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It is Pre AOU. The moment Nyah finds out she has her main power. She got her powers after the twins did.

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Nyah Coming into her Powers

Nyah, groaned, it started out as terrible headaches, and nightmares during her sleep. She wasn't sure what it was, but she was hoping that, it meant her being poked and prodded with, what they called the scepter,-and from what she gathered it was from Loki brother to Thor. She'd had a friend back in America, that knew all sorts of knowledge on myth and legends and gods, she was really into that sort of thing, and Nyah remember Sophie telling her Thor is the son of Odin, what it boils down to is, -she's hoping these problems she's having is because whatever is supposed to happen to her, is working, she's getting some kind of power. They were quite vague on explaining everything, which didn't help her feel any better, but at least she isn't doing this alone.

Her olive green eyes, flashed open, her pupils enlarging, rapidly before shrinking, sinking back to their normal size, as she gasps for air, she felt the bed, being trenched with her own sweat, as she realized she was sitting up in the small single bed, if you even call it what she's sleeping on a mattress. Nyah let out a breath and ran a hand thru her long straight brown hair, before flopping back down on her mattress and pillow. She glanced behind her at the light that is coming thru the slits in the door frame. She lifted her hands to her face and rubbed her eyes, she's exhausted, and has been for the past two weeks, when these problems started, but she was trying to think positive, she will get thru this.

If she could piece together the nightmares she would, but they were so broken she couldn't make heads or tails of them.

Sighing she sat up, she wasn't tired anymore, pulling the thin blanket off she got up and headed over towards the table that she had in the room. It had some paper and a pencil. She'd asked for one a few days ago because she'd suddenly gotten the need to draw, of course she used to love drawing back in America, and even when she was living with her aunt and uncle but her drawing wasn't near anything good she thought or at least they hadn't been expect for lately she's not sure if it was because she hasn't had anything better to do while stuck in this small room. It was pretty much either deal with the headache, sleep or draw.

Sliding down into the chair, she searched for a blank piece of paper, drawing a upon drawing of mechanical parts, people she's never met and even places she's never even been too scattered all over the desk.

She was out of luck, there wasn't any paper left. None at all. Drawn on both sides for times like these expect she forgot to ask for more paper. She leaned back against the chair she wasn't even sure what time it was to maybe call out thru the intercom about getting more paper. Everyone was probably still sleeping. She chewed on the idea, and her bottom lip before making her way over to the only piece of electronic that was in the room, and pushed down on the little red button.

"Hello? Anyone out there?" She asked, and waited for an answer.

"Hello?"

No one was currently answering. Go figure.

Nyah ran a hand thru her brown hair, leaning on the door.

Opening her eyes she could see through the slits in the door, the hallway light were always on and all she could see what the cement floors.

Nyah placed her hand on the door handle frustrated that she couldn't just walk out and ask someone for some paper.

The next thing that happened was not only odd, but deserved a bit of a victory dance as well.

The clang of the door handle as it hit the floor, both shocked and amazed Nyah and she stood there for a moment just staring at the handle lying lifeless on the cold cement floors.

As a frown formed its way on to her face, she took a step closer. Bending down to get a better look she noticed half of the door knob was defaced. Almost like it rotted off. Picking up what was left she turned it over in her hand, trying to think of an idea of what could have happened. It was defiantly something odd, but here in this castle, that was probably normal she figures.

She looked back up at the door and that's when she realized her wish had come true. The door was unlocked, before she knew it the metal knob was left on the floor and she had opened her cell door without even thinking of the consequences that may be waiting for her on the other side, but she felt a strong urge to search for someone. She needed that paper.

It was very eerily quiet once out in the hallway, and she looked down left and right before deciding to go right, her cold feet already use to the cement floors.

She didn't get far seeing, thru the grated window and door.

Pietro.

She stepped towards the door looked in, he was sleeping and his hair had gone all ratty and was showing signs of blonde streaks. She wondered how he was doing, him and Wanda, with that she rushed to the next cell and there was Wanda also sleeping.

She didn't bother looking into any more cells, she needed to find someone.

"Hey! How did you get out of your room?!" a voice announced itself knocking Nyah out of her thoughts and she turned towards the guard. She was about to explain to him, that her buzzer was broken along with her door, but then he spoke into a walkie talking looking thing and she frowned, she's not dangerous, but I guess he doesn't know that. Still it left a sour taste in her mouth, as he got closer to her.

"Look all I wanted was white paper, no lines. Not trying to escape."

"Sorry Sweetheart, I'm not in charge of getting you a piece of paper. Let's go." He said, and went to reach for her.

Nyah leaned back, not wanting to be touched she doesn't need to be dragged back to her room. She can walk herself. "Don't touch me. I can walk." she spoke.

The Guard grinned and stopped, he saw no threat in the immediate future and took a minute for himself. "Hey I remember you, the girl with all the headaches." He said, "Can you predict what I'm gonna have for lunch tomorrow?" he smirked and Nyah wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, she could tell that he thought this was all stupid and they were a bunch of freaks.

"No." She said flatly.

He shrugged. "Oh well that's lame, I thought you people were supposed to be able to do cool stuff." He told her.

"Oh I'm sorry that a castle full of people giving their lives, not know if they are gonna survive is not good enough for you."

He glares at her before grabbing her arm, he had enough of talking with her. He wasn't having fun, and she wasn't playing along.

"Hey I have feet! I can walk!" She raised her voice, and raised her hand trying to pull his hand off of her. She didn't like being treated like some animal.

Unknown to the both of them, that her touch was deadly, an invisible wave crept over his entire body in an instant, and with that, his one nice taunt smooth skin began to show rapid signs of aging, liver spots started showing underneath his uniform, and his bones started to age, and ache, becoming weaker with each step. Nyah gasped in shock when she caught his hair quickly turning white. Her shock quickly turned to horror, as she saw he was turning into an old man before her eyes. A scream shot out her mouth, and she pulled away from him, trying to get away from him as much as possible. Her mind was spinning so fast.

"Hey what did you do to me?" the guard asked, his voice croaky before quickly getting angry and he lunged himself towards Nyah, who instinctively held up her hands, an invisible wave blasted out and she watched as the man shrivel up, the skin disintegrating at such a rabid rate, along with the bones, leaving a pile of ashes in their wake.

Nyah breathed in deeply, and just blinked staring at the ashes in amazement and shock. She can't believe she just did that. She just killed someone without touching them, well she did touch him, but the second time it just shot out of her hand.

"Nyah?" a soft male voice came from the left of her.

She glanced up and saw Dr. List there with a few guards behind him. She knew exactly why he brought them, for protection because she was dangerous, but that wasn't going to help, judging by the pile in front of her. She looked down at her hands, which were shaking slightly.

"Nyah?" came Dr. List's voice again, and Nyah looked over at him.

"I-I didn't mean too…" She stuttered out.

"I know it was an accident." He said, and all Nyah could do is nod her head until Dr. List took a step towards her.

"No! Don't come any closer." She yelled stepping back quickly, she went to put her hands up, but quickly made her hands into fists at her sides, it probably wouldn't help but it was making her feel a tiny bit better.

"Why don't we head back to your room?" He asked, his calming tone never wavering and Nyah nodded before turned heading back to her room, and her mind just replaying over what just happened, well its official she has enchantment. She can age people to ashes just by touching them, expect when she's in a pickle and then she apparently can project it out without even touching anyone. That's a scary thought. Stepping back into her room she headed towards her bed, and realized she was the one that took the door knob off, which means she not only can age people but objects too.

Dr. List could see she was having trouble with something but didn't say anything, and picked up the door handle. "Someone will come by and put a new handle on the door for you."

Nyah nodded. "Thank you."

"Someone will come by and check to see how you are doing, and we will start on your training immediately." He said, giving her a smile before exiting the room.

Nyah sighed and carefully reached out a hand, to the metal framing of the bed. Grabbing hold of it she waited, watching to see if anything would happened.

Nothing happened.

The metal posting holding up the mattress stayed exactly where it was. Relived washed over her, that she didn't have to sleep on the floor she climbed into the bed and pulled the blanket up close to her face, she wanted to hide from the world because of what had happen, and tomorrow she wasn't going near anyone especially not the twins. She was a danger to everyone else and if no one was going to keep her away from everyone she was going to have to do it herself.

She realized she forgot to ask Dr. List for some more paper.