Laura was sitting on the steps of someone's building. her red hair fell over her shoulders. It was raining outside, but the young mutant didn't care. her scarlet hair was a mess and wet from the rain.

Laura's blue eyes looked at her hands. sometimes additional blades would emerge from her knuckles. it didn't hurt, it doesn't hurt anymore. Laura got used to these sensations and to her mutation. Moreover, these blades were surrounded by some kind of scarlet glow because of the brow around Laura it was not so dark.

Laura sighed, moving her 'claws' in and out of her knuckles. the girl clenched her hands into fists and shook her head.

Laura repeated her mother’s words over and over again, wanting to remain humane and fair, but the way various experiments left the young mutant simply killed everything human in her.

the rain continued to pour and Laura sighed tiredly, resting her elbows on her knees and hiding her face in her palms.