Hello, I was doodling one day and I drew this cool picture of this mutant,
and this story just came to me. Just so, you know where I got the idea.
(^^;) It's my first x-men fic, so be nice to me!
THE CONTEST: I would like my character to have a love interest, but I can't make my mind up which of the male characters on the show to use. Therefore, I decided to let YOU the READER decide. Please include in your review which character you would like me to use. I would really like it if you also included reasons (Not just because he's cute) i.e. personality, interests, background etc. as in relation to my character. All male characters included, x-men, brotherhood, and acolytes, maybe even one of the adults if they get enough votes. Oh yeah, the character that gets the most votes wins, (one vote per character per person.). My only wish is too please you!!! Thanks to all of you that contribute!!!
On to the fic!
Chapter One: Beginnings
"Mama, why are you doing this?" the child studied her face closely, her mind grappling for reason. Her mother's midnight eyes were as cold as stone in response. The child shivered, as the wind whistled over the river it became five degrees colder, the sound of the water beating over the rocks was throbbing in her sensitive pointed ears. The smell coming off her mother's sweat dampened body was ripe with fear and anxiety.
"I am sorry it has come to this, Wolf but I can not take this anymore, if only you had been born normal. If I had known it would be the mutant to get me...I would never have gone through with it." Her eyes had softened now, and were filling with tears. She stepped over the side of the small rowboat, and avoided her daughter's confused stare. The moonlight was hitting her hair to put an almost supernatural sheen to her onyx hair; the child was impressed at her mother's beauty, the only beauty in this cold, vicious forest. Wolf knew what her mother meant to do before she had even raised a hand to push away from the shore. Wolf closed her own midnight eyes and listened to the boat cut through the already raging water. When she opened her eyes again, her mother was already quite far from the shore. Her mother raised one hand decorated with elegant black stripes in a final platonic good-bye to her whimpering daughter still trilling on the shore. Wolf raised her own black striped hand, in a wave; her two-inch black claws that her mother lacked threw a barred shadow against the girl's face. Then, the woman was gone, from view, and out of six-year-old Wolf's life. Wolf collapsed then, crying out at her abandonment, and enraged at a mother who was so selfish as to do it. She beat the ground, and wept without limit until promising herself that when she saw her again she would give her a good punch in the face. After she had exhausted herself, she gave herself to sleep in the now tranquil forest.
She awoke the next morning to a bright sun along with two strangers who stood above her. The woman had been rather plump with gray running through her back hair, as Wolf's would when her powers developed fully as a teenager. The man was tall and gangly, had a true gray mane and peered down at her from behind horn-rimmed glasses.
"What cha' doin out here girlie?" the man asked her. Wolf blinked her sore eyes from the night before, could they not see her hands, eyes and ears? Could they not see that she was different? Why were they not afraid, or at least cautious?
"My mother left me here" she answered truthfully.
"What do you mean she left you here?" the man asked, pushing his glasses up his thin nose.
"She went away in a boat last night, and left me here." Wolf clarified, climbing to her feet.
"You don't mean she abandoned you?" the woman piped up, startling Wolf slightly with her deep voice.
"Yes, she will not come back." Wolf knew that for certain, she did not know why, but she knew.
"Probably couldn't take it, kids a mutant. Some people have no back bone when it comes to things like this." The man said more to the woman than Wolf. 'Mutant?' Wolf wondered, 'that was the word Mama said last night is it a bad thing?'
"What is a mutant?" Wolf asked.
"One who has powers, and sometimes they look different from humans." The woman said.
"Some don't?" Wolf asked again, her mother was the only other mutant she had met, and they both looked different from humans. Wolf more so though, she figured this was why her mother "couldn't take it anymore" everyone was always staring at her.
"Yep, some look just like humans they just have powers," the man explained, and winked at her. "I know lots about mutants darlin' my Pop was one. He was able to lift anything and move things just by pointing at 'em. I got an idea, why don't you stay with us? Unless you got somewhere to go."
Wolf shook her head, "No where to go." She confirmed.
The woman clapped her hands together, "I've always wanted a kid around the house. What's your name Hon?"
"Wolf."
"Just Wolf?"
Wolf nodded again, "Mama never called me anything else."
The man laughed and rubbed her head with his large hand, "You most certainly got a mane like a wolf. I'm Simon, and she's Lorene. We're just poor farmers, but we got a nice patch o' property with lots o' space for a wolf-child."
As they lead her back to their home, talking her ears off the whole way, wolf felt her heart warming with happiness; she knew she could belong with them. She just knew.
Eleven years later:
Wolf pushed her long, thick black hair from her face. She pulled up her ill fitting gloves that had to cover two inch long claws along with her pronounced black stripes that ran up to her wrist. What she most hated was the sunglasses that she had to wear to hide her eyes, eyes so dark that they were black with no visible pupil. She could smell where everyone on the bus had been in the last six hours since it was raining. The putrid smell coming from the hobo in the back nearly chocked her. 'How hard is it to bathe?! I bathe, and I've had no home for three weeks. The rivers aren't that cold!' she thought to herself. She rolled her shoulders, her black trench coat's rough wool material rustling, drawing a few looks from the other passengers. Wolf gave them a toothy grin, not bothering to hide her feral teeth. She loved the coat; it still carried the faint, sweet scent of Simon and Lorene. They had both shared it, and it was the only inheritance she had gotten before the news had hit from Bayville. The minister of the local church had foreseen what was going to happen if wolf stuck around. He gave her 150 dollars out of his own pocket and told her to find others like her.
Wolf still missed Simon and Lorene, she knew the reason she had survived the Lyme disease they had all acquired was because of her mutant body. The only time it had come of any use to her so far. She had heeded the minister's advice and left as soon as Simon and Lorene were comfortable in their graves. That was why her bus was now passing a large sign that read in calligraphy: Bayville, a beautiful place to live. 'I am sure there are people like me here.' She thought to herself, 'I hope they take me in.'
THE CONTEST: I would like my character to have a love interest, but I can't make my mind up which of the male characters on the show to use. Therefore, I decided to let YOU the READER decide. Please include in your review which character you would like me to use. I would really like it if you also included reasons (Not just because he's cute) i.e. personality, interests, background etc. as in relation to my character. All male characters included, x-men, brotherhood, and acolytes, maybe even one of the adults if they get enough votes. Oh yeah, the character that gets the most votes wins, (one vote per character per person.). My only wish is too please you!!! Thanks to all of you that contribute!!!
On to the fic!
Chapter One: Beginnings
"Mama, why are you doing this?" the child studied her face closely, her mind grappling for reason. Her mother's midnight eyes were as cold as stone in response. The child shivered, as the wind whistled over the river it became five degrees colder, the sound of the water beating over the rocks was throbbing in her sensitive pointed ears. The smell coming off her mother's sweat dampened body was ripe with fear and anxiety.
"I am sorry it has come to this, Wolf but I can not take this anymore, if only you had been born normal. If I had known it would be the mutant to get me...I would never have gone through with it." Her eyes had softened now, and were filling with tears. She stepped over the side of the small rowboat, and avoided her daughter's confused stare. The moonlight was hitting her hair to put an almost supernatural sheen to her onyx hair; the child was impressed at her mother's beauty, the only beauty in this cold, vicious forest. Wolf knew what her mother meant to do before she had even raised a hand to push away from the shore. Wolf closed her own midnight eyes and listened to the boat cut through the already raging water. When she opened her eyes again, her mother was already quite far from the shore. Her mother raised one hand decorated with elegant black stripes in a final platonic good-bye to her whimpering daughter still trilling on the shore. Wolf raised her own black striped hand, in a wave; her two-inch black claws that her mother lacked threw a barred shadow against the girl's face. Then, the woman was gone, from view, and out of six-year-old Wolf's life. Wolf collapsed then, crying out at her abandonment, and enraged at a mother who was so selfish as to do it. She beat the ground, and wept without limit until promising herself that when she saw her again she would give her a good punch in the face. After she had exhausted herself, she gave herself to sleep in the now tranquil forest.
She awoke the next morning to a bright sun along with two strangers who stood above her. The woman had been rather plump with gray running through her back hair, as Wolf's would when her powers developed fully as a teenager. The man was tall and gangly, had a true gray mane and peered down at her from behind horn-rimmed glasses.
"What cha' doin out here girlie?" the man asked her. Wolf blinked her sore eyes from the night before, could they not see her hands, eyes and ears? Could they not see that she was different? Why were they not afraid, or at least cautious?
"My mother left me here" she answered truthfully.
"What do you mean she left you here?" the man asked, pushing his glasses up his thin nose.
"She went away in a boat last night, and left me here." Wolf clarified, climbing to her feet.
"You don't mean she abandoned you?" the woman piped up, startling Wolf slightly with her deep voice.
"Yes, she will not come back." Wolf knew that for certain, she did not know why, but she knew.
"Probably couldn't take it, kids a mutant. Some people have no back bone when it comes to things like this." The man said more to the woman than Wolf. 'Mutant?' Wolf wondered, 'that was the word Mama said last night is it a bad thing?'
"What is a mutant?" Wolf asked.
"One who has powers, and sometimes they look different from humans." The woman said.
"Some don't?" Wolf asked again, her mother was the only other mutant she had met, and they both looked different from humans. Wolf more so though, she figured this was why her mother "couldn't take it anymore" everyone was always staring at her.
"Yep, some look just like humans they just have powers," the man explained, and winked at her. "I know lots about mutants darlin' my Pop was one. He was able to lift anything and move things just by pointing at 'em. I got an idea, why don't you stay with us? Unless you got somewhere to go."
Wolf shook her head, "No where to go." She confirmed.
The woman clapped her hands together, "I've always wanted a kid around the house. What's your name Hon?"
"Wolf."
"Just Wolf?"
Wolf nodded again, "Mama never called me anything else."
The man laughed and rubbed her head with his large hand, "You most certainly got a mane like a wolf. I'm Simon, and she's Lorene. We're just poor farmers, but we got a nice patch o' property with lots o' space for a wolf-child."
As they lead her back to their home, talking her ears off the whole way, wolf felt her heart warming with happiness; she knew she could belong with them. She just knew.
Eleven years later:
Wolf pushed her long, thick black hair from her face. She pulled up her ill fitting gloves that had to cover two inch long claws along with her pronounced black stripes that ran up to her wrist. What she most hated was the sunglasses that she had to wear to hide her eyes, eyes so dark that they were black with no visible pupil. She could smell where everyone on the bus had been in the last six hours since it was raining. The putrid smell coming from the hobo in the back nearly chocked her. 'How hard is it to bathe?! I bathe, and I've had no home for three weeks. The rivers aren't that cold!' she thought to herself. She rolled her shoulders, her black trench coat's rough wool material rustling, drawing a few looks from the other passengers. Wolf gave them a toothy grin, not bothering to hide her feral teeth. She loved the coat; it still carried the faint, sweet scent of Simon and Lorene. They had both shared it, and it was the only inheritance she had gotten before the news had hit from Bayville. The minister of the local church had foreseen what was going to happen if wolf stuck around. He gave her 150 dollars out of his own pocket and told her to find others like her.
Wolf still missed Simon and Lorene, she knew the reason she had survived the Lyme disease they had all acquired was because of her mutant body. The only time it had come of any use to her so far. She had heeded the minister's advice and left as soon as Simon and Lorene were comfortable in their graves. That was why her bus was now passing a large sign that read in calligraphy: Bayville, a beautiful place to live. 'I am sure there are people like me here.' She thought to herself, 'I hope they take me in.'