He's not my Father (Solo)

Any ties she had made with her biological father had immediately been cut off the second her mother died. If beating his daughter to a bloody pulp, throwing her down the stairs, or voicing his disappointment in her and her mother were not enough to convince Ahorta that her father never loved her, then the made it very clear when he had Ahorta hauled out of his home by psychologists. The day they appeared at her door to take her away, the word 'father' disentigrated, like everything else that touched her. Still, he was the root of all of her problems, he was the source. If you demolish the source, you demolish the problem. Correct?

However she would achieve this, she knew the chances of her father being where she left him were slim, but it was the only trail she had. Her bags were packed, or at least the one bag with two changes of clothes (though they all shared the same fashion, black and white) and tons of testing kits. She had everything from testing pH levels in water to testing blood for drugs that could be injected in her system while she wasn't looking. She was ready to venture out to the world she had left behind, to find answers and hopefully solutions to the world she had come to know as reality. Maybe it did not have to be so frightening, maybe she could change things, maybe she did not have to be so miserable.

The walk downtown would be far, but catching a cab was no more fun, they were always freaks, freaks that would try to kidnap her and take her away. Though larger forms of transportation, like buses and subways, were much worse, there were twenty times more people, twenty times more of a chance she would have an attack and go crazy. A cab was the best idea, so long as she kept an eye on the driver and he did not no anything crazy that would make her regret killing the cab driver while the car was in drive.Waving her hand out, most cab drivers ignored her, something about not picking up a woman in a face mask told them to keep driving.

After about fifteen minutes of waving her hand around, a cab driver stopped for her, pulling over to the curb to pick her up. Little did she know, he was a mutant, which was the only reason why he picked her up, hoping she was a mutant. She told him the dreaded address that only served her memory by burning a giant hole in any happiness she was supposed to experience as a child. He nodded and pulled out of the curb area, making his way towards the slums she had asked for. As she approached the slums, getting closer and closer, she could feel her heart jump into her throat, reminding her why she never wished to return. It would be a quick job if he still lived where they all had lived together, but even if she needed to do a bit more work to find him, she would dedicate the time. After all...he was family...