Excuse me, I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. My name is Piercella and I just wanted to share something with you all.
That I am mutant was obvious from birth as you can tell by the blueish skin tone and the little hornlike appatures on my forehead. In my youth I despised my self, and thought to myself there was little wonder why my parents wanted nothing to do with me; Even I thought I was grotesque and hated myself; In fact I hated everything and everyone.
Eventhough I hated myself I was constantly in fights as a child, responding to all the name calling and belittlement. Maybe I was a freak, but I didn't have to stand to be reminded of it every waking hour of my life.
Then one day walking through the streets of Kings Row I saw some Skulls ganged up on a helpless girl. People were ignoring the whole thing. Some just threw up their hands and ran the other way. It made me sick and I felt empathy and sorrow for the girl.
Something inside of me began to burn, and I had to do something. I quickly closed on the Skulls to be greated by the familiar phrases: Freak and Monster and that's when it happened; Spikes and thorns errupted from my body and a dark cloud embraced me threatening to consume the villians. Then I unleashed on them and they fell. As the last one was incapacitated, the young girl with tears in her eyes, looked up and said the strangest thing. She said: I don't know what I would have done without you. and she hugged me thorns and all!
From that moment on I've been helping people just like her and in a way helping myself. I actually even like myself now
