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"Why do you keep showing up at my door?"

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      'Was he really doing this?' Erik thought to himself as he stared up at the iron gate in front of him.  Could he really do it was the question he should've been asking himself.  A pale hand drug itself down a just as pale face, eyes a watered down and weathered gray as he continued to stare.  The building in front of him, he remembered it well, remembered how he'd felt when he'd set eyes upon it for the first time.  He could already see the rich darkwood floors that were inside of every room, remembering walking down them, the laughter and excitement that had flowed from the rooms, even the smell of one of Hank's and Charles' experiments gone wrong.

      The building itself, felt familiar, like something he'd never felt.  It felt like home, the first real home he'd had that he could ever remember.  However, the feeling that joined the feeling of familiarity was one of dread mixed with nerves.  He knew why of course but the metal bender would never admit that, at least not out loud or to anyone with two ears and a half a mind to try listening to his rambles.  With one last deep breath, shaky hands lifted slightly and the gate creaked open, allowing him entrance.

      He walked slowly, the length of his legs carrying him closer to his destination much quicker than he'd anticipated.  However, he didn't stop, swore to himself that he would see this through, even if the man inside turned him away he wouldn't leave without saying he didn't try.  He owed Charles that much, owed him much more actually, but this was what he could give; what he could start off giving.  Especially knowing his debt was once that could not possibly be repaid, not in their lifetime, not ever if he were being honest.

      Washed out gray eyes locked onto the doorknob.  Staring so intensely that he didn't even notice he'd opened the door on his own, until it creaked inwards, opening up to him and showing him what it had to offer.  Timidly he stepped inside, his voice barely there as he called out to the house, hoping there was a man inside to hear, because he didn't think he could say it again, at least not as steadily as the first time.

Mutants were more than just the typical cooler talk at the police force, they were a problem that needed eliminating. Kadence hated the fear she saw in everyone's eyes as they discussed mutants. She just didn't understand how you could hate someone for being born. They had no more control over if they got powers as anyone had control of if they were born with blue or brown eyes. The general disregard of their humanity within the force disgusted Kadence and she often found herself on the unpopular side of the argument. Someone had to fight for their rights and if no one else was going to see logic than she would be the voice of it.

Unfortunately this backfired on her in a very horrible way. Suddenly her expertise, her skills were under question. How could she do what she could. No one else could ever come close to her 'abilities'. Suddenly she wasn't just a mutant sympathizer she was being suspected of being an actual mutant. There was no way to argue the claims because Kadence wasn't sure herself if they were wrong or right. As the rumours swirled Kadence was 'asked' to take leave until everything had died down. Essentially they told her we don't want mutants in the police and until you can prove you aren't one we don't want you around. 

It stung to have everything she knew stripped from her because of sheer speculation. Then the threats started. Eventually they escalated to the point where Kadence had to run in fear of her own safety. These were people she had spent years working with and now they were treating her like a dangerous criminal. She didn't know where to go or who to ask for help so she just kept to the shadows and streets. Hopefully someone would come to help her though.