She had been at this facility for exactly one month to the day. With no clocks or windows in her cell, noting the time and how long she'd been here had been tricky, but like clock work the humans in the masks would bring her three meals a day, and that was how she had been keeping time. When she had first got here she had been rather combative, and thus spent most of her days in a haze of sedative drugs, or strapped down to a medical bed. After about a week she stopped fighting and began her silent protest. By the third week she was starting to lose hope, and wondered what the rest of her life in a prison would be like. 

When the electricity went out and her abilities started working again the first thing she did was listen to any and every mind she could hear. Information was key, as she couldn't teleport because she had no clue where she was. Hell for all she knew she was in the north pole, and teleporting back to Detroit would kill her. She heard bits and pieces of the peoples thoughts around her, The panic and confusion was evident in everyone's mind. She quickly teleported into the hall in front of her cell door, after she was sure no one out there was the enemy, in fact they were all like her, prisoners deviants.

The chaos quickly turned into bodies dropping, as the once dozen or so fellow Deviants became only eight left alive. Alisha stood pressing her back against the wall, trying to make her self a smaller target. A boy with red hair dropped in front of her, dying from a bullet to the neck, he bleed out quickly as he stared up at her, his eyes glazed over as he died. This scene would most likely haunt her for years to come, if she got out of here alive. She could telepathically hear the few other Deviants giving commands, and information on how to get out of this place, the map was helpful, and she was ready to get the hell out of here. 

Grabbing a hysterically crying guy who had been cradling the body of what seemed to be his dead twin, Alisha followed the others lead and teleported to the stairwell that lead out of the place with him in tow. With the electricity still out most of the rooms and corridors around were pitch black, the only light coming in from the slit like windows. But even in the dim light Alisha noticed that the white hospital scrubs that she and many of the others were wearing all had some amount of blood on it, others were more or less drenched in it. She let got of the crying guy, who limply and pathetically plopped down onto the ground to continue sobbing, and not helping himself. [color=bc8dbf][i]"Get it together. Survive."[/i][/color] She said to him, but also to herself, and anyone listening.

The door at the end of the stairwell and corridor, was the one that would lead to freedom. It was super locked and made of heavy steel and titanium. But with three of her strongest and huge telekinetic blasts, Alisha managed to bust it open, and light from the outside shown in.