Hannah Baxley had to put up with her mother's hatred since her power was revealed- since their father died. Now that her brother's been thrown into this mess, they have no choice but to run. But where do two underage mutants have to go? It doesn't help that they've been specifically targeted by various mutant terrorist groups. A war's brewing, and they have to choose a side. X ? This really messes up the time lines, so don't hate. Just a warning. A friendly one. READ ON!
Rating: This story is rated T for violence, language, and basically everything that describes Wolverine.
"Ma'am, I apologize for the intrusion, but-" The Professor stammered, trying his hardest not to go past the barrier of conversation into the difficult woman's mind.
"But what? If you can't do anything to cure her, I suggest you leave immediately. The door's over there," she huffed, jabbing her thumb towards the exit.
"Ms. Baxley, I assure you, it isn't your daughter we're solely interested in," he tried to keep his tone even.
"What you want my son now too?" she shook her head in exasperation.
"Your children have been the specific target of various mutant terrorists groups. It's no longer safe for them to-" he was abruptly cut off by Ms. Baxley.
"Safe? You're talking to me about safe? Hannah drew a picture of my husband's death. We didn't know when- how- where- there was absolutely nothing we could do about it. She isn't safe. I thought she was the only monster- that she would be the end but NO. No, Spencer was brought into this too! I have no children sir, and I'm a widow to top it all off," she hissed, swiping roughly at her eyes.
"You're daughter has precognitive painting abilities. With training she could unlock her true potential," the Professor went on, acting oblivious to the mother's rigid form and death glares.
Hannah and Spencer Baxley sat in awed silence, with their small foreheads pressed against the stair banister. Not even stopping to share a look, they let the truth they'd been dreading for so long sink in. Their mother had been growing increasingly distant, but when Spencer's powers began to show…
"Hannah…" Spencer's eyes glazed over, looking to his older sister for guidance.
"Come on," Hannah grabbed his hand, yanking him through their mother's bedroom. Shifting through her things, she snatched a handful of twenties. It was finally happening. Their mother was sending them away.
"Sh-should I get anything?" Spencer quivered, glancing around.
"No time," Hannah bit her lip, towing him through the back door, "We have to go now!"
The sharp autumn chill bit at them immediately, making Hannah instantly regret not packing anything.
"May I speak to your children at least?" the Professor sighed, pressing his pointer finger to his forehead.
"Fine," Mrs. Baxley narrowed her eyes, "HANNAH! SPENCER! GET DOWN HERE!"
They waited in silence for a moment, as Ms. Baxley slowly grew more impatient, "Where are they?"
The Professor's mouth fell open slightly, and his brow furrowed in concentration, "They're- they're gone."
"SPENCER? HANNAH? SPENCER BAXLEY!" she stomped up the stairs, head whipping around to locate her children, "HANNAH! HANNAH COME OUT!"
Hot tears streamed down her face, "YOU DID THIS!" she screamed, "YOU!"
"No," the Professor shook his head, "No, you did."
Cyclops stepped inside as if on cue, slowly wheeling the Professor outside. Ms. Baxley fell to her knees, sobbing quietly. Cyclops shook his head sadly, depressed by human incompetence. Rolling the Professor into the Blackbird, the Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters company jet. Storm, currently piloting the Blackbird, looked up at the twosome, noticing the evident lack of two children. A frown pursed her lips, and she focused on the scenery directly in front of her.
"We must find them," the Professor grimaced, allowing Cyclops to secure him in the blue padded chair, "Before the Brotherhood does."
"Hannah," Spencer whispered, "I'm tired an- an hungry."
"Alright," Hannah nodded, "There's a McDonald's in about seven blocks. Is that okay?"
He nodded doggedly, nearly stumbling into her with the combined weight of weariness and the early hour.
"Come here," she hefted him onto her shoulders, his scruffy chocolate hair falling into his half opened eyes. No one should have to go through this, especially at seven years old.
Being over twice his age, Hannah considered him her full responsibility, and if that meant protecting him from their mother, so be it. Readjusting him and swatting away a sweaty blonde wave, she continued her trek onward, the thought of her brother's health driving her beyond all else.
As the Blackbird erupted off the ground, Ms. Baxley ran outside, cursing the heavens themselves. Cyclops spared one glance, before tearing his gaze respectfully away. Some people are destroyed, but others destroy themselves.
So, that was chapter one. I'll keep going- but it'd be nice to have a review to know it's appreciated. I'm definitely doing something with Victor Creed, cause, he's just great in general. There'll be a lot of X-Men v. Brotherhood, and Pyro'll come in sometime, but I'm not sure on what side. This sort of takes place between X-Men Origins: Wolverine and the first X-Men. Victor Creed isn't Sabretooth yet, but he's working with Magneto. Stryker might not be in it at all, but most of his team will. So, until next chapter!