Live Wire

Warning: I twist the universe how I wish. If you don't like it, then write your own.

Copyright: Figment, Sparks, Wind Rider, Fangs, Live Wire, and Sam are mine. All others are copyrighted by Marvel and I'm sure others. Thanks y'all.

Note: This is based in the world of the X-men. This is mainly about a group of four mutants soon to be five. This is my first fic, so please don't kill me. Oh, I can't write accents very well, but I'll still try. Anyway . . . here we go. I changed the plot a little, its better now.

Ch. 1: We need a telepath!

 Serena sat up. She was a mutant, a very unusual one. Her ability was to sense when another mutant was approaching. Well, that was her secondary one. Her primary ability was to create illusions; her illusions were in varying degrees from intangible to full-on interactive! She was the head of a team of mutant hunters: The Elite. They weren't really mutant hunters; they just posed as them. They were really a group of mutant that tried to help their fellow freaks out.

Well, maybe team isn't the right word. In truth, the Elite was a group of women that depended on each other, much like a family. The others members were: Helen whose mutant power was to create fire and theoretically control it; Jasmine's mutant power was to fly (without the use of wings); and of course Dakota, the tough girl, who could transform herself into a wolf at will. (Her power is like Wolfsbane but not quite, you see, Wolfsbane can go halfway, Dakota can't). Based on their abilities they all chose codenames. Serena took the name Figment; Helen, the name Sparks; Jasmine became Wind Rider; Dakota was Fangs.

They lived on the streets. Well, not the streets so much as a pathetic apartment building with rats and such. They barely made ends meet and they hated it. Mutant hunting didn't pay the bills, not yet anyway. But, I'm getting ahead of myself.

Serena sensed a particularly strong mutant. One that might be able to help them out of this rut. Then again, one that might end up in the exact same rut, right along with them. Serena sensed it coming closer. It couldn't have been more than a floor or two away when suddenly it stopped. Serena was curious but too tired to investigate. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'might as well save it for the morning.'

The next morning found Serena curled up next to Jasmine. The small apartment they all shared was Spartan. With only two mattresses, Serena and Jasmine on one with Dakota and Helen on the other, the room was pretty much full. Shakily, Serena stood up and walked to their tiny kitchen along the way avoiding stepping on the mattress that Helen and Dakota slept on, lest she wake them.

            She quietly moved to the kitchen and brewed a small pot of coffee. "Is that all you're having?" came a voice behind her. Serena jumped and turned in one fluid motion.

            "Jasmine!" she whispered loudly as her friend touched down to the ground. "Don't do that!"

            "Couldn't help it. Sorry." She said with a grin. Getting serious, "I heard you talking in your sleep. What's up?"

            "I-I sensed a mutant. Right here in the apartment building. It's not around now, but last night . . . it was very close."

            "Hmm. Maybe we should investigate it. Find out if any new people came into the building recently."

            "Maybe."

Last Night

Sandy looked around her pathetic apartment. Oh yeah, this is great. She looked around herself bitterly. I can't believe I'll be living here for . . . eternity? Might as well. Damn him!

            Sandy's last boyfriend, had made her change addresses. It was like he could track her or something. Maybe a coupla state lines will stop him now.  Her ex had been a bit of a weirdo. He was tall, muscular and very blond. In fact he had had blond hair, pretty much all over him. He had been . . . animalistic almost. Yeah, she could really pick 'em. Victor Creed had been one in a million. And let's hope that I don't meet another just like him.

Logan was in the danger room. Training with the simulations with Hank watching from above. With his adamantium claws he was taking out "enemies" one after another. Not one had been able to touch him. "Turn it up a couple, Blue Boy!" he hollered up to Hank McCoy.

            Hank obliged, though a little irritated at having to tear his eyes away from a very lengthy book.

            Logan lasted five minutes, before he earned a scratch and the simulation shut off.

            "Hey! What's th' idea, Bub?"

            "You've been here for hours Logan. Go do something productive. . . like read."

            Logan snorted. "Fine . . . it was getting' borin' anyway." With that Logan turned and exited. Hank stood up and stretched; taking the book he left to find some peace (and quiet) in his room.

            No such luck.

            Sandy returned back to her apartment. There at her door was a dog.

            "Well hey there. Whatcha doin' here? You lost?" Sandy looked around. For some reason she had the feeling she was being watched. No one was around, so shrugging she patted the dog and unlocked her door.

            There balancing on a three-legged chair in front of the t.v. was Sandy's little brother Sam.

            She has family?! Why didn't Selena tell us? Unless . . . unless he's not a mutant! Why would she want to hang out with a human? All this and more ran through Fangs mind as she sat in the tiny kitchen figuring out what to do next. We really need to find a telepath!