Arielle inhaled. Only David really knew about her past before the Pushers, and if you talked about the Pushers? You got shut up for good. "I ran away from home," she said, "About a year ago. My Dad, for lack of a better word, was an absolute douchebag that dappled in using me as a target for his drunken rage. My mom's out of the picture. I got away, and I fell in with this guy, David. He runs this gang...you might have heard about them on the news every so often, the Pushers. He likes giving drugs to teens to give them "special" powers, like enhanced strength and all that good stuff. Well, when he gave the drugs to me, he thinks that they triggered my 'dormant metahuman gene', whatever the hell that is. I'm the perfect cat-burglar, I can slip into the shadows and get in and out, without any notice. Until now, that is." Arielle looked down at the ground. "I know it's wrong, what I do. I want out. But you don't just go telling David that you want out of the Pushers." Arielle bit her lip. She'd said to much, and she really didn't want to go into detail about what David did to her when she told him she wanted out.
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