A/N: Take the time to read it, it's intriguing! (Or so I hope)
Chapter One: A Whirlwind of Change
The setting sun tinted the back of the high school pink and washed the green field that was fenced in from the golden plain with the after rays of the sun. There was nothing but stillness in the air, not the whistle of the wind or the chirps of any birds. The weather was cooling from the scorching heat of summer that had been re-laced with returning to school, to the rut of doing the same thing day after day. I hate it! I hate this... this life that's suppose to belong to me. Once it got dark I was going to fly away from here and hopefully take myself too high to breath and be able to join the stars that dotted the night sky making the plain black pure beauty. I could really fly away too, cause I'm a mutant. I control wind currents from a gentle breeze to a raging tornado. Riding wind currents is something else I can do, and that's how I plan to get out of here.
Most might think I'm being drastic, but my mother had left me taking my older brother, Dominic, when I was five leaving me with my father. I was taken away from him by child services and since they couldn't find my mother I was put in a foster home and that's where I've been. They're nice people, loving people, but people who don't understand me. I was close to my brother, I loved him, I looked up to him, and my role model was taken away. It's not for my past I cry at night, it's for him cause I lost him, like the sky looses the stars at night. Except he won't be coming back.
From my pocket I drew a picture, my only picture, his first grade school picture. He hadn't known it was picture day, or he would've dressed nicer. Mom and Dad didn't care how we looked. His dark chocolate brown hair is sticking all over the place, he has a goofy smile on his face, and his dark brown eyes are shining as if right at me. I remember his smile the most, he couldn't fake a smile and each one of his was genuine and I loved him as much as a little sister can love her big brother. Time to say goodbye.
A wind stirred at my command, I held my hand out holding the picture tightly and it whipped from the force. I was telling my hand to let go but my body wouldn't comply and I stood there for five minutes gathering up the courage to let something go. Slowly my fingers loosened their hold and the wind carried it off into the field. It twisted and flipped across the waves of golden grass and I turned away, the wind stopping and my eyes `defogged'. Whenever I used my powers a white frost glazed over my eyes sometimes if I use enough to the point they're pure white. It causes strain on my eyes like crossing them does except five times as bad.
I turned to walk to the middle of the football field for no reason, the sprinklers having soaked the grass the ground was spongy and with each step drew water from the soil's depth. The sun was setting so slowly! I wanted to be able to fly off and to who knows where but if I didn't wait there were so many possibilities, for all I knew I'd be shot out of the sky!
"Are you sure you don't want to take this with you?" I turned to the voice to see Alice, my foster mother, holding the picture I'd just blown off. They were ashamed of my powers and didn't seem to understand how crucial it was for me to gain control over them, being able to create a hurricane with gaining nothing but a headache or sore eyes was a pretty dangerous thing. Winds if they were fast enough could send a piece of straw through a brick wall I'd been told. I'd never been able to get the wind strong enough.
"No, I don't. As you say I have to let go of my past and move on." I paused and turned back around unaware of `Alice' changing form behind me. "I'll be out of your guy's way soon so you can continue raising the normal foster kids since I'm nothing but a shame, an out cast, a freak... a mutant."
"Ah, but you're so much more." I spun to the new voice and faced a lady with blue skin, red hair, and yellow eyes. She was smiling coyly at me and I couldn't help put shutter. "You are a mutant, but so much more. You control the winds and they can do much. Tornadoes, hurricanes, so much can be done with your power. Off shore tornadoes can create twisters of water, trees can be torn from their roots, all this power is yours." She looked at me with eyes that resembled a feline studying it's prey and I immediately went to a defensive state.
"Who are you?" I asked stepping back and a breeze began to cyclone around me in my nervousness. "What do you want?"
"I am a friend to all mutants and I want to help you, Cami."
"I don't want your help." I store at her with dark chocolate brown eyes that started to glaze over and my shoulder length, light brown hair started to whip in the wind as it picked up. "I can take care of myself!"
"That's what your brother thought too."
I froze. Dominic was out there somewhere, alive and well not gone like the stars at day only never to return?
"But he ended up needing my help, to help him gain control, I found a little picture of you in his room." She held out in her free hand a picture, crumpled and worn, of me on one of those few winter days I'd enjoyed. We had been sledding and me, being the child I was, insisted on having my hot chocolate outside. My nose and ears were red but I looked happy and content. I forgot what feeling like that was like. "I told him I'd try my hardest to find you and it took a lot of searching. Please, Cami, come with me, you can live with your brother and others with abilities and I'll not bother you for a long time."
It was turning into a pretty good deal. I felt like I was being recruited and was wondering what she'd bother me about but I didn't ask. I wanted to be with my brother again. I know it'd been years but if he was looking for me and this blue lady would help bring us back together I was willing to do it If worst came to worst I could run, there was never ever anything holding me down.
"Take me to him," was all I said that would seal my fate.
"Certainly, but please don't tell him about me coming to find you, he wanted so much to find you himself so I would appreciate if you didn't say anything." She put an arm around my shoulders and I didn't like her smile like she'd just won the jackpot at the track. "I see I caught you when you were ready to leave," she placed the picture back in my hand, "I've made arrangements for you to fly to Bayville where your new home will be with me in my private jet."
"Private jet?" I asked blinking.
"Oh yes, I'll be getting off in Pennsylvania put you'll be taken all the way to New York where I'll make arrangements for you to be taken to the new boarding house. Come with me now," she let go of me and started to walk off the field shifting to a woman with long wavy red hair and fair skin. Suddenly she looked to be in her mid to late twenties. "You like?" She sounded more chipper and younger as she turned. "You'd be surprised how many rich men are interested in a woman half their age. Just have to know where to look."
So she had married into money, but I couldn't help but wonder what she'd call on me for the future. I followed her anyway as the sun began to give way to the dark unknowingly recruiting myself into a maturing war.
~
"Irene?" I looked through the curtain that separated the back of the plane from the passenger area where Whirlwind sat doodling on a note pad. "Yes, Cami Petro is here with me, her powers are a fine addition to our little team if we cannot find a home for both her and Avalanche."
"Raven," Irene said on the other end of the phone, "I doubt either will want to go into another foster home together or not. Perhaps it is time to tell your four little misfits about what you're doing."
"No, Irene, I can't. You are doing a wonderful job watching and guiding the eight who've stayed with us, but Lance, Pietro, Todd, and Fred are not ones to take up charity. As Risty I keep asking them how they are doing and they won't answer." She would never admit that she was worried and cared for those misfit delinquents. "I'm hoping Cami will clue me into how they are doing."
"You've been spending too much time as a teen, Raven."
"Don't I know it, how are the eight doing?" She looked out the window as she asked. She had started a little known adoption agency for mutants and personally made sure each young mutant she found that had been abandoned got a good home. Eight had wanted to stay and help and Irene looked after them, amazingly the woman was still a live living with TNT, Techno, Electro, Regulator, Mimic, Pixie, Chameleon, and Ivy. They were much more behaved than the ones Mystique had taken care of when she was still in an alliance with Magneto, but helping them get better control of their powers had taken a lot of time and patience and house repair.
"They're doing well, Keith is having some difficulty at school, he punched another boy out who'd made fun of his gloves. That boy is so rebellious it's still hard getting to understand that he can't just go around electrocuting people." There was a pause. "Oh, and Jordan made the basketball team, I'm not sure if he's influencing the ball with his power, but it makes him happy and keeps him out of trouble. Angela's boyfriend broke up with her. Lily and Makenzie are trying to comfort her while Jewels opinion is get over it, so things are pretty much the same."
"Sounds like you're doing well, I have a feeling that you should relocate to Bayville soon. That's when I'll tell Lance and the others, I promise Irene."
"I'll let you go now, you should talk with Cami and I have to go settle a dispute about exploding homework."
"I'll let you go and not ask, good bye, Irene." Mystique hung up the phone and walked to her seat next to the young mutant. The sixteen-year-old was looking contently out the window and Mystique couldn't help but smile when she saw what the girl was doing. Dark brown eyes were glazed over in concentration and through the window the clouds moved an obvious wind slicing through the fluff to create patterns. "You've got pretty fair control of your powers, Cami."
"It ain't anything," Cami replied blinking out of her state and the cloud cutting breeze stopped. "Been doing it since I was eleven, and whenever I got irritated the wind started to pick up. It was a while till I realized it wasn't just an odd coincidence."
"I'd like you to tell me how your brother and the others are living, Cami, I haven't been around, but trust me it's for their own good, and have money if they need it and even a house." She'd been using it as `Risty's House', but Risty could always go away, she didn't really like being her anyway. Reliving her teen years was not something she wanted to do.
"I'm a little, ok a lot, confused about all this. You don't want them to know you're around and yet you're still taking care of them?"
"Not really, I needed time to figure things out and I'm not sure if they're ready for me back."
"Aw, taken it slow." She suddenly pressed the button that dropped the back of her seat stretching her arms and putting the hood of her royal blood sweatshirt up so it cast a shadow on her face. "I'm gonna take a nap, could ya wake me before you get off?"
"Of course, Whirlwind."
"And one more think, why are you calling me Whirlwind?"
"It describes your power, doesn't it?" I simply replied. She pondered it a moment then shrugged closing her eyes and drifting to sleep.
~~A/N: Yes, I know what you all are thinking because I am psychic (no really, I am) where the heck did Lance get a little sister from? Well, I have the story and just need to type it up, I'm gonna say if I get six people wanting me to continue, or I damn well please to, you'll know the story and yes, it does make sense. So here are the questions future chapters will answer: What is Mystique up to? Who are these new eight? Where the hell did Lance get a little sister? And Has Neko finally lost it?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original mutants.
Chapter One: A Whirlwind of Change
The setting sun tinted the back of the high school pink and washed the green field that was fenced in from the golden plain with the after rays of the sun. There was nothing but stillness in the air, not the whistle of the wind or the chirps of any birds. The weather was cooling from the scorching heat of summer that had been re-laced with returning to school, to the rut of doing the same thing day after day. I hate it! I hate this... this life that's suppose to belong to me. Once it got dark I was going to fly away from here and hopefully take myself too high to breath and be able to join the stars that dotted the night sky making the plain black pure beauty. I could really fly away too, cause I'm a mutant. I control wind currents from a gentle breeze to a raging tornado. Riding wind currents is something else I can do, and that's how I plan to get out of here.
Most might think I'm being drastic, but my mother had left me taking my older brother, Dominic, when I was five leaving me with my father. I was taken away from him by child services and since they couldn't find my mother I was put in a foster home and that's where I've been. They're nice people, loving people, but people who don't understand me. I was close to my brother, I loved him, I looked up to him, and my role model was taken away. It's not for my past I cry at night, it's for him cause I lost him, like the sky looses the stars at night. Except he won't be coming back.
From my pocket I drew a picture, my only picture, his first grade school picture. He hadn't known it was picture day, or he would've dressed nicer. Mom and Dad didn't care how we looked. His dark chocolate brown hair is sticking all over the place, he has a goofy smile on his face, and his dark brown eyes are shining as if right at me. I remember his smile the most, he couldn't fake a smile and each one of his was genuine and I loved him as much as a little sister can love her big brother. Time to say goodbye.
A wind stirred at my command, I held my hand out holding the picture tightly and it whipped from the force. I was telling my hand to let go but my body wouldn't comply and I stood there for five minutes gathering up the courage to let something go. Slowly my fingers loosened their hold and the wind carried it off into the field. It twisted and flipped across the waves of golden grass and I turned away, the wind stopping and my eyes `defogged'. Whenever I used my powers a white frost glazed over my eyes sometimes if I use enough to the point they're pure white. It causes strain on my eyes like crossing them does except five times as bad.
I turned to walk to the middle of the football field for no reason, the sprinklers having soaked the grass the ground was spongy and with each step drew water from the soil's depth. The sun was setting so slowly! I wanted to be able to fly off and to who knows where but if I didn't wait there were so many possibilities, for all I knew I'd be shot out of the sky!
"Are you sure you don't want to take this with you?" I turned to the voice to see Alice, my foster mother, holding the picture I'd just blown off. They were ashamed of my powers and didn't seem to understand how crucial it was for me to gain control over them, being able to create a hurricane with gaining nothing but a headache or sore eyes was a pretty dangerous thing. Winds if they were fast enough could send a piece of straw through a brick wall I'd been told. I'd never been able to get the wind strong enough.
"No, I don't. As you say I have to let go of my past and move on." I paused and turned back around unaware of `Alice' changing form behind me. "I'll be out of your guy's way soon so you can continue raising the normal foster kids since I'm nothing but a shame, an out cast, a freak... a mutant."
"Ah, but you're so much more." I spun to the new voice and faced a lady with blue skin, red hair, and yellow eyes. She was smiling coyly at me and I couldn't help put shutter. "You are a mutant, but so much more. You control the winds and they can do much. Tornadoes, hurricanes, so much can be done with your power. Off shore tornadoes can create twisters of water, trees can be torn from their roots, all this power is yours." She looked at me with eyes that resembled a feline studying it's prey and I immediately went to a defensive state.
"Who are you?" I asked stepping back and a breeze began to cyclone around me in my nervousness. "What do you want?"
"I am a friend to all mutants and I want to help you, Cami."
"I don't want your help." I store at her with dark chocolate brown eyes that started to glaze over and my shoulder length, light brown hair started to whip in the wind as it picked up. "I can take care of myself!"
"That's what your brother thought too."
I froze. Dominic was out there somewhere, alive and well not gone like the stars at day only never to return?
"But he ended up needing my help, to help him gain control, I found a little picture of you in his room." She held out in her free hand a picture, crumpled and worn, of me on one of those few winter days I'd enjoyed. We had been sledding and me, being the child I was, insisted on having my hot chocolate outside. My nose and ears were red but I looked happy and content. I forgot what feeling like that was like. "I told him I'd try my hardest to find you and it took a lot of searching. Please, Cami, come with me, you can live with your brother and others with abilities and I'll not bother you for a long time."
It was turning into a pretty good deal. I felt like I was being recruited and was wondering what she'd bother me about but I didn't ask. I wanted to be with my brother again. I know it'd been years but if he was looking for me and this blue lady would help bring us back together I was willing to do it If worst came to worst I could run, there was never ever anything holding me down.
"Take me to him," was all I said that would seal my fate.
"Certainly, but please don't tell him about me coming to find you, he wanted so much to find you himself so I would appreciate if you didn't say anything." She put an arm around my shoulders and I didn't like her smile like she'd just won the jackpot at the track. "I see I caught you when you were ready to leave," she placed the picture back in my hand, "I've made arrangements for you to fly to Bayville where your new home will be with me in my private jet."
"Private jet?" I asked blinking.
"Oh yes, I'll be getting off in Pennsylvania put you'll be taken all the way to New York where I'll make arrangements for you to be taken to the new boarding house. Come with me now," she let go of me and started to walk off the field shifting to a woman with long wavy red hair and fair skin. Suddenly she looked to be in her mid to late twenties. "You like?" She sounded more chipper and younger as she turned. "You'd be surprised how many rich men are interested in a woman half their age. Just have to know where to look."
So she had married into money, but I couldn't help but wonder what she'd call on me for the future. I followed her anyway as the sun began to give way to the dark unknowingly recruiting myself into a maturing war.
~
"Irene?" I looked through the curtain that separated the back of the plane from the passenger area where Whirlwind sat doodling on a note pad. "Yes, Cami Petro is here with me, her powers are a fine addition to our little team if we cannot find a home for both her and Avalanche."
"Raven," Irene said on the other end of the phone, "I doubt either will want to go into another foster home together or not. Perhaps it is time to tell your four little misfits about what you're doing."
"No, Irene, I can't. You are doing a wonderful job watching and guiding the eight who've stayed with us, but Lance, Pietro, Todd, and Fred are not ones to take up charity. As Risty I keep asking them how they are doing and they won't answer." She would never admit that she was worried and cared for those misfit delinquents. "I'm hoping Cami will clue me into how they are doing."
"You've been spending too much time as a teen, Raven."
"Don't I know it, how are the eight doing?" She looked out the window as she asked. She had started a little known adoption agency for mutants and personally made sure each young mutant she found that had been abandoned got a good home. Eight had wanted to stay and help and Irene looked after them, amazingly the woman was still a live living with TNT, Techno, Electro, Regulator, Mimic, Pixie, Chameleon, and Ivy. They were much more behaved than the ones Mystique had taken care of when she was still in an alliance with Magneto, but helping them get better control of their powers had taken a lot of time and patience and house repair.
"They're doing well, Keith is having some difficulty at school, he punched another boy out who'd made fun of his gloves. That boy is so rebellious it's still hard getting to understand that he can't just go around electrocuting people." There was a pause. "Oh, and Jordan made the basketball team, I'm not sure if he's influencing the ball with his power, but it makes him happy and keeps him out of trouble. Angela's boyfriend broke up with her. Lily and Makenzie are trying to comfort her while Jewels opinion is get over it, so things are pretty much the same."
"Sounds like you're doing well, I have a feeling that you should relocate to Bayville soon. That's when I'll tell Lance and the others, I promise Irene."
"I'll let you go now, you should talk with Cami and I have to go settle a dispute about exploding homework."
"I'll let you go and not ask, good bye, Irene." Mystique hung up the phone and walked to her seat next to the young mutant. The sixteen-year-old was looking contently out the window and Mystique couldn't help but smile when she saw what the girl was doing. Dark brown eyes were glazed over in concentration and through the window the clouds moved an obvious wind slicing through the fluff to create patterns. "You've got pretty fair control of your powers, Cami."
"It ain't anything," Cami replied blinking out of her state and the cloud cutting breeze stopped. "Been doing it since I was eleven, and whenever I got irritated the wind started to pick up. It was a while till I realized it wasn't just an odd coincidence."
"I'd like you to tell me how your brother and the others are living, Cami, I haven't been around, but trust me it's for their own good, and have money if they need it and even a house." She'd been using it as `Risty's House', but Risty could always go away, she didn't really like being her anyway. Reliving her teen years was not something she wanted to do.
"I'm a little, ok a lot, confused about all this. You don't want them to know you're around and yet you're still taking care of them?"
"Not really, I needed time to figure things out and I'm not sure if they're ready for me back."
"Aw, taken it slow." She suddenly pressed the button that dropped the back of her seat stretching her arms and putting the hood of her royal blood sweatshirt up so it cast a shadow on her face. "I'm gonna take a nap, could ya wake me before you get off?"
"Of course, Whirlwind."
"And one more think, why are you calling me Whirlwind?"
"It describes your power, doesn't it?" I simply replied. She pondered it a moment then shrugged closing her eyes and drifting to sleep.
~~A/N: Yes, I know what you all are thinking because I am psychic (no really, I am) where the heck did Lance get a little sister from? Well, I have the story and just need to type it up, I'm gonna say if I get six people wanting me to continue, or I damn well please to, you'll know the story and yes, it does make sense. So here are the questions future chapters will answer: What is Mystique up to? Who are these new eight? Where the hell did Lance get a little sister? And Has Neko finally lost it?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original mutants.