Somewhere, Kayla dimly recollected that it was a good idea to stick her head between her knees. Bring it down a little so the blood didn't have to pump as hard. She tried her best to just block everything out, to just not deal with things that she had no capability of dealing with right now.

The problem was that as the dull edge of shock faded slightly, her awareness of the magnitude of what she'd done became bigger and bigger.

Once upon a time, she could have relied on faith, on something far greater than she could ever be. On a living family, but she'd lost all that.

Due to her mutation.

The same mutation that was causing all the chaos around them.