<div class="floatleft">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/4bbde5e8-e728-4a71-8653-9f93386d674f_zpsb823a679.jpg?t=1369882308)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name: </strong> Mary Jane<br/>  <strong>Title: </strong>Lynx<br/>  <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location: </strong>New York City, uptown<br/>  <strong>Tags: </strong> Spider- man, Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Mary Jane took another step and felt her weak limb falter under her as she dropped to one knee and hissed as the pain of the drop shot up her leg. She had been walking for days and was so tired and hungry. She let her eyes take in her surrounding still shell shocked at the destruction and devastation that had accrued while she had been captured. She could faintly recognize where she was, her newly advanced memory kicking in and painting the picture of a bustling street with open shops and people hurrying on their way to appointments or work. The image of Peter and her walking down the very same street hit her and she could recall them just out on a stroll, eating ice cream and talking about a movie they saw. She focused in on his face, like the thirst for water. Soaking in the way his smile lit up his face, how his eyes shined as they looked down at her, lovingly. God she missed him. Tears sprang to her eyes as the vivid image melted away and she was left looking at the aftermath of Apocalypse’s attack. Why? Why did this have to happen? So much pain and suffering… They screams of the people she saw dying echoed in her ears that she had to cover them in an attempt to block them out. She dared not close her eyes knowing her memory would only plague her with the faces of those poor souls who didn’t survive the serum. Her breathing were in short uneven pants as the screams only got louder. She suddenly realized it was her own voice screaming and she dropped her shaky hands to her sides as her mouth closed. She knelt there a moment gathering her shattered thoughts. She raised her hand and wiped her wet, dirty face, willing her body to stop shaking. Taking deep even breaths, she knew staying calm was the only way to keep her seizures from accruing while out in the open like she was. With only a few more pills to last her, she didnt think she was ready for a surprised attack. Unlike most of the judgment survivors Mary Jane was a bit of a defect, her body changing caused her brain the inability to create enough serotonin. The scientists in the judgment camp, where she was given the serum, thought her an oddity and wanted to study her to see why her body rejected and accepted the changes. She was given so many tests, was poked and pronged, and even stripped naked for them to examine like a lab rat. She could even remember the disappointed face of the commander of the camp, staring down at her body seized up helplessly on the training mat she was fighting on. Those cold eyes showed nothing but discussed as he moved on to the next mutant. The hunger in her stomach turned to anger as she remembered how humiliated and weak she felt, like a caged animal. She would have her revenge, she would strap each one of those heartless men in white coats down and show them what real pain was. Closing her eyes she shook her head.  But she was free now and she couldn’t dwell on her inability to change the past or strike revenge, not when she was so close to home.<br/><br/>She pushed herself up and leaned against an overturned car and inspected her bleeding knee. She held her bottom lip between her teeth as she took a corner of her wool coat and wiped away the dirty and grime that had coated her skin. Her clothes, if they could even be considered clothes were things she had either stolen or found on her journey. A small simple hooded wool swear coat and black pants. Her shirt was lost when she had fell out of a tree escaping the camp within an inch of her life. Her cotton white bra was now rubbed in dirty and was a bit frayed. She was lucky to find boots, even though they were a size too big. She saw her scrape was nothing, and looking looked worse then what it was, and hobbled over too a trashed store. She peered in, using her night vision eyes and sensitive hearing to see if any danger was inside. Once she was satisfied she hopped over the broken glass and started to rummage through what was left of the convenient store.<br/><br/>About fifteen minutes later she peeked her head back out, her leg wrapped in some make shift bandage, but her stomach still empty. The store was pretty bear, something she started expecting as she figured people would go crazy once the followers started snagging people off the streets and destroying property. She stepped out again onto the sidewalk just as a scream pierced through the dangerous streets. Her head whipped to the sound that was probably coming from about four blocks away, form what her ears could tell. Her body tensed as the decision to help or be caught ran through her.  No, she couldn’t go back. If anything she would jump off the empire state building before that happened. She turned her head and body in the opposite direction and took two long steps then stopped. But that woman could be saved. She didn’t have to go through what she did. She didn’t deserve to, and with MJ’s help she wasn’t going to either. Shuttering, she dropped her shoulders and turned to run and help the woman who had screamed. She pumped her arms as her body propelled through the ruble of New York. Her injured leg was on fire but she didn’t slow, and leaped over a crashed taxi without even stopping.<br/><br/>She rounded the corner just as she saw a man being glued to the wall by webbing. Her ragged breath caught in her throat as her eyes followed the webbing and stopped on an unfamiliar face. She hugged the corner hiding most of her body, but eyes stayed on the iron spider man who was finishing up with his good deed with a message. She wet her dry lips as she wondered if he was the Spider man she had known before or if he was just another one of Ironman’s robots. Gripping the brick wall did she move further into the alley, taking very slow and small steps. Her legs protested and she slide to concrete ground hard, so exhausted and spent by her little exert of energy. “Peter?” She whispered, unsure on if he would hear her, but so desperately wanting to see him again. To hold her close and case away the demons who had taken her life away. To kiss away the fear that had been lodged in her since her change.<br/>