make him believe that he was being chased constantly by a giant serpent. The trauma put him into an asylum.

My parents figured out instantly that I was the cause of it. Without a second thought they abandoned me on the streets of Trenton. I wandered around aimlessly for days. Eventually hunger kicked in and I passed out.

When I woke up, I found myself on a thin cot in a large room. I looked around and saw that there were many beds of the same fashion being made by thin looking kids wearing grey.

I would hear one of them yelling, "Ma'am, she's waking up."

I turned towards the voice and saw a woman who looked to be in her 30's walked up to my bed.

"you were found on the streets right outside of Goucher College. You were brought here and you've been asleep since. You've been sleeping here for 5 days."

Since then I have been moved from foster home to foster home being abused and used for free labor.

(to be continued in Chapter: Unity)