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She wore a jacket that was five sizes too big that went over her shoulders but her arms did not go through the sleeves.  A cup in her right hand for money as beggars did for food.  Her face and clothing dirty.  She was eight years old.  She walked through the crowds of Times Square, avoiding people, asking some for money to eat, running from those who asked where her parents were. Ran from the ones who said she should go t a shelter and get help.

The tiny girl was sad in the face.  She looked homeless, looked tired.  She was scared, she was thin.  Her body looked malnourished.  It was a horrible site to see a girl in such state.  Peaking by her shoulders was white feathers.  She tried hard to hide them.  Wings were hidden behind the jacket.  Abandoned two years ago, this was Charity's life.  She was searching for others like her.  She had heard the rumors of other mutants or freaks as her mother had called her.  But she had to be careful for she heard about humans who kidnapped kids like her  M.R.D.  She needed to avoid them. 

She sent a letter to a man named Jason Andrews with old paper to an address someone gave her.  Of course being so little she didn't know how to get to that address on her own.  She left a rag of her clothing in the letter and hoped they would find her.  Charity settled down next to a small lion statue and touched it, making it come to life.  Th statue's eyes opened, it stretched it's jaws and stepped n front of thes all girl, protecting her as sh shut her eyes in an alley and shivered in the cold.  She had gone with out eating for two days.

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Reports of Statues coming to life in the presence of a little girl. How extraordinary. True enough, those mutant punks at their little school had their little animation experts, the one that the M.R.D files registered as "Earthling". Williams sat there, index finger and thumb clenched, turning white from the pressure of his fingers squeezing the corner of his spectacles, right at the pivoting joint where the "arms" of the glasses usually folded over. He sat inside his own, pitch black Lamborghini Ferruccio as he began to look the file over. There were several pictures of a little girl. Williams let out a small sigh as he examined her face. The information on her was limited, though there was enough to discover her name and her psychological profile. The most useful thing of yet though, would be the little attachment he got within the folder. It was a letter, addressed to Jason Andrews. Williams knew the name well, and respected it, if not despise it at the same time. It was the cloth, with her DNA which gave Williams the means to know her, and track her effectively.

    With this letter he smiled, knowing exactly what he would need to do. He opened his door and popped himself out as he began to walk for the sidewalk, the door closing itself and locking. Now that his fully upgraded and customized car was on lock down he began to wander around, looking for the girl at the last place she was spotted. His tracking device was never wrong, as his glasses had formed a map, and the red light was her. His glasses faded from sunglasses, which hid the map, and now they were one way clear plastic, allowing him to see the map formulated, but not allow her to see it. Hefty little trick. He approached the girl, the glasses identifying her as a mutant and pulling up the M.R.D database and all things on the internet involving her, her face or anything even remotely close to her power. He blinked, and the glasses understood the command, closing all windows as he smiled at the girl. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill as he squatted down in front of her.

   "Well, Professor Andrews said you'd be in bad shape, but dang kiddo. You're a tough little thing aren't ya?" he asked with a charming smile as he handed her the twenty dollar bill. He wore his field armor beneath his normal dress clothing, perfectly concealed, he had weapons in his car if he needed them, but he had hoped to keep this civil. "Look at ya. You wouldn't have lasted long if he didn't send me for ya, huh?" He asked, sounding genuinely concerned for her health and well being.

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Charity's eyes opened when someone spoke, her lion statue freezing like it was suppose to when someone came with money.  She looked at the man who held out the large bill and slowly took it.  It would get her fast food for two days.  She smiled in thanks but listened to the man.,  Professor Andrews, the man she sent the letter to for help.  He must of sent someone to find her finally.  Her smile grew and she touched the statue with a smooth movement, the statue slowly returning to its original pose.

"He sent you to find me?  Thank you sir.  I didn't know if he would of gotten it.  You can have your money back... you're taking me to the mansion right?"  She asked, standing up and kept the jacket around her shoulders.  A smile stayed on her lips.  Oh how foolish she was.

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Williams laughed, but it was more of an amused one, not one of malicious intent. He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, but we just gotta do a couple things first. I gotta ask you a few questions, and we gotta make sure you've been immunized." He said kindly, but he spoke as if doing those things were an unneeded chore. Which to him they were not, but to the girl, she might have found him more relatable. Williams sighed and looked around. "So, we can fill out these questions here or we can do that while we grab lunch. From the looks of things I think you need something to eat. Where do ya want to eat?" He said, he despised using an enthusiastic voice, especially to a mutant. Something about him triggered, and kicked in. As a parent, Williams couldn't let the girl go hungry, could he? No, not at all. He would take her to get food and they could answer the questions there, as far as the immunizations it would depend on how well the questions went.

"Yes ma'am. Name it and we'll find it. Hopefully. Between you and me though..." He said, pulling his glasses down, looking over them and looking the girl in the eyes. "I wouldn't ask for a home-cooked meal." He said, jokingly stating his lack of culinary skills, and hoping to keep friendly enough for the eight year old.

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The man was even nicer than she expected, offering her food before going to the mansion.  But she did't understand what he meant by the immunizations.  What did that have to do with anything?  Charity thought to herself but in her young mind, she didn't really think much of it.  She guessed it meant to due with living on her own for so long and not seeing a doctor.  That had to be it!  Charity moved out of the alley and closer to the man, eyeing him with her small smile. She brought the jacket closer around her body confused but the man was so kind she couldn't resist his offer of a free meal. She nodded her head fast, eagerly.

"I'll eat anything sir.  I haven't had something in two days."  Charity admitted and sighed.  Her eyes looked down at the money still in her hands.  She picked up the statue next to hr of the lion and nodded her head.  "What kind of questions and imm...uniza...tions?"  She asked, pronouncing the word like any eight year old would, hard and trying to get it right.  She looked around, wondering why he as alone now.  She would of thought Mr. Jason would of come too but again, she shrugged it off.  It wasn't something her young mind would over think.  If she was older th entire situation would of set off warning bells.  But for such a young girl, everything happening was too good to be true.

"What's your name Mister?  I'm Charity in case Mr. Jason didn't tell you.  Will I be getting better clothing too?  Statues?  Other things I don't have to find on my own?"  She started to ask the questions that meant the most to her now.  As they walked, she took his hand for safety and so she didn't loose the kind man. "Is it okay that I hold your hand mister?"

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"Just basic questions to get you enrolled. Like "What's you're name and age? What kind of classes do you want to take? On a scale of one to ten how important is studying to you. Don't worry, you'll do great. I've never met anyone who hasn't made it." He said calmly and kindly, trying to reassure her that the questions were only preliminary and not truly anything to be fretting her feathers over. She asked what immunizations were he let out a curious hum and looked at her as if asking her if she seriously didn't know what they were. Granted he didn't care that she didn't know, but he had to play the part. He did so very one, one might add. "Oh wow, never heard of them huh? Well okay then. It's when we look to see if you're susceptible to getting any forms of disease that can kill you, and we make sure that your body can stop any sicknesses from hurting you. Professor Andrews wants to make sure you and all the others students are safe from anything nasty like that. He was especially worried about you, being a little girl all alone in the streets. You're pretty strong, huh kiddo?" He asked as he smiled and walked over to his car. He opened the car door for her and sat himself in the driver's seat, aiming to take her to a local restaurant.

    "My name's George Matthews, I'm a friend of Professor Andrews. When he hears about people like us in trouble, he sends me to go get them and bring them to the school. And I promise you, I'll make sure you get new clothing, though I'm not sure if we can give you a statue, all of ours are a little big." He laughed a little. When they got there, it would be a small, nice little place. He'd take out a small manila folder after the waitress would seat them and get their drinks. They were the question's he'd ask, though he'd been getting ahead of himself slightly, and his mind wandered back to the moment before smiling at Charity, wondering to himself why he was doing this to a child. Some would call it a crisis of morality...Williams called it a "stray thought" one that came up every so often. He sighed as he clicked his tongue. "So tell me kiddo, what's your name. Charity- what? Then I need to know how old you are... can you remember?" He asked with a smile looking over his lenses.

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Charity smiled when he explained things to her.  She felt like for once things were going to be okay. "Cool, I hope I get in.  I don't wanna sleep outside any more.  It's cold at night.  My statues protect me.  They are my friends."  She didn't hold back telling him this because to her, he was a mutant too.  She didn't know any better nor did she question him.  He knew Professor Andrews and that was good enough for her.

As they walked to the car she held his hand tightly and without any fear.  She didn't know any better and was happy to be in a car again for travel.  "Yes sir, very strong.  People give me money cause I'm so little.  It helped me."

She looked out the windows as he drove and listened to the explanation on what immunizations were.  "I've never seen a doctor since mommy said I was a freak and left me alone mister George."  She said and sighed.   When they got to the restaurant, she walked with him, holding his hand and sat across from him at the table, her feet barely off the ground.  She swung them in a childish manner and smiled, happy to be given a free meal.  She ordered water for a drink for it was the only drink she ever had and it was usually always free.  She didn't know how to read and frowned looking over the menu just as he began his questions.

"Mommy and daddy's last name was Bolds so that's my last name.  My middle is Maria.  Charity Maria Bolds.   Mommy said it was after grandma.  I'm eight years old I think.   My birthday is May 7th, 2006, so if it is past that, than I'm eight sir. "  Charity said politely and sighed.  "I can't read this George.... could you order me something good?  I trust what ever you pick for me."  She smiled and pulled her jacket up a bit to cover a stray feather on her shoulder and frowned. 

"I'm getting too big for this jacket to cover them....Mommy said I was a freak and daddy put bad smelly stuff on my face. I woke up alone in central park... I miss my mommy and wish I never got these silly wings.... I can't even fly without crashing."  She giggled at the last part and smiled at him.  Her brown eyes seemed to light up, happy someone was being nice and caring to her.  In the light of the restaurant it was clear how thin and malnourished she was and filthy too.  She looked like she had been alone for a long time.

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