Five years ago, a large meteor crashed in central New York. No one knows how the government didn't know. They didn't see how they couldn't. The thing took up a whole city block. Dust and debris everywhere, people screaming, crying, looking for loved ones. A lot of people had died...others suffered severe injuries. Some even got extremely sick, though no one knew how or why.
A year after, people began getting extremely sick. No one knew what the cause of this illness was. Doctors and nurses worked tirelessly to figure it out. Many stayed in the hospital for months, others it was less. And some...never made it out. Those that did began to experience anomalies around themselves. Though that was always true. Even some that got sick never experienced anything at all.
Now, children and adult alike are being hunted for their abilities. G.A.M.A is searching for a "cure-all" to "save" those unfortunate to suffer from this change to their DNA. The meteor is contained under a dome of re-enforced frosted glass.
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Night time, Crawler's favorite time of day. A time with less people and more opportunities to find necessities. he crawled out of his makeshift nest under a bridge into New York and unfurled a set of dragonfly wings taking off into the night. He zipped high above the skyline before making his way to his favorite place in New York, the lake in Central Park. Tonight was a food run, landing at the edge of the lake and quickly looking around to make sure no one was watching. Once the coast was perceivably clear he shifted the upper half of his body to be more like a water boatman, an aquatic insect, and dove under the water. He swam through the lake looking for anything edible, for once Crawler was grateful for invasive species as the lake had become his main source of food. Swimming deep below the surface he quickly speared two fish before returning to the surface and shifting back to a man in tattered cloths and now soaking wet. "c-cold" he stuttered to himself, his voice hoarse and rough from lack of use. Then again, being a mutant freak that even other mutants tend to shun really makes talking almost obsolete.
Hiding under a tree setting the dead fish next to him, he began to produce spider silk from his wrist and weave an impromptu blanket, fire terrified him so it wasn't an option even though it would warm him up quicker. Wrapping the spider silk blanket around his shivering body he grabbed one of the fish he had set down and tore into it ravenously, although most people would be disgusted with the idea of raw slimy fish, Crawler had grown accustomed with a bug like appetite from eating paper, trash and rotten fruit and meat, to even blood if absolutely desperate. "Being a freak has its benefits I guess" he thought coldly as memories of his life before his mutation ran through his mind. Sure he had few friends before his mutation, but having none was unbearably lonely, sure he had Froggy but the two of them had more of a survival based relationship. Crawler wished he had someone to talk to, laugh with, hell to just be able to say hello without a threat of G.A.M.A being called or violence. "Keep dreaming Crawler.. You're a broken freak."
Crawler's eyes swam with tears as he dropped the now cleaned fish skeleton and began to cry. He hated being lonely, he hated having no one, he hated just existing as a mutant. He just wished he could go back to how things used to be, to being ignorant to how fickle his "friends and family" were and at least believing that someone cared. Wiping his eyes Crawler tried to silence his sobs, he couldn't risk being caught, as much as he hated living the way he did, but he didn't want to die, he knew there were other mutants that actually had a chance at being happy, and wanted to ensure no one would suffer like him. Sprouting four spider legs, he began to quickly scurry away but his tears still clouded his vision as he tore through the park trying not to be seen, but his blurred vison made navigation difficult.
A few months had passed since the tragic loss of her parents. The ones that she had publicly taken time to grieve. Really it was only a show seeing as she had sent the insect assassins to murder them. It was ruled as a freak accident as some of her bug collection arrived there by 'accident'. She had made public statement about her hobby leading to the tragic end of her family members.
Now she was free to move on with her life and after liquidating her families ASSETS. She sat on more than enough money to live on for several lifetimes. She had started with the run down mansion that was purchased to hide her away from the world. With her freak ability that had them disgusted. Most of the rooms were un livable and really she had only gotten her room and the kitchen up to code.
After meeting with a contractor in the morning she headed to the park to walk. She wanted to feel the life of the bugs there. To see what they saw but it was getting dark by the time she decided to walk. Going over wood samples and other things to go in the home. They all had grand ideas and half of them she DIDN'T care for to their had been ARGUMENTS that sent her storming off into the night.
When she heard the sound of cries she headed that direction. Though some drunken homeless men had OTHER ideas. "give me your wallet...." One man drunkenly slurred as he helf a jagged metal knife. "I have no money on me sir.. please get out of my way." She spoke as she tried to move and he cut her arm. Screaming out a bit the men got closer.
Crawler wasn't really one for heroics, usually when he heard a scream or a commotion of the sort he just kept walking. He felt no sympathy for humans and was more then willing to leave them to their doom with no remorse, they more than likely deserved it after all the hell they put Crawler and his people through, or they stood idly by and let it happen. This was different though, the scream was so close he was worried someone had seen him. He quickly hid scrambling up a tree and retracting his spider legs looking around for the source of the scream. He saw some homeless guy with a knife drawn on some girl and Crawler prepared to pounce to her aid. "Wait... Why am I doing this?" he thought to himself as the man advanced. Crawler never was one to intervene when it didn't concern him, past attempts ended with G.A.M.A being called and Crawler couldn't be in the area for a long time, so why was now any different? Crawler couldn't explain why he felt the urge to help. It felt like one of his urges he got from giving himself bug abilities or parts, but that didn't make sense, there wasn't any bug that he had used the abilities of that had a protective nature, but something about this girl made his instincts scream save her.
The man raised his knife and Crawler lunged forward zipping through the air on dragonfly wings. Crawler tackled the man pushing him away from Bastina and let out a cry of pain as the knife dug into his shoulder. Glaring down at the man Crawler sprouted mandibles from his jaws letting out a guttural insectoid shriek as he reared his head back to bite the man only to see him go limp. The man had fainted, and lucky for him Crawler had already eaten. He shifted back to normal and reached for the knife and letting out a pained shriek as he ripped it out. Quickly ripping a chunk of cloth from the rags he called clothes and tied it around his wound, he would need to get someplace safe and out of sight to finish treating it though. His gaze turned to Bastina and he cautiously began to back away ready to Fly like hell at any sudden movement. But he was more curious then afraid, his head cocked to the side like a curious animal as his eyes scanned her. She didn't seem dangerous, at least not to him and he still felt that strange urge to help her. He slowly approached, his wings retracting and his hand reached out to point at her arm. "Can... Help..." his voice was hoarse from never really using it for years and Crawler could taste blood in his throat.
His fearful expression softened to one of concern. Something about her didn't make him feel fearful, he didn't know it was his own mutation reacting to hers, and even if he did know, he wouldn't care, she didn't seem like the harmful type to him.
Just like a prayer being answered or a wish being granted. A savior from above had come to rescue her from the evil HEARTEN thugs. There was a slight bit of shock in her face as she watched the happenings. Her power had already signaled some of the bees in the area to come to her aid. When the men were dispatched she watched as the savior started to try and leave.
THOUGH his offer to help was so very thoughtful. Her face showed more concerned for his injury than the gash on her arm. Moving closer to him she held her hands up in a non THREATENING way. "Thank you for help. Let me help you once we go home. Have plenty of rooms for help people like me. She spoke as bees came down and started to swarm the wound on her arm. They spun a tight was that started to treat the wound for infections.
She want sure where this bug man came from but she was GRATEFUL he was around. Who knew what those evil men WOULD'VE planned for her. Bastina was not a fighter by any means. She was just a quiet girl who had been abandoned by her parents for something beyond her control. "Come, Come with me." She spoke with a smile as she moved to get a cab.
She could sense his nervous nature on the ride home but she paid the cab driver and they walked down the long driveway. They came up to what seemed to be a wall of water but it was really just a plant toxin made by the wasps to keep intruders out. Harmless to her and anyone with bug traits. Walking under the clear flowing wall they came upon the view of the large beaten down home.
"This my home. Need work but plenty of space and safe with own kind." Her accent was a bit thick and of the french variety. Moving down the walkway he would see lightning bugs flying and other bug life moving over plush green plant life.
Crawler had never ridden in a Cab before, then again, he never had money or a reason to ride a cab in the first place. God his shoulder hurt, he'd survived worse and even grew back a lost arm once by metamorphizing in a cocoon, but that didn't mean his current wound hurt any less. He winced with every bump or sudden stop, he'd have to patch himself up once he was someplace safe. Thankfully the ride wasn't too long and Crawler was more than happy to get out of the damn car, it was too cramped, he was used to open night skies. Seeing the water like wall he recognized it as a plant toxin produced by wasps and if his shoulder wasn't slowing him down he would've pulled Bastina away from it, but she seemed completely unaffected by it.
"Does she have some sort of toxin immunity?" he thought to himself as he passed through the barrier following behind her. As he walked down the long drive way he began weaving spider silk between his fingers to use for sutures, the natural antibiotics in the web would keep infection away and his body would naturally dissolve the stitches as they healed so it was the perfect suture method for him. "Nice.. Place.." he said with a smile as he looked around the large run down home. "T-Thank you.. I'm... Crawler.." he coughed slightly and winced as his shoulder gave him a sharp sting of pain. "Have a... needle?" he said in a pained tone pointing at his shoulder and holding the coil of spider silk in his hand.
He leaned against a wall he slumped down looking up at the lightning bugs in the air he couldn't help but smile despite the pain in his shoulder. He couldn't place it but he felt safe, for once he actually wanted to talk to someone and he wasn't scared for his life. He hadn't felt like this in years, safe. "You know.. Never got... your name.." he said quietly trying to start a conversation. He never really was good at talking, even before his mutation he was always the shy nerdy kid, now he was a borderline hermit who lived under a bridge. But if Bastina meant what she said and he could stay here, things would be different, and for once Crawler felt something he thought he'd never feel again, Hope.