I can imagine it was probably more than alarming for a building that had been deemed safe by FEMA to have suddenly collapsed in the middle of the night, but the poor firefighters that found me looked absolutely terrified when they dug a teenage girl out of the wreckage.

Granted, that could've just been the concussion talking, but still.

I was fussed over in an ambulance for about 15 minutes until they were able to get enough dust off of me to identify me as the "rogue mutant" who has attacked Tony Stark in a coffee shop.

Bastards.

They still had to fix me up, no matter who I was, so I was sent to a private room in a locked corridor of a hospital in, seemingly, the middle of nowhere.

They said I would be put on trial as soon as I was deemed healthy enough.

I said bullshit, I'm getting out of here the second I'm strong enough to.

My nurse was nice enough, she always made sure I had my meals on time and talked to me about my family to distract me every time I had to have a blood test.

I'm pretty sure she wasn't told what I was or what I had allegedly done.

Three days after I had been admitted to the hospital, I already felt fine enough to attempt my escape.

The hospital staff weren't dumb enough to give me a room with windows, but I knew for a fact that there was one overlooking the road outside down the hallway to my room.

I also knew that they had posted guards outside my room to prevent me from doing what I was about to do.

Unfortunately for them, they hadn't planned on me being able to shoot deadly balls of purple magic- they just thought I could blow things up if I wanted to. The little amount of footage they had from my three incidents only showed the outsides of the buildings they occured in; any cameras inside were destroyed in the blast.

I'm sure that Iron Man guy probably recorded things in his hemet, but I was also pretty sure he wasn't the type to release footage of what happened with the suit on unless deemed absolutely necessary.

I turned off the heart monitor next to me, pulling the clip off my finger and discarding it so that it swung violently from the machine. The next thing to go was my I.V., which was a little more painful- I was never good with needles. Then came the patches on my chest and head, which I was told were for monitoring my electrical pulses, because apparently mutants gave off an excess when their body was rejecting things- like the I.V. full of mutant-power-stopping liquid.

I was currently powerless, but I knew there was a stash of liquid that reversed the I.V.'s effects just behind the locked door to my hallway.

It shouldn't be too hard to get through the door; all I had to do was take down two heavily trained soldiers and steal one of their I.D. badges.

Or I could just rip on of their lanyards from their neck, bolt down the hallway, grab the liquid, and shoot the soldiers down with my badass purple magic.

That seems a little easier.

I crept to the door, testing the handle to make sure it was unlocked. I opened the door an inch, then two, expecting gunfire every second.

It never came.

Both the guards at the door were completely stationary, acting as if I wasn't even there. I even went so far as to wave a hand in front of their faces, but there was no response.

After I realized that I was basically free, so long as the lanyard I yanked from Guard #1 worked, I wasted no time in bolting down the hallway.

The soft beep that came from the I.D. scanner sounded more beautiful than anything I've ever heard before, and the following green light was stunning. I slid open the door as fast as I could and spun around to face the locked glass case displaying a pure white liquid labelled "I.V. #14 Reversing Fluid". Kind of a dumb name, but it wasn't me who labelled the thing.

I grabbed a vial of the stuff and a syringe, quickly filling it with as much of the reverser as I could fit in the needle. I had no idea how much was needed for the dosage of "I.V. #14" I had been given, but I figured a little more couldn't hurt. Right?

I flicked the needle a couple times to rid the solution within of any air while I walked to the window back inside my hallway. The guards were still there, completely stoick, still unmoved from where I saw them last. It was a little disturbing, but I guess better than them actually attacking me.

Standing in front of the window, I looked out on the barren road and completely empty surrounding next to it. I was in the middle of a desert, deemed dangerous just because I blew up a building or three. Who hasn't?

Taking a few deep breaths, I plunged the needle into the crook of my elbow and emptied it into my bloodstream, hissing slightly at the sting and then the burning of the fluid working its way through my body.

I could tell it worked, though- after a few seconds, I felt a friendly, familiar pulse blossom within my chest, and I gratefully poked it back with a mental finger.

The veins on my arms started to glow, and I dropped the now-empty syringe to survey the calm before the storm I was about to cause.

Then, I unleashed hell.