Disclaimer: I own nothing! Just the OC character of course.
PROLOUGE/ FLASHBACK
Hey, it's me. I'm 21 years old and I have been a mutant since birth although my 'powers' came up during puberty. I was 12 when it first happened. I was arguing with my parents about something I can't even remember and I was so angry that I lost control. My body had started to tremble uncontrollably. My bones ached as they shifted and expanded. My eyes burned as if I had pure lemon juice poured into my sockets. I had dropped to my knees and clutched at my ears as my mother screamed as if being attacked by something horrible. My father was frantically telling her to calm down as he tried to pull her out of the living room. Once the pain subsided I removed my trembling hands from my face. My nails had oh-so-painfully been replaced by sharp claws. I looked up to my mother who was staring at me as if I was the unmentionable and she trembled in my fathers arms. My father glared at me menacingly. I had ran up to my room and locked myself in. I hesitantly walked up to my full mirror and gaped at the reflection before me. I lifted my hand to make sure the creature before me was really me. I started scanning myself from my head first. My once curly, dark brown hair, was now straight and a dark blue, resembling a raven's feathers. My dark brown eyes were amethyst with a slit replacing the round pupil that used to be. My pale white skin now had black tribal markings appearing from the sides of my face, my arms, legs, my torso, all had black tribal tattoos emerging from the sides, not totally wrapping around the appendages. My ears were pointed as well as my lateral incisors and canine teeth. I had lost all my baby fat, I remember having smiled at that. As I turned, my eyes went wide at the sight of a fur-less, black tail that had clearly broke a hole into my dress. I kicked my shoes off and as I expected, my toenails were sharpened claws as well. I walked up closer to the mirror and that was when I realized my nose had pressed up against my face. It resembled a snout of sorts, it was too short to call it that though. My hand reached up to touch my nose curiously as my tail had flicked. I was snapped out of my marveling (pun not intended) by a loud banging on my door and some yelling. My father was furiously yelling for me to come out or get out. I barricaded my door and quickly started to pack up some of my belongings into a black bag as tears streamed down my cheeks. I never had pictured myself in this situation. I grabbed most of my clothes and stuffed it in followed by some books, notebooks, pencils, my rosary, some shoes and boots and my hair and tooth brush followed. I grabbed a picture from under my pillow and placed it into my dress' pocket. I stopped in front of my dresser and grabbed a piece of paper and pen and began to scribble on it. I only had time to write an 'I'm sorry' and a messy 'I love you' before the door burst open, revealing a very angry father and terrified mother. I left the paper on top of the dresser and faced my parents. Before I knew it, my father had swung a pointed umbrella at me. I moved enough to avoid the impact but it cut deep into my side. I knew it would scar and before he could swing again, I was falling to the ground from my window. My feet cramped up but I kept running as my father threw pointed objects at me. I felt a horrible pain in my thigh. I feel to the ground and I placed my hand on the source of the pain. Although the darkness of the night didn't allow me to see, I felt a pair of scissors deep into my skin. I closed my eyes tight and ripped it out. I winced in pain but I got up and ran into the darkness, away from my home, parents, friends, school and everything else I have come to know and love. I never looked back as I ran.
Years have passed by as I hid from all humans. I was an outcast to everyone. I heard many things here and there and that kept me up to speed throughout all the years. As the years progressed, I had wondered to New York because, quite frankly, seeing a freak like me wouldn't be so alarming to a New Yorker (no offense to all New Yorkers. I myself have New Yorker blood running through my veins) as it would to anyone else. It would be another day in the big city to them. As it is, I am blind in daylight or any light. I can see in daylight like a human can see in nightlight. I tried to use that to my advantage. I have now been alone for 9 years. But hey, thats me. Besides, I have a tendency to fall for men with an accent. Maybe being in New York will give me a better chance at love, with having people with an accent everywhere here.
SORRY FOR HAVE MADE THIS A PRELOUGE BUT I DIDN'T WANT TO HAVE TO EXPLAIN IT IN THE STORY LIKE THAT. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN LAME IF I DID. I DON'T NECESARILLY EXPECT A REVIEW ON THIS UNLESS IT'S A COMMENT ON THE CHARACTER HERSELF. SORRY IF IT TURNS OUT TO BE CORNY AND CLICHED AND I INCLUDE THE GERMAN ACCENT OF KURT/ NIGHTCRAWLER.