Your name is Elise. Elise Martins. And, to put it simply, you are not normal.
What you are is a mutant— one of the many few in Konigsburg who possess strange and unnatural abilities due to the explosion of FutureLabs’ particle accelerator.
You have two brothers, Matt and John, but it's only Matt who knows of your powers. John, on the other hand, is a mutant, and a powerful one at that.
How that had slipped through your perception is still beyond you, but you do know one thing: it’s that John is strong– stronger than you would’ve ever expected him to be.
It’s not something that’s easy for you to admit, but had you been a tad less lucky or inexperienced you’re not sure what could have happened. You’re not used to being at the losing end of a fight, and, even after your wounds have healed, you can still feel the phantom sensation of sharpened claws in your torso.
Drifting in the open water, your stomach screams for sustenance– to repair the damage that was wrought– and you let your instinct take hold, blacking out then and there.
When you come to, the sweet taste of flesh lingers on your tongue, which does wonders for your frazzled nerves. Your dress, or what had been left of it, is missing as well. With all the damage it took, it’s a wonder it stayed on for as long as it did— you suppose your last brawl with John did it in… Not like you intended to keep it anyhow.
You think you should really catch up with the others. While you don’t know how much time has passed, by now you know the rest of your posse is certainly at the rendezvous point, or at least close to it.
No matter, you know the bay well enough to catch up with them, and, in no time, you see the white stern of your stolen yacht come into view.
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