<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 had somehow avoided being violated because she had been able to defend herself just in time, otherwise Katerina was sure she'd have been sore between her legs right about now as well if not outright in pain down there.  Be it as it may, it had been close enough and as she had said once already, there was no way in Hell she'd let someone else close enough to try, especially if they happened to be anything like the former Wreck had been or the guard she had nearly killed before somehow getting away only to be caught and beaten senseless.  She didn't say a word to Wreck's promise that no one would hurt her again since he didn't know the future anymore than she did, that and she didn't trust him anyway but something about the way he said it made her WANT to believe him all the same.  Katerina sighed heavily and looked away just as Wreck wandered off to gather supplies and new clothes, turning her mismatched eyes upon Margie when she came up to help her if she needed it.  Katerina found much to her annoyance that she couldn't stand any longer and groaned as she slowly laid back on her haunches once more, the pain in her head making her see spots and weird colored shapes dance across her vision.  An aura....a true and clear cut sign of a migraine.  Great, that's just what she needed now on top of everything else.<br/><br/>Despite that, Katerina listened to what Margie had to say and it matched up with what she remembered well enough, but even so she shook her head at the older woman, not ready to believe that Wreck was on the level.  She couldn't....not after what she'd been through personally.  "Thank you....but until he proves himself I doubt I'll ever trust him, Margie.  He was with Apocalypse's men and he was part of the problem, not the solution.  He might have saved us but I still don't trust him for that simple reason that he was part of that tyrant's army."  She didn't know about the brain washing part of the serum that she had been injected with, only that it had made her a freak along with most of those that had survived.  She didn't know that he hadn't entirely been responsible for his own actions in a sense, none of them were that had been made into what they were now, but if she had, would have it made a difference?  Most likely not.  "I just....I wanted to die when I was first transformed into what I am now.  Not because of what I had become exactly, I was on my way to New York because my brother Jake had recently shown signs of the mutant gene so I was going with him to help him get settled since our parents were not nearly as understanding about it as I was, but because he died protecting me and for what?"<br/><br/>Tears came to her eyes anew but Katerina kept her sobs far quieter than she had before as she leaned into the older woman, wishing now that the very heated argument she had had with her folks back home before all this had come about could be taken back now.  "I told them I didn't want to be a part of their family....before I left to help Jake get to New York.  I gave up everything without a thought because I wasn't a mutant bigot like they turned out to be.  The 'mutant problem.' had never touched Elizabethtown as far as we knew and while we've had mutants pass through the city they rarely stayed around so we didn't normally concern ourselves with the whole issue, but when it was found out we had it in our family gene pool....things got ugly fast.  Jake was practically thrown out when I convinced him to tell our parents of what happened that day.  He had developed the ability to walk through walls but he couldn't control it.  He had almost gotten himself stuck in the floor of our house just going over the basement as we walked through the front door.  We had a good laugh at the time after he was firmly on the ground again but....things got ugly after that."  Katerina could still hear the shouts and screams that had been thrown back and forth between all involved nine days ago.  It felt like an eternity now but she couldn't help but go over the scene in her mind all the same.<br/><br/><em>They had been sitting around in the living room, the TV off and the windows open which allowed the late afternoon sun through along with a comfortable breeze.  Katerina was sitting beside her brother Jake, her right hand wrapped firmly around Jake's left since it seemed to help stabilize him, keep him from phasing through any solid objects to have her physically present and anchoring him in a sense.  It got them a few odd looks from their parents but when they had explained why and how she had found out about it, things had gotten bad fast.  Her dad was stunned but it was their mother that had been the far more vocal of the two.  Normally it was the other way around whenever things got stressful or heated, it was their dad that took the more active role in things, so that also made Katerina's head spin considerably.  "Get out."<br/><br/>Two words had never been spoken with such vehemence in Katerina's experience.  Her mother's mismatched eyes blazed with an anger that was borderline rage, and that too was surprising since she rarely got so upset over anything.  Annabella De Leon was one of the most levelheaded people she knew, and to see her this way was upsetting enough yet it was even more upsetting to know she was telling her brother to leave without so much as an explanation as to why she felt the way she did.  "Why mother?  Why?  He's still the same Jake!"  Katerina had shouted in return, surprising herself as she stood to her feet while Jake and their father both stared slack jawed at Annabella in abject surprise.<br/><br/>"He's a filthy mutant, Katerina De Leon!  I will not have a mutant living under the same roof as us!"<br/><br/>"WHY?!"<br/><br/>"BECAUSE I HAD A BROTHER THAT WAS A MUTANT!"  Annabela had screamed back which had silenced Katerina and further stunned the rest of the family.<br/><br/>"You said he was miscarried.  You always told us whenever we asked that he was miscarried by your mother about the same time you were eight years old."<br/><br/>"My mother swore us all to silence about him Katerina!  She hated him as much as she feared him.  He was a misbegotten freak of nature that should have been drowned at birth, Hell, she even tried to do it once, but on both sides of his neck were gills, GILLS!  He was able to breath in water as surely as we breath the air, but he could survive outside of the water quite easily as well.  He ended up running away and I say good riddance."  Katerina couldn't believe what she had just heard, let alone what Annabella's husband had heard since he had never known the truth about her former brother either, none of them had.</em><br/><br/>Katerina's remembrance of that day was shaken off when she heard a disturbance nearby and saw a newcomer enter their camp.  A woman wearing a catsuit, big black glasses, and a light backpack could be seen along with Aaron that Wreck had sent to guard the front door.  Slowly sitting up straight despite the agony in her skull which forced her eyes to water considerably, Katerina kept her eyes open and did her best to watch what proceeded after Wreck brought the box of supplies he had gathered for their group.  She didn't say thanks, she simply watched him go, glad he had gotten something to cover his chest with as Katerina examined the doctor with open curiosity.  Her memory she had spoken of aloud to Margie and anyone else that had been nearby, and while she was curious to hear what the others thought, seeing an actual doctor all the way out here when she needed one most was in a sense a godsend in Katerina's opinion.  Her ribs ached something fierce, her arm was still broken, and the migraine she was sporting now was making it hard to even look at the chips and other snacks that Wreck had gathered without wanting to throw up all over them first.