“I believe it to have been an attempted homicide.” The injuries would have been life-threatening at best, death would have been the most likely outcome.” My hands would have been pulverized up to the elbows, chunks of metal would have torn my face off with some of it embedding into my chest. “The gun exploded in my hands, once the bullet lodged in the barrel, it sent the blast backward and out.
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If your skin wasn’t nigh-on indestructible what sort of injuries would we be looking at?” “Don’t pussyfoot around me Frank, I’d prefer your honesty.” “That’s some tough hide you’ve got … I mean that in the nicest way possible.” That’s why we need to know what happened.” “I understand the process, I just don’t like why.” But, every serious incident must be investigated.” The safety record with you running the show has been exemplary. “This has nothing to do with the work you do here at the Ranges. “You’re certain you’re not hurt?” asked Chief Delarose for the third time in as many minutes. Your loving son, Geoff (I go by Max now). Let me know if you ever get out of solitary, I would like to visit you. I hope the prison guards let you read my letter to see the wet blotches which are from my tears. I suspect you already have Whateley’s address, but I’ll include it for you. Outlook is going to find us a team headquarters, or fort, or whatever on campus. They all have an off-beat sense of humor but I like them. Oh, our team’s name is Northern Lites by the way, they’re a bunch of Canadians, except for Werx. I was worried that between a Psychic and a Precog that they would hate me, but I’ve been welcomed with open arms. There’s Outlook, and Werx, an Energizer girl named Flambé who’s got super hot hands, a Speedster named Swift, a Psychic girl called Perspicacious (hope I spelt that right), an Exemplar girl who goes by Excelle (those last three are related), and finally a Precog named Aware. So just like you had advised me to do, I’m part of a team. I’ve changed - a lot - not for the better, but please don’t worry, I’m okay. It houses students who have medical conditions and appearance issues like GSD, I’m afraid that describes me pretty well.
I’m in Hawthorne Cottage, you never mentioned it, so it might be an addition since you were here. Don’t ask me how he does it, all he said was he alters molecules. Outlook, he’s the guy I arrived with, he made it off her drawing - just like that, no fuss or muss, one minute it just ‘poof’ showed up. Werx is a Gadgeteer, she came up with an idea to make a computer keyboard big enough and robust enough for me to use. In fact, it’s because of two of them that I’m able to write this letter. I have already made some friends that don’t judge me and they don’t even care who my mom is. You often spoke about your time at Whateley as being some of the best days of your life, and I’m beginning to see the appeal. You never expressed a belief in God, but I tell you, he’s like a guardian angel. I can’t explain it, but just after the accident, a guy showed up, he gave me food and joined me walking to Whateley. I wasn’t hurt, but it happened because I was starving and wasn’t focused. I was making good progress, but came across some difficulties, I got hit by a car and that upset my plans. I have to tell you about my trip to get here. Thank you! The State was planning on sending me to a work camp to help pay for all the food I need to eat, the car they used had an unfortunate breakdown so I was able to give them the slip. You must have sensed it coming because they had an application waiting for me when I arrived. You had told me that if I ever manifested to get myself to Whateley Academy. I had hoped to be a Mage like you, but no such luck. I tested as an Exemplar, but I’ve kept changing.
I went into shock and was admitted to the hospital, they at least fed me, which allowed my body to grow. You had tried to prepare me from a young age for becoming a mutant, and as you had anticipated, I manifested - in a big way.Īt first, I had a hunger that couldn’t be satiated, the mother superior at the State-sponsored orphanage refused to feed me enough. I regret how long it’s taken me to write, you may have noticed how dreadful my penmanship was in my last letter, blame it on my manifestation.
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