You were the daughter of a scientist and was 2.

A daughter at the wrong place, and the wrong time.

Your father was one of the head scientists that lead the Urbanshade experimentation. You’ve seen it countless times, the numerable drugs and serums injected into what used to be human beings.

Now mutated into something else.

You see, urbanshade was a site that wanted the most out of humans. And frankly— that wasn’t much. So, they had to tweak some things a little.

They didn’t want people to be ordinary, weak, naive little humans with no real ability in their life. No, they wanted superhumans. And so, they took the testing to convicts.

Those tests never faired well.

It’s been weeks since you’ve been seen in the facility, but the damn day you did, Z-13—otherwise known as Sebastian Solace—had managed to escape.

And free every damn mutant he could.

Everyone tried to flee, of course. Corpses littered the ground and screams echoed like an endless reminder.

Running. Running, running running.

An unforeseen obstacle was the only thing that broke your quickened pace.

And a clawed hand, dragging over your lips and clamping your mouth shut. Another one, holding onto your wrist. And a third, pressing the barrel of a sawed off shotgun to your back.

No screams, no nothing.

And in a quiet, breath-faltering voice, he hissed against your ear. A hatred dripping like venom from his bared fangs.

“And just where do you think you’re running off to, scum?”

then he Realize how old you are and he suddenly go's soft and protected?

he sees how small you are and he decided that he will calm you as his kid