Elizabeth Braddock / Psylocke

Preface: We were called freaks. Strangers. Mutants. As my claws ripped through the peculiar woman’s skin I thought, “What am I now?” My teeth sunk into her arm. The screech that pierced the air at that moment brought me back to reality, I was human again. I spat the blood out of my mouth and looked around myself. The scene of mayhem was sprayed with arterial red. The handsome man was looking at me with terrified eyes.
    “I’m so sorry,” I whispered. Shrinking into myself, I began to run away. The man wouldn’t catch me. But something held me back. I went back to him and reappeared. “Help me.” I wasn’t even sure he heard me I đã đưa ý kiến it so low. Suddenly, my body couldn’t take the pain. There was a buzzing in my ears, a pounding in my head, and spots in my vision. It was then the darkness swallowed me whole.