<div class="floatleft">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/450/dep_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Katerina De Leon<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Teletrix.  (Not chosen)<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance.<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Wreck.  Open.<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>She woke up with a scream as her dislocated shoulder was popped back into place.  Gentle yet firm hands held her down as she tried to fight her way out of whatever had just caused her to yell no thanks to what had just happened to her.  Feeling at least returned to her arm and after the pain faded she calmed, slowly but she calmed all the same as her vision cleared and she was properly able to see again.  The woman that had been talking to Wreck earlier had gone back to finish up what she had started.  Handing Katerina a canteen full of lukewarm water, which in her opinion was just as good as Ambrosia at this point, the food of the Olympian gods to be precise, the young girl gulped down almost all of what was left before she coughed and sputtered, feeling pain lance through her chest no thanks to her cracked and fractured ribs.  "Tha...thank you."  Katerina groaned out weakly, glad to be alive despite her earlier wish to have died just to escape the Hell that had fallen over the world thanks to Apocalypse.  Looking around, she saw she wasn't the only one that felt as bad as the others looked to the young woman who's mismatched eyes seemed to grow a little brighter, unintentionally knocking over an empty soup can as one of the fits of her new abilities reached out and touched the can.  She blinked and chalked it up to the wind, or hoped that was all it was although deep down she knew better as she looked at her right hand which she could move again now that her shoulder was back where it needed to be.  "I'm....a mutant?  That....can't be.  What in the Hell was in that serum?"<br/><br/>Something that obviously altered a person's base genetic code at a molecular level most likely.  Facts and figures flashed through Katerina's mind as one thought lead to another which only lead to another in rapid succession, causing it's own version of a headache as she had to bite her tongue hard enough to draw blood in order to stifle the onrush of information going through her head.  She had always been smart, but not THIS smart.  She wasn't Tony Stark smart or anything but every fact and tidbit of information she had ever read or heard about seemed to be readily available to her now.  Of course, there was more, her telekinetic ability for example was something else she would have to come to terms with.  "How safe do you suppose we are, honestly?  Shouldn't...grr...we...keep moving?"  She asked, standing on shaky legs as she grabbed gingerly at her right side which didn't hurt as much despite the broken bones in her left arm.  She had had broken bones before, having been active in a number of school events and the like, but at least then they had had fully working hospitals that weren't bombed out as they were most likely now.  Setting her eyes on Wreck at last, Katerina noted only then as her mind continued to wander without her approval why everyone seemed so ill at ease.  Of course, she recognized him now.  No wonder they were suspicious.  She couldn't help but share their sentiments.  "Or were you waiting on me...?"  She all but growled, her eyes flashing dangerously at the same time as another powerful psychic pulse threatened to explode from her.  Under siege or not, she needed someone to take her own shell shock induced anger and rage out of and Wreck just happened to be one of Apocalypse's men.  He was quite a convenient target and one that was definitely not innocent.  Her normally non-violent nature had taken a holiday.<br/><br/>Everyone that was in front of her wisely got behind her as quick as they could when they saw her dirty, brunette hair started to float off of her shoulders of its own accord before a kind of heatwave rushed out of Katerina's body and hit Wreck square in the chest with enough force to send him flying through the nearest wall in the museum.  She breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure she had been building up was finally released but the pain that followed had her on her knees once again.  She didn't let her gaze fall however even as tears formed in her eyes at the blinding headache that thumped in time with her heartbeat.  She wanted to see Wreck be crushed and hopefully remain buried, unaware of what his powers were around.  She'd find out soon enough as instead of pain induced tears, tears for her dead brother Jake started to fall as sobs escaped her throat.