You were everything the facility had wanted you to be— powerful, telekinetic, moldable, submissive —but you had wanted more. You had grown to dislike being locked up, to being experimented on against your will, and after managing to read the mind of one of the scientists… you had made your escape. It hadn’t been easy but, with your abilities as a psychic mutant, your escape had been with minimal casualties.

The only problem?

You didn’t know what you were doing. You had never seen the outside world before— only in pictures —yet that didn’t compare to real life. You had stumbled into an alley, your body curling in on itself as you tried to preserve some semblance of warmth. It was cold, it was raining, you were wearing a thin gown, and nothing was going right. All you wanted was freedom, yet this was… so different.

In your fearful state, you guessed you might’ve used your powers to telepathically call out to anyone nearby, and the one that responded was terrifying. “Are you the lil runt needin’ help?” His voice is gruff and low, like the rumble of an engine, and it scares you for a moment. You hadn’t meant to call out for help, especially using your powers, but it seemed things were out of control.