AN: Ok so...this chapters been altered slightly since I first wrote it, mainly because people were saying Beth was too powerful...so i changed it, but other than that it's the same =D
You know that voice inside your head? The one telling you you'll never be good enough? Well, said voice was driving me. My mother.
"You're hunched over- sit up straight, nobody wants a hunchback, let alone a freak." She scolded. I rolled my eyes, and shuffled up in my seat slightly.
"These freaks better except you- don't know what I'll do with you if they don't- you know how many schools want freaks like you attending? NONE." I looked out of my window. This was normal behaviour for my mother- I didn't exactly get along with her. Though I suppose she is helping me out- my step dad wanted to burn me at the stake, and kept muttering quotes from the bible every time I passed by him.
You see, I was a mutant. I don't exactly know how to explain my powers. I suppose it's kind of like... darkness...I could control the darkness and shadows around me, alter them and change the, melt into shadows, disappear into a puff of thick black smoke and create a black smoky sort of thing that came out of my hands... also I could sort of deceive people; well, when I say that, I mean I could push them in the right direction, though only when they were making decisions. It was definitely handy when I forgot my homework and the teachers were deciding whether to believe me or not. They worked best when the person didn't have much will power.
But, of course, there was a downside. A big downside. You see, my parents aren't exactly for the mutants- hell no. In fact my step father is the head of a group that completely hates mutants and wants to kill every one of them. And my mother's right up there beside him. You see my dilemma?
I had managed to keep my power hidden until that fateful day. I had sneezed ,yes SNEEZED, and a group of about twenty black, smoky birds had come out of my nose- funny, but apparently not to my parents.
I had run up to my room and locked myself in, searching furiously on the computer, where I had managed to find a place called 'Xavier's school for gifted youngsters'. With a bit of 'persuasion' my mum and I were headed for New York where this place was supposed to be.
To my surprise, instead of a boring old boarding school, we arrived at a gigantic mansion, with a sort of island of grass that had a fountain in the middle out front. We drove round it and parked in front of the school.
A bald man in a wheel chair rolled out, accompanied by an African looking woman, with pure white hair. My mother got out of the car. I sighed, and got out also.
The bald man smiled at us.
"May I help you?" He asked, in a kind voice.
"Yeah, take the freak so I can go back to a normal life." My mum said harshly, shoving me forward, causing me to trip over and fall on the gravel. My two suitcases; one red, one purple, landed with a thud on the ground beside me.
"Love you too, mom." I ground out, angry tears threatening to slide down my cheeks.
I heard a car door slamming, and the sound of a car engine, fading into the distance.
I scowled at the floor- that bitch! Freak my ass; when I get more powerful I'm soooo gonna get revenge...
The bald man in the wheel chair looked at me for a few moments before speaking.
"Here, get up. You are staying aren't you?" He asked with a kind smile.
"But, you heard her; I'm a freak- why do you want to help me?" I asked harshly.
"You're not a freak, child, you are a mutant- just like us. Now, come, we must introduce you to the rest of us." The African woman spoke, helping me up as she did so.
"Th-Thankyou" I stammered gratefully, following her into the mansion.
The inside was as impressive as the outside- big, grand and expensive.
I followed the African woman up the stairs, and she showed me into a large room, with a king-sized bed, vanity desk, some drawers, and large walk in closet.
"You can personalise your room however you want- we will be going to the mall tomorrow, so you will have a chance to get some more clothes and things for your bedroom. Now, I suspect the others will want to introduce themselves - you can unpack later." She smiled kindly, and once again I followed her; downstairs this time.
The old man was there, along with three other people; there was a neat looking red-head who was beaming up at me; a tall boy with clean cut brown hair, a preppy looking girl with brown hair, a gothic looking girl with white streaks in her hair, a guy with dark skin and light blonde hair and...A boy who was... blue? I looked at him confused. The professor chuckled from beside me, obviously sensing my confusion.
"Don't worry- this is just how he usually looks. You'll get used to him." The blue boy, looked at me sadly, and pressed a button on a high-tech watch around his wrist, making him look like a human again. I smiled.
"That's ok- I don't mind. I was just curious." I said with a shrug. He grinned at me, but didn't turn back.
"So, vat is your name?" The used-to-be-blue dude asked me, with a German accent strong in his voice.
"Beth - yours?" I asked, walking down the stairs to join everybody.
"Kurt Wagner!" He said brightly.
"I'm Jean, and this is Scott!" The red head said, with WAY too much enthusiasm. 'Scott' looked slightly annoyed that she had introduced him before he got the chance.
"Rogue." Said the girl with white streaks- I noticed she had a southern accent.
"Kitty!" The preppy looking girl said with a grin.
"And I'm Evan." Said the last guy, with the dark skin.
"So, what's your mutation?" Jean asked. I was starting to dislike her already- mutation. Sounded like some kind of disease...
"My power is to make stuff appear, deceive people and... well, I guess it's kinda like shadows- I can control them, turn into one, create them, and all that jazz." I said, shrugging as I held out my hand. Black smoke curled out of my palm, swirled around my arm and shot back into my skin.
"NEAT!" Kurt exclaimed with a grin.
"I never knew you were this powerful...I'll have to look into it..." The professor muttered, pressing a button on his wheelchair, and whizzing away.
"We'll sort out all the important documents for you, if you like- why don't we do it in about two days? That way you will have time to decide whether you want to stay or not." The woman that had been with the bald guy in the wheel chair said kindly.
"Ok..thanks." I said with a small smile.
"That's fine- oh and by the way, my name is Ororo Monroe, but people just call me storm." She said returning the smile before she walked out, the same way as the professor had just disappeared to.
AN: Sorry its not that long- PLEASE REVIEW! I dont know whether I should carry on with this story, so tell me what I should do: continue or not? Critisism welcome too =D