Author's Note: This story takes place after the second X-Men movie, with a few twists. First, Pyro did not go with Magneto and Mystique at the end of the movie. And second, Bobby and Rogue are not dating anymore. I know, I know, you all probably hate me for that, but that's how this story is. Anyway, on with the reason you all clicked on this story:
Break Away
Chapter One
For as long as she could remember, Kylie Masterson had always felt different from her peers. It wasn't until her eleventh birthday, however, that she realized just how different she was. You see, on that day, Kylie discovered she was a mutant. It started with the ability to move things with her mind, then, as the years progressed, more powers emerged. Every birthday she would develop a new power. Almost like it was her body's sick way of saying "Happy birthday." Kylie hated it. She hated hiding who she was from her family. She knew they wouldn't accept her if they knew what she was, so why tell them.
Kylie's parents were prominent members of society. Her father was a famous doctor who had written many books and preformed surgeries on various dignitaries that visited the UN in New York, where Kylie and her family lived. Her mother was a lawyer for a big name production company and represented movie stars and Broadway actors whenever they got in trouble. Since both her parents worked in the city, and their house was located out in the country quite a ways from New York City, Kylie barely ever saw them. They often times spent weeks in the city, where they owned a penthouse apartment. But they never brought Kylie with them. They made her remain at "home," if that's what you could call the large empty building.
When they were home, on those rare occasions, they were always doing paperwork or on their cell phones. There was no rest for them, except when they attended the many parties thrown by those in their social circle.
Her parents were nice people, but they were overly racist. Kylie couldn't imagine what would happen if they discovered that she was a mutant. Even before the attack on the president only a few months before they had disliked mutants, now they hated them. They often talked with their friends about how mutants would be the undoing of the world. How they would take over and make all "normal people" into their slaves.
Kylie hated to hear her parents talk like that. It made her hate herself and her special abilities even more. But she what she hated even more was to hear her friends talking about those like her. They loved to torment the mutants that sometimes came into town to hang out at the mall or go out to eat. See there was a school located not far from their town that taught mutant teens and kids. Her friends loved to torture those kids, calling them names and throwing things at them. The mutants never reacted to them, though you could tell they wanted to. They simply kept their distance and went on with what they were doing.
"Hey baby, some of the guys are going over to the arcade. You wanna come?" Kylie moved the phone from her left shoulder to her right as she focused on painting her toenails.
"Yeah sure," she replied, not really hearing what her boyfriend was saying.
"Cool, I'll be over in ten minutes." With that he hung up and Kylie placed her toenail polish away.
True to his word, her boyfriend pulled up to the small mansion exactly ten minutes later.
"Hey babe." He said kissing her roughly.
"Hey Brian," she said, pulling away from his kiss. She hated when he kissed her like that. All wet and rough. She liked tender kisses, ones that were heartfelt and sweet. She also hated when he called her cutesy names like baby, or sweetheart, as he was prone to do. He watched her put on her coat then led her out to the car.
When they had first started going out, Brian had always opened her car door for her before she got in or out. He held doors open for her when they went places, and would pull out her chair for her. True Kylie was into independence and all that, but it was still sweet of him to do it. Now he didn't so much as bother to comment on her outfit. He never told her she looked beautiful anymore. He didn't offer her tiny little compliments or anything.
The car ride was silent as they sped off down the road towards the mall, and Kylie was never more grateful than when they pulled into the crowded parking lot. She opened her door and pulled her coat tight against her to ward off the evening chill. Brian grabbed her hand and steered her towards the entrance to the arcade.
The large arcade was packed with kids from school. Every Friday night, when there wasn't a football game, the popular people from her highschool would congregate at the arcade and just be loud and rowdy.
"Hey girl," Kylie's friend Marsha called to her from where a bunch of girls were lounging around a pool table, still in their cheerleading uniforms since there had been a pep rally earlier that day to get the school ready for the upcoming season.
"Hey you guys." Kylie said, taking her hand out of Brian's possessive grip and walking over to her friends. "What's up?"
"Nothing," Lana, the head cheerleader, replied with a nonchalant wave of her hand, "just watching the boys make fools of themselves at the basketball shoot. Honestly football players cannot play basketball." A chorus of giggles erupted at Lana's words. Kylie stiffened slightly as she felt Brian's arm wrap around her waist.
"Let's play some pool," he said, guiding her over to an empty table, not waiting for Kylie's response. He handed her a pool stick and proceeded to rack up the balls. The cheerleaders stayed where they were and watched as Kylie broke the pyramid. They applauded, cheering their friend on. Then everyone went quiet.
Kylie looked over her shoulder as she lined up her next shot and looked for the cause of the silence. A group of teens had just walked in. She grimaced slightly, awaiting the rude and racist comments that were sure to start.
"Well if it isn't Xavier's freaks." James, a meathead football player, said turning away from his video game. "Why don't y'all just crawl back under the rocks you came from." Kylie cringed at his words. Often times she wondered if her friends would be as callous to her if they found out that she too was a mutant. But she didn't want to ever find out.
"Better be careful James," his girlfriend Melanie chirped, "one of 'em might turn you into a frog." A chorus of giggles erupted from the cheerleaders. Kylie turned away from the group of teens and tried to focus on the game of pool. She couldn't help wondering why the mutants even bothered to come to the arcade if they knew what was going to happen. Pulling back on the pool stick she hit the cue ball too hard and sent it flying off the table and into a nearby wall. Her face reddened. She cast a quick glance around and was glad to see that nobody had noticed her slip. At least that's what she thought.
He'd seen her before. The girl with the long chocolate brown hair that cascaded down her back in soft waves, her perfectly heart-shaped face with the stubborn chin and glowing green eyes. Her mouth was usually in a tight line, unsmiling, unfeeling. Her posture was always stiff, as if she felt out of place among those she was friends with. The soft curve of her body always drew his eye. The way her low-rise jeans clung to her hips, her pale pink tank top showing off the reason boys gravitated towards her. But it wasn't just her looks that drew him, no; it was the way she seemed so different from those she hung around. She didn't partake in the taunting that went on when he and his friends would venture out of the safe walls of their school. She always seemed so distant from the teasing. He had seen how she flinched whenever a mean comment was made, as if it was a blow struck to her as well.
He saw how she hit the cue ball, as if there were some strange force putting strength behind her hit. The ball flew off the table and struck the wall, making a large dent and sending plaster flying in every direction. His eyebrows rose. Yes, there certainly was something different about her.
"Hey," the angry voice of one of the boys that was picking on them brought him from his thoughts. He turned to look at who had addressed him. A big beefy guy with hams for arms and a barrel chest. His hair was cut low to his head in a buzz cut and his black eyes snapped fire at him. "You eyeballing my girl?" the guy asked grabbing his arm.
"Brian stop it," the girl snapped at her boyfriend, tugging at his arm as his fingers dug into the other boy's skin.
"No way Kylie," the bully said, pushing her off without releasing his iron tight grip on the young mutant's arm. "This freak thinks he can look at you." he leaned in until his face was inches from his captives. "You listen to me you freak I don't want to catch you lookin' at my girl ever again."
Anger surged through him. Who did this guy think he was threatening him? If it had been only him at the arcade, and if the other mutants hadn't been there to stop him, he would have taken on the jerk. He looked over the guy's shoulder and caught the girl's eyes. Kylie. So that was her name. It was beautiful, just like her. She looked back at him, fear in her eyes. But hidden beneath that fear there was something else, something he could not place his finger on. What was it?
The boy's gaze unnerved her. His eyes bore into hers, causing Kylie to feel as if he could read her soul. She felt as if he knew the secret she tried so desperately to hide. Brian's fingers still dug into his arm, but the boy did nothing. Why? Why did he not fight back, use the powers that he possessed? His gaze tore her to pieces, as if asking for silent help.
Looking around the arcade, Kylie saw that Brian's friends and the cheerleaders had cornered the other mutants. Why did none of them fight back? They simply stayed silent, taking the abuse without a word. Why did they do that?
Guilt knotted her stomach, making her feel nauseous. Closing her eyes tightly, she drew in a deep breath, praying for the strength to do what she had to. Brian wouldn't like it and she would probably have to bear the consequences of her actions later, but it was worth it if she was able to get her friends to leave those like her alone.
She grabbed Brian's arm again, this time with more strength.
"Let's go Brian," she said roughly, "this is getting old."
"Yeah," he said through tight lips, "this is getting old." He threw the mutant against the wall and punched him across the jaw. "If I ever see you, or any of your friends here again I will not hesitate to hurt you." he threatened the young man. Kylie closed her eyes, trying to tune out the words her boyfriend spoke. He turned around and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Let's go y'all." He called to the football players. Just like that Brian's friends left the group of mutant teens and filed out of the arcade. Kylie cast a quick glance over her shoulder as her boyfriend led her out the door. The young man that Brian had just punched was staring at her.
Okay, so this chapter wasn't as great as I was hoping it would be, but it was still pretty good. Of course my opinion doesn't matter, so, please review and tell me what you thought.
PS. Sorry if the middle was kinda hard to follow. I just don't want to reveal who the love interest is just yet.
