[b]ALISSA FAYE / FERALISS[/b]

Alissa was bored. To death. And beyond. 

There really was nothing safe to do for a teenage mutant ninja shapeshifter, especially one that happened to be a female. And small. And blond. And naive... 

"Ugh," she complained, rolling over on the couch. 

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" her adoptive mother asked, poking her head out from the kitchen. 

"I'm just bored. Can I [i]PLEASE[/i] go outside?" 

"Honey, you [i]know[/i] how dangerous it is for us out there." 

"BUT [i]SARAAAAAAAA![/i] I'm [i]booooored![/i]" 

Sara sighed. "No talking to strangers, no shapeshifting in front of others, and absolutely [i]NO[/i] crime fighting, do you understand me, young lady?" 

[i]"THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!"[/i] Alissa squealed before Sara could even finish. She ran to her room and ripped her supersuit out of the closet. It was specially designed for her shapeshifting, expanding and retracting as quickly as she did, by Gareth, Sara's husband and Alissa's adoptive father, who just so happened to be an absolute genius. Granted, it was his mutation that made him that way, but she didn't care. He made her cool stuff and taught her how to use it. Sara was a mutant, too, but she was different. She could memorize any movement by just watching it. She was a master at cooking, martial arts, massage therapy, knife throwing, archery, gymnastics, darts, pool, swimming... Basically everything. And she taught Alissa how to protect herself with these skills.

Alissa pulled the suit on, tied her long hair in pigtails, and ran out the door shouting a promise to stay away from criminals. She shapeshifted into a pigeon to stay inconspicuous and flew up high, crossing into the city as fast as a pigeon's wings could carry her. It took a little while, but she finally made it there. 

As she flew, she noticed smoke rising from one of the newly constructed buildings, so she flew over it to see what was going on. 

Some guy was flying away on a metal plate or something, and there were people still inside. A group of them were vomiting or passed out on the floor, and two or three of them looked injured. She had promised to stay away from criminals, not injured people at the scene of the crime. She flew down and landed on the floor, then shapeshifted back. 

"Holy Stark, guys, are you okay?" she called as she ran toward... "WHOA. You're... You're... Spider...bolt... Oh. MY. [i]GOD.[/i]" She paled, then smiled so wide that her face hurt. "I am like, your [i]BIGGEST[/i] fan! You are totally the most [i]awesome[/i] super hero ever!" Her smile suddenly disappeared. "What happened to you?"