She shook madly, trying to comprehend what the hell she was seeing. She took a deep breath and shut her eyes. "Please....let me just open my eyes to a normal life..." she choked out, voice cracking in fear. She opened her eyes to a world of color once more. She let out a forced sigh of relief. "On my own..." she muttered as she began walking, "This...isn't normal..." she walked through the quiet streets. Though many people walked on them, it was deadly silent. People either looking at her or another young man. The young man walked through the small crowd of people, his outfit and aura giving him a sense of authority.

The two looked at each other cautiously, he rushed foreword and threw her over his shoulder, "listen.." he muttered. She squirmed and bit into his shoulder. "Fucking hell!" he cursed as he put her down, "Listen kid, I'm with the....the church.  I only want to help you. My name is Jordan. The 'father' you grew up with, he is not your father. He's a friend of mine acting as a stand in. I know you have questions, come with me and I can answer them."
  "You're insane! You're a random person I don't even know!" she shouted as she broke into another sprint, a voice in the back of her head kept whispering, "bring the world to its knees Cassandra, you saw what you're capable of. Why don't we...clean up a bit hmm?~" 

Cassandra shook her head and kept running, confused as to why something wanted her to 'clean up.' She disappeared into an alley, leaning against the wall. Was it the hate she felt that made her this way? Hell, for all she knew, she was a monster.