Elemental

by MayDragon

When Gabrielle's anti-mutant brother discovers her powers, she is driven from her home. She is found by Magneto, who offers her a place with his Acolytes. Little does this seventeen year old know, it takes more than just powers to survive Bayville. Rated T just for violence, but it's just the usual Xmen vs. Magneto stuff.

1. Prologue

The rain poured down in sheets. Lightning flashed through the sky, illuminating the small bedroom. Laying on the bed was a girl, around sixteen, with long sandy blonde hair and golden brown eyes. Swirling through the air around her were clumps of dead leaves and pebbles. Squeezing her eyes shut, the girl flicked her fingers, and the leaves burst into flame, while the rocks contorted into numerous shapes. And all the while, swirling in a storm of yellow and orange high above her head. Then came the final test. On the small desk near her bed, there sat a glass of water. The liquid inside began to float up into the air as well, joining the growing tornado. Just then, a voice came through the door, and the handle turned.

"Gabrielle, yo' daddy-" The girl sat up as a young man entered the room, and jerked back in surprise. He just had time to see the floating lights and rocks before the entire mass fell in a puddle around the young woman. The man's eyes narrowed as the girl's filled with horror. His voice was loud and could be heard through the entire house.

"What's this? Are ya'll one o' them mutants too?" Eyes wide, Gabrielle scrambled off the bed and made a dash for the door, only to be caught by another man standing just outside. Struggling to pull away, she punched and kicked at her captor in every place she could. Finally, he dropped her, holding a hand to his ear where she had scratched him. Running down the stairs, Gabrielle had only made it down two flights when she crashed into a third man, this one with shaggy blond hair, the same color as hers.

"Julien!" she gasped, "Please no, don't send me away-" She broke off as her brother gave her a cold stare, and grabbed her wrists. Dragging her down the stairs, he opened the front door. "No, please!" she screamed at him, but he simply kept pushing her out the door.

"Julien, it's me! Please don't- Bella will-" It was no use. By the time Gabrielle had finished her shouting, she was standing ankle deep in mud, her clothes soaked, staring at a closed front door.

Little did she know, several miles away, a man in a red helmet and purple cape stood in front of a computer monitor, a smirk growing on his face. Pressing a button to open the door, he walked out, and flew south.