Disclaimer: If I owned it, I would be rich and happy and this would be a comic book not a fanfiction.
A/N: I haven't been able to see much of X-Men: Evolution due to the fact that my TV doesn't get WB any more for some weird reason. We'll just pretend this is before the whole Apocalypse thing, at best.
Firebirth - Chapter One
A woman in a faded gray dress and a light brown leather jacket sat at the back of Bayville's main coffee shop, Sugar Brown. Even though it was winter, and even though the sun was hidden behind a group of clouds, and even though she was inside, she wore a pair of red tinted sunglasses. This and the walking cane next to her pointed to the fact that she was blind. Her brown hair with streaks of gray was pulled into a bun, some of the hair falling out and onto her shoulders. In her hands she held a blue ceramic coffee mug, wisps of steam lifting up from it. In it was Tai tea, with just the right amount of honey and sugar to the woman's taste. But not a single drop of it was touched. She looked out the window, perhaps in a daze.
"Irene," said a voice near her. She did not look up. She would not be able to see who it was; that and she knew who it was already, just by the voice.
"Raven," said the woman whose name was Irene Alder; better known as Destiny.
Raven Darkmöle, a woman better known as Mystique to some, sat across from the blind woman.
"You're getting old," Raven noted, looking at the thin strands of gray in Irene's hair.
"So are you," said Irene, facing Raven even though there was nothing there for her to see, "but you are able to cover it up better then I." As she said this, Irene let a smile slide over her face like a glove would slip onto someone's hand.
Raven leaned back into her chair and flashed her own pearly white teeth in a smile.
"How do you look?" Irene asked suddenly, setting the cup on a small oak coffee table between the two women.
Raven was a little taken aback by the question, and there was a pause. Finally, she spoke.
"Like I used to," she said finally.
In fact, Curly brown hair fell over her shoulders. Her skin was creamy and smooth, and her eyes seemed an odd combination of brown and yellow.
"Ah," said Destiny, "you mean how you looked like when you were, say, a princess?"
Raven chuckled bitterly.
"A princess," she said. "Something like that." Raven looked up at Irene.
"But that's all gone now, isn't it?" she asked, almost snidely.
"Something big is coming," said Irene, ignoring Raven's question and the bitterness in it.
"Oh?" asked Raven.
"I fear for our little rouge child," said Irene. Raven's face showed a bit of discomfort before she let a mask slide over her face that betrayed no emotion. She didn't have to do it. Irene couldn't have seen it anyway; she only felt emotions from people.
"What's going to happen?" asked Raven, trying to keep the curiosity and fear and worry all mixed together out of her voice.
It didn't work.
Irene pulled out a book from her jacket. It was made of discolored brown black leather, and had the words "Destiny's Diary: Volume Seven" inscribed on it. She handed it to Raven who took it tenderly in hand. Raven rubbed some of the dust off of it with a yellow-nailed hand.
"One of your volumes of the future?" Raven asked. She didn't need an answer. She looked up to Irene, trying to figure out why she was giving the book to her.
"I want you to give this to Rouge, as she goes by," Irene said, as if reading the other woman's mind.
"How am I supposed to that?" Raven asked, frustration in her voice. "That child trusts me as far as she can throw me." Irene chuckled at the old cliché saying.
"If there's a will, there's a way," Irene said, using an old cliché saying of her own. Raven sighed, and put the book into a denim Von Dutch purse she was carrying, and then stood.
"I suspect this meeting is over?" Raven asked.
"Indeed," said Irene, smiling a good bye to her old friend.
A/N: Done for now!!! I guess this is more of a defult chapter then a chapter one, but oh well. ;;; Please tell me what you think!
A/N: I haven't been able to see much of X-Men: Evolution due to the fact that my TV doesn't get WB any more for some weird reason. We'll just pretend this is before the whole Apocalypse thing, at best.
Firebirth - Chapter One
A woman in a faded gray dress and a light brown leather jacket sat at the back of Bayville's main coffee shop, Sugar Brown. Even though it was winter, and even though the sun was hidden behind a group of clouds, and even though she was inside, she wore a pair of red tinted sunglasses. This and the walking cane next to her pointed to the fact that she was blind. Her brown hair with streaks of gray was pulled into a bun, some of the hair falling out and onto her shoulders. In her hands she held a blue ceramic coffee mug, wisps of steam lifting up from it. In it was Tai tea, with just the right amount of honey and sugar to the woman's taste. But not a single drop of it was touched. She looked out the window, perhaps in a daze.
"Irene," said a voice near her. She did not look up. She would not be able to see who it was; that and she knew who it was already, just by the voice.
"Raven," said the woman whose name was Irene Alder; better known as Destiny.
Raven Darkmöle, a woman better known as Mystique to some, sat across from the blind woman.
"You're getting old," Raven noted, looking at the thin strands of gray in Irene's hair.
"So are you," said Irene, facing Raven even though there was nothing there for her to see, "but you are able to cover it up better then I." As she said this, Irene let a smile slide over her face like a glove would slip onto someone's hand.
Raven leaned back into her chair and flashed her own pearly white teeth in a smile.
"How do you look?" Irene asked suddenly, setting the cup on a small oak coffee table between the two women.
Raven was a little taken aback by the question, and there was a pause. Finally, she spoke.
"Like I used to," she said finally.
In fact, Curly brown hair fell over her shoulders. Her skin was creamy and smooth, and her eyes seemed an odd combination of brown and yellow.
"Ah," said Destiny, "you mean how you looked like when you were, say, a princess?"
Raven chuckled bitterly.
"A princess," she said. "Something like that." Raven looked up at Irene.
"But that's all gone now, isn't it?" she asked, almost snidely.
"Something big is coming," said Irene, ignoring Raven's question and the bitterness in it.
"Oh?" asked Raven.
"I fear for our little rouge child," said Irene. Raven's face showed a bit of discomfort before she let a mask slide over her face that betrayed no emotion. She didn't have to do it. Irene couldn't have seen it anyway; she only felt emotions from people.
"What's going to happen?" asked Raven, trying to keep the curiosity and fear and worry all mixed together out of her voice.
It didn't work.
Irene pulled out a book from her jacket. It was made of discolored brown black leather, and had the words "Destiny's Diary: Volume Seven" inscribed on it. She handed it to Raven who took it tenderly in hand. Raven rubbed some of the dust off of it with a yellow-nailed hand.
"One of your volumes of the future?" Raven asked. She didn't need an answer. She looked up to Irene, trying to figure out why she was giving the book to her.
"I want you to give this to Rouge, as she goes by," Irene said, as if reading the other woman's mind.
"How am I supposed to that?" Raven asked, frustration in her voice. "That child trusts me as far as she can throw me." Irene chuckled at the old cliché saying.
"If there's a will, there's a way," Irene said, using an old cliché saying of her own. Raven sighed, and put the book into a denim Von Dutch purse she was carrying, and then stood.
"I suspect this meeting is over?" Raven asked.
"Indeed," said Irene, smiling a good bye to her old friend.
A/N: Done for now!!! I guess this is more of a defult chapter then a chapter one, but oh well. ;;; Please tell me what you think!