Anastasia hadn't been quite finished when the male walked over and spoke to her, the scene around them unfolding in a terribly wonderful display of pure destruction that only came with a certain amount of hate. Where he was the real perpetrator to the destruction, it was Project 13 that scarred the minds and souls of those she saw and made them question what it was to be mortal and human fore she looked just like them - but she never died. Her skin warmed as he wrapped his arms around her and she nearly looked at him as if he was a male again, though Anastasia was always one to focus first on the mission and second of the pleasure that another's touch could bring her - the feeling of life took top priority after so long of existing. It had been three hundred years at the very least, but they had lost count just as she has ceased to count though on a certain day every year they brought her a cake and a test to see if they could grow her powers more than they had the previous year. Even now she had an ability she had never shown to Zero, and didn't plan to unleash yet since she was sure the other experimental teenagers of one of the later batches of projects would be able to comprehend what kind of monster the lab coats had created.

[color=crimson]"Pie."[/color] Anastasia said the word once while they were in the air, her body held flesh against his while his arms wrapped around her body and carried her. The cold of the air froze the blood to her body and with the little clothing she wore and the hole in her dress, she did grow cold though she ignored it the best as she could. Of every other that had come to pass, Zero was the only one who dared to touch her, the others fearing if she would tear them limb from limb in a murderous rampage in response to the feeling of their touch. Even the scientists could not escape her when she really was determined. [color=crimson]"I want pie when we're done." [/color]She said again when they landed, arms around one another for the steady landing. Her feet gently touched the grass of the park and she looked down at herself carefully, wondering if she should have stolen someone's clothes before they'd moved on. With the crowd watching the magician not too far away it was clear to see that she would be spotted easily, all covered in blood that wasn't entirely her own. [color=crimson]"Find me something to wear." [/color]She whispered to Zero, moving away from him to hid in a small grove of trees where no one would see her for a time. 

She needed to change if she was going to get close enough to them to be able to do damage before causing a real panic. The other side of the city was teaming with rescue missions though it was far enough from here that no one had noticed what it was that had happened and no one bothered to go looking for them. Anastasia was an albino from birth, therefore easily recognizable in a crowd because of her lack of pigmentation and the startlingly bright red eyes that made it look as if she was looking at others through two globes of frozen blood. There had been a man waiting for them not too far away as well and it was something she wanted to avoid for now, even if many of them were really just other agents sent by the laboratory. Zero and 13 were the primary strike team, the best fighters and most offensive of the entire program; the rest of them were just backup for them. Anastasia scoffed. [i]As if they would need it.[/i]