Angel "Sin" Sawyer

[Angel "Sin" Sawyer]

Angel Reagan Sawyer
Sin

Well, hello there. My name is Charles Xavier, and who might you be?
Good morning Professor. I'm Angel Sawyer, thank you for having me.

It’s very nice to meet you. Welcome to the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself?
Well, I guess I'm pretty average. I lived with my parents, though Dad works a lot and I have two brothers. I think I... I think I am just gonna speak more normal from now on. I've been on a lot of interviews and I'm kinda sick of it. Is that okay?

I live with my mom and dad. Dad works a lot though, so it's mainly just me and her. My brothers both live with their mom and they're both older than me so we don't really get to talk too much.

If you wanna know about me? ...Not sure. I'm a big geek and I like writing and drawing and telling stories. I love music, cooking, my friends. ... I'm not really good at describing myself without using some character from some movie or something as reference.

I don't really like heights, thunder or people touching me - that's why I cut off my hair, people would just reach out and touch me like "Oooh, so pretty" and I'd have this look on my face like 'Bitch, I don't even kn-' ....Sorry. Anyway, I guess I get more like that when I don't know a person. Allegedly I'm really touchy with my friends, hugs and stuff like that.

I guess that's it.

Over the years, we have striven to make this a safe haven for mutants everywhere. You are no exception. But you have exceptional powers, don’t you? Why don’t you tell me what it is you can do?
Well, according to this one specialist my mom took me after she found out I was an "M" - no, seriously. That's what she called it, like people wouldn't be able to figure it out. ...Anyway, I saw this specialist and the way she explained it was that I would compartmentalize emotion. I would react the way I thought people would expect me to react, but underneath I would still feel things.

So, when I focus - or in case of the first instance get stressed enough- I can use the emotional...energy, I guess and use it on other people. Touch seems to make it work better in general and I guess since I'm so touchy with my friends, I can avoid hurting or manipulating them. I call it "Emotion Weaponization". I know, makes it sound cooler than it is...

Something I never got though. My specialist - she said it was impressive that I didn't throw off her empathy when we first met, considering how strongly I feel things. One day when she stepped out to do something, I snuck a look at her notes. They said that her first guess was that I was an empath at some point, but because of some traumatic event I had warped it into something that could protect me from others and defend myself.

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My, that is something! I think you’ll do just fine here. Some of our students like to give themselves “code names,” Do you have one in mind?
If I had to pick one for myself, it would be Sin. Mainly because I don't really like to force people to do things - I never really bothered to see if I could. Instead, I ..suggest things, like the kind of stuff that they would probably already think and let them make their own choices.

I mean, when I really get going it's not really hard. People just tend to say things if they think they can trust you.

Christ, that makes me sound like a sociopath. I'll put it to you this way - I like and trust my friends and I would hope they felt the same towards me. But for whatever reason, I guess because I come off so bubbly and friendly, people in general tend to think of me as harmless.

So in a way I guess, Sin is perfect for me. I don't think anyone who commited a major sin thought they were sinning, it was just something they felt like they needed or had to do. Pardon me if I sound cocky, but at my best I'd like to think I'm similarly subversive.

Rolls of the tongue better than 'Tempation' or something else, right?

When did your mutant abilities manifest? What happened, and how did your family take the news?
Seriously?!

You think I believe you don't know this already? You have a school that houses student's that are the textbook definition of a tykebomb. No offense Sir, but I come from a military family - I can spot a phony establishment a mile away.

Not to say I think you're phony, but I know that this school isn't just for 'gifted students'. I mean, come on! You asked me about having a codename. For a "boarding school".

...But it you want to hear it from the horse's mouth fine.

The first possible instance of me using my powers was when I was about 10 when my mother choked me. I had gotten in trouble for cutting class. In truth, it was the middle of winter and I had missed the bus because I couldn't navigate the ice and snow fast enough. She thought I was lying - I wasn't so I started lying to try and tell her something to appease her. She moved like she was going to hit me, so I raised my hands to cover my face and I guess she was angry enough to take that as a threat and she choked me.

When she had let me go, the room went cold. She yelled at me, but it was more like she was trying to wind herself up. I mostly just cried and stared at her. I remember just feeling so tired and not wanting to ever deal with anything. She commanded me to my room and she went to hers. I think she called me or something, I don't know I just went to bed.

Looking back, my reaction was almost funny in a really perverse , black humor way. I was so scared, I hadn't realized she was choking me until I couldn't breathe to cry.

Well, my school realized something was amiss because I started doing really poorly in school and more importantly I was terrified of going home. The second instance of me using my powers what after some questions, some pictures and DHS was sent to my house. Before she arrived my mother had explained that if I would have told them the truth that she could possibly go to jail, or they might take me away from my parents.

Understandably, I freaked right the hell out. I didn't want to leave my dad and I didn't want to leave my friends and I guess I felt like I didn't want my mother to leave because I was 10 and I thought I was supposed to love my mother and if I agree with her it would make her stop yelling at me.

But I digress. The second suspected use of my powers more or less hinges on a fact that I as a 10 year old managed to convince a grown DHS worker, with photographic evidence of a physical beating that left marks to leave me in the care of my mother.

.....

That's really fucked. I'm sorry for the language but it is. I don't even remember what I said I just remember clinging to the woman for dear life and crying my eyes out.

Finally, the actual use of my powers. When I was in middle school I had gotten into a fight with a boy who had tormented me for the better part of the school year. Now, I should clarify here that it's wasn't much of a fight. After a bunch of merciless teasing I had told him that I was going to tell my father that he had been messing with me.

He in turn said that because no one had ever really seen my father, I was obviously lying. I remember looking at him and wanting to punish him because he had said something he shouldn't have. Next thing I remember, I was being hoisted off by my much larger friend.

The next day, he didn't show up for school and my friends were cooing over how they couldn't believe I knew how to fight like that. I told them I couldn't remember, so they gave me a play by play. I eventually asked other kids who were on the bus, apparently what they saw was me leap over and pushing him so hard he hit his head on the side of the bus. He tried to push me off, telling me that he was sorry. I apparently said that I didn't care and I would make sure he was sorry and meant it. He was left with a black eye, scratches, a footprint shaped bruise on his shoulder.

Since it had happened on the school bus right by where my home was, I never really got in trouble for it. The school knew he was something of a bully and I had complained of him before. More importantly, I'm sure they think my friends beat him up later because I had been really scrawny at the time - I was barely over 5' and I had been teetering around 90 lbs for most of the year.

I talked to him myself when he came came back to school. He said that the fight wasn't so bad itself, but when I had touched him, it was like he could feel how angry I was. I'm pretty sure I called him an idiot but he insisted that it wasn't like a normal fight.

When he said it felt like I was burning my anger into him, like it was setting him on fire - that's when I knew. I went home and waited for when my dad got off work. I told him what happened with the fight and I pleaded with him to let me stay until I finished middle school. I promised to control myself, so I could say goodbye to my friends.

My father convinced my mom let me stay for a while and he started teaching me about meditation and how to adapt to having powers, which confirmed my suspicions about him being a mutant too, although he never told me what his was. I don't think he ever told anyone. The meditating helped, but around when I was 15, I had become really depressed. I had told him and we talked more often.

I remember the look on his face when I told him that I wasn't sure of who I was or what I wanted. He didn't make a face, but I looked into his eyes and I saw panic.

Finally, one day he came home with a brochure for this lovely learning establishment. And so here we are.

I see. These experiences help shape us and our future actions. This school has the chance to be a new beginning for all who enter here. Some students go on to become members of a team known as “X Men,” some go on to become teachers, guiding the next generation of mutants and others still filter back into normal society to pursue more “conventional” careers. How do you see your own future? We all have aspirations.

Well this whole 'having freedom' thing is new. It's nice to not always have to keep another person's reactions in mind when I decide to do something. All I know is that I don't want to be 'normal' ever again.

Maybe if I haven't ruined your opinion of me, I could be an X-Man? Or maybe a counselor? I don't think I could teach a class, but sometimes talking one on one can help.

We’ll see how you feel when it comes to that. I’ll have one of the advisors show you to your new room. I hope you’ll be very happy here.
I hope so too. ...Thank you for listening Professor.