DISCLAIMER FOR WHOLE STORY: I don't own anything in this story except for my character, Bell.
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Markings
The mansion was uncommonly quiet Thursday. But that was understandable, considering what happened that day one year ago. The weather reflected the house's mood, pouring rain and thundering. Lots of things had happened since the fall of Apocalypse. The main was that all three groups- the acolytes, the brotherhood, and the X-men- had formed into one. Considering the facts that the X-men were the technical winners and they had the most stable financial situation, everyone moved to their place and retained their name. Some loners, such as Sabtertooth, kept to themselves but most moved to the mansion.
Logan was staring out the window, watching the clouds roll by. All the training sessions for the day had been cancelled and he was getting restless. But it wasn't just that and the weather that was making him uneasy. He had a gut feeling that something bad was going to happen. He'd had that feeling for a while but the more he dismissed it, the stronger it was. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a sharp knock was heard at the front doors. Grumbling, he walked into the foyer. He opened the door to the right and, standing in front of him, was a shadowed, slender figure. A shiver went up his spine as a lightning flash lit up her face, revealing large and triangular talon-like marks over both her eyes. She wore a brown trench coat buttoned down the front.
"Who are you?" He asked gruffly.
She blinked, "I have no name. But you may know me as the daughter of Apocalypse."
Logan stood straight and still, but you could have knocked him down with a feather from the shocked state he was in. His eyes were wide and he tried to find his voice.
"APOCALYPSE!?" He said a little too loudly. Soon the foyer was filled with people, all trying to see past Logan. The girl walked foreword, and Logan stepped to the side. She stopped once she was in the center of the room. In the light, he could see she had long, straight, purple hair that stopped at her waist. The markings on her face and the irises of her eyes were also the same shade of dark purple. She wore no shoes, and purple stripes went down the front of her les, stopping at the tops of her feet. The sleeves of the trench stopped at her wrists, and purple stripes stopped at the center of the backs of her hand. She scanned the crowd, her blank stare never changing.
"I know all of you." She stated, with a sense of knowledge in her voice. "Logan, Lance, Fred, Raven, Eric, Piotr, Hank, Scott, Jean, Kurt, Ororo, Kitty, Ray, Samuel, Bobby, Amara, Jamie, Roberto, Pietro, Wanda, Todd, John, Remy." She paused once her gaze fell upon a certain female southerner with white streaks in her hair, "Rogue." Her gaze intensified, 'Marie'. Rogue's eyes widened.
"You are the reason I am alive." She said, and then turned her eyes back to the others. "When you sent Apocalypse to another time, almost all his energy was drained. So much was driven out with such force, that it created a new life. I know all that has happened and, day by day, I see what is to come. I have wandered all around the world for the past year. Recently, I was shown a vision that said I was to come to the institute. So here I am." There was silence, for no one knew what to say. The daughter of Apocalypse?
"How do you know all our names?" Asked Amara.
The girl turned toward Amara, "Rogue absorbed each one of you when she was being controlled by Mesmero. These psyches gave Apocalypse his energy. That energy is what created me. I am a part of each and every one of you."
"So you have all our powers?" Asked Scott.
She shook her head, "No. I was created using the life force energy primarily, but the powers combined to give me three: I can see the events that have come and will come, I can life tangible objects, and I can speak to you through your thoughts. And, no, I cannot read your thoughts unless they are directed towards me."
"Well, that was quite an introduction." Said a voice. The crowd parted as a bald man wheeled over to her.
"Professor Xavier." She stated, nodding her head towards him respectively.
He nodded back, "Do you have a name?"
She shook her head, "Not yet, but I have a feeling that I will find one soon."
"Very well. For now shall we call you…Ally?" She nodded. "Okay, Ally it is. We are delighted to have you here. Ororo, would you please lead her to a room?" Ororo nodded her head, and she and Ally left towards the sleeping chambers while every one else went back to what they were doing.
Storm opened the door to a room with a double bed, desk, and dresser.
"The showers are down the hall to the right." Ororo informed her, "Do you have any other clothes?"
"The only item I own is this trench coat."
Ororo shook her head, "We'll have to do something about that. For now, I will see if Kitty will let you borrow some of her clothes. How old are you dear?" As soon as she had said the words, she realized how stupid a question it was. But before she could say anything, Ally answered her.
"As of today, I have been on this earth for one year. But, as in bodily maturity, I am fourteen." Ororo was surprised at the fact that she could pin-point that, but just nodded her head.
"Thank-you, will you be fine for tonight, Ally? I can get you some clothes by tomorrow at the least." Ally nodded. "Very well. Goodnight, Ally."
After Ororo left, Ally looked towards the light switch. It flipped and the room darkened, leaving the moon light that seeped from the balcony window. Ally unbuttoned her trench coat and it fell from her. The moon light illuminated her figure, darkening the purple markings that cascaded down her body. The trench coat laid itself on her dresser. As she walked over to the bed, the covers pulled back for her. She laid her head on the pillow, the covers tucked in around her, and she was soon sound asleep.
