Marauders

Chapter 9: Poison

By Son of the Specter 992

Restraints, they come in many forms. Ropes, chains, straight jackets, and in my case, gloves.

My powers are unique. They aren't in my control. If I didn't wear my gloves people would get hurt. I guess that this is how other mutants feel as well. The asylum gave them to me to keep my powers in check. They are laced in a chemical that stops them from being melted and keeping the acid inside my hands.

I was cursed with the ability to secrete a powerful acid out of my hands. It ruined my life. I was born in Albany, New York. I had a normal childhood until high school. I was head cheerleader and one of the most popular girls in the school.

My boyfriend was the quarterback of the football team. We were the golden pair. Where one of us was, the other wasn't very far behind. But it all changed in our junior year.

The football team had just won the state finals and we were going to my best friend, Jennifer's, house for a celebration party. Everyone on the football team, baseball team, soccer team, and cheerleading squad was there. There was pizza, Chinese food, and beer (I skipped the beer).

At around 8:00 pm the door opened and my boyfriend walked in. I ran up to him and gave him a big congratulatory hug. Big mistake. As soon as my hands touched him I heard him shriek in pain. The music stopped and I let go of him. He fell onto his stomach and I saw his back. On it was a sticky green liquid that was eating away at his skin. There were burns on his back and his shirt had been burned through.

When I looked at my hands, they were covered with the same acid like substance but my hands weren't getting burned.

I was snapped back to reality by the sounds of sirens. Everyone at the party was in a circle that formed around me and my boyfriend. The door burst open and a group of paramedics and police men entered the house. The paramedics put him on a stretcher and rushed him out of the house and into the ambulance waiting outside.

The police put chemical bags on my hands and handcuffed me behind my back. They put me in the back of their police car and drove me to the police station. I was brought to an interrogation room. A cop entered the room and started to question me. I didn't answer any of his questions. I was traumatized. How could I not be? I had just burned my boyfriend.

I spent two weeks in a police holding cell until they moved me to an asylum. It took me four years to recover and I was finally released.

(To be continued in Chapter: Unity)