Lorna stared out at the crashing waves. It was quiet times like this that she really had a chance to think. Sometimes, she wonders if The Brotherhood is really the place for her. She’s not inherently evil or just bad like a lot of the members seemed to be. If she was honest, she was only there because of the promises her father had once made and a certain blue-eyed mutant. Not that she would admit that to anyone, let alone the mutant in question. Still, the promise of learning to control her powers even more was tempting to say the least.
✖ Still, the ocean was always something calming to her. The ebb and flow of the waves and the tide were always there, a constant under the swirls and chaos of her mind. Not that she remembered, like many this was lost to her, but in the time of the SHRA she’d dyed her hair blonde and tried to seem human. But a brief moment of chaos, her powers had unleashed and killed several people, resulting in her incarceration in the SHIELD prison.
✖ Still, now that everything is back to normal, Lorna doesn’t even seem to remember the SHRA or all of its consequences. It hardly mattered in the long run. It still left her standing at the edge of the ocean, thinking of her power, her predicament, everything really. She was still pretty unstable. She could use most of them, but there were times when they wouldn’t work or activated on very inconvenient times. She worked at it daily, and she was getting better.
✖ Lorna smiled softly into the sunset. She could never resist a short fly over the waves during the sunset. It always managed to make her feel like she was unstoppable, like she had no weaknesses, like she was completely in control. Having the wind in her was a freeing feeling. Lorna was free. There was no pressure to hold back her power. No pressure to find her father. No pressure to impress. Someday, this feeling would be her reality. She would no longer fear herself, and maybe, just maybe she’d be able to find her father.
✖ No matter what happened in the past, she had to try to focus on the present. She’d been told to focus her attentions forward and she’d be able to have more control. But the most she looked forward, the easier it was to look back, and the easier it was to look back, the easier it was to slip out of the very thin level of control she’d created for herself. Someday was a very far away. She just wanted to feel like other mutants, the ones in control of their powers. Anything to feel as normal as a girl with magnetic-like powers and green hair could possibly feel. Eventually, that someday would come.