I open my safe as we get back to the facility. I pull out a diary and a bunch of dvds and pictures.

"Why do you need those old pictures and such Pipsqueak?" Dad asks looking at them.

"All I have from my parents. It'll help." I sadly smile.

"I'll get a DVD player." He says no knowing what to say really.

I lay everything out on the table. All the pictures of my mother looking absolutely stunning. I didn't get her beauty at all. I sometimes wish I did.

I look at the pictures of my father. An average looking male whom I got my looks from... except my eyes. All the pictures of him from behind, except for one which is of him shirtless in a bed.

Then the pictures of landscapes and the ocean. And then some of a baby which has bright (e/c) eyes and faded coral hair. I've always assumed it was me.

"Is that you?" I hear peter ask looking over my shoulder.

"I don't know. It could be." I say placing the photo down.

"Is that your mother?" Peter asks picking up a picture of my mother looking very attractive.

"Yeah. I wish I want related to her." I say grabbing the photo from his hand and placing it back.

"Why not? Isn't she the one who had powers too?"

"Yes. But she wasn't as noble with her powers. Nobody of her species is. They use their powers to mess with or kill humans. Because its funny." I feel anger burning up inside me.

Peter looks at me shocked. He had no clue how terrible things were. As I'm looking at his face I feel the murderous feeling rise.

"My mother was given the killer name The Siren. She, according to police records killed seven THOUSAND men. But this diary shows that she killed closer to 10 thousand. And- AND I COULD BECOME HER! I FEEL THIS URGE TO KILL SOMETIMES!" I start breaking down. The feeling rising closer to the surface.

"(Y/n)... I'm here to help." Peter says avoiding eye contact but placing his hand on my arm.

I growl at him and his eyes snap to mine the same time the feeling overflows and I toss Peter across the room.