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Chapter one: Sunrise Shadow
It was sweet suburbia; the highlight of the American dream and an absolute hell for Wanda Maximoff; she much preferred the open wild. She stood at the end of the pavement of the left hand side. Her bouncing inferno-red hair curled and snarled around her shoulders as if every amazing fibre was a poisonous snake ready to strike. Her school bag thrown over one shoulder, she tapped her flat boots impatiently; he had better hurry up.
Footsteps fazed in from a silent whisper to an absolute, therapeutic, and repetitive growl of a noise. Wanda turned, her shocking hair flowing around in perfect synchronization with her delicate body, like molten lava freshly spewed from the fiery depths of the earth. Stood in front of her was her idiot brother, Pietro, a clumsy alley-cat grin plastered on his face.
Although Wanda and Pietro were twins, it was like Wanda had stolen his genes. In contrast to Wanda's hair, Pietro's grey matted fur was that of a senior citizen; and her starry blue eyes are sapphires to Pietro's grey iron eyes.
"Where have you been?" Wanda growled, crossing her arms over as though the small thud would knock some sense into Pietro's brain.
"Around." Pietro smirked wider.
"What did you do this time?" Wanda demanded taking a step forward towards her twin. Pietro was always doing dumb stuff with his 'gifts'. He thought he could be a super-hero, he thought that his powers could make a difference; and no matter how many times Wanda drilled it into his head, he couldn't accept the fact that they would be hunted like animals if the truth was found out.
"Pietro! You are insane! How many times do I have to-" Wanda began. Pietro held up a steely hand to silence her.
"I didn't do anything little sister, calm your head down. Now are we going to get on with it?" Pietro resolved. The only thing Wanda hadn't genetically stolen from Pietro was his impatience; they both shared.
"Yeah come on. Mom will be waiting for us if we take too long." Wanda turned abruptly and disappeared down a dark alley towards their place; their special place.
The large double oak doors closed behind a tall man. He stood for a second, taking a second to admire the huge mansion. The two dark pine flights of stairs, situated at either end of the huge marble clad room, gently curved around to greet each other, before spreading thinly into a landing. A small set of oak doors nestled between each flight of stairs on the ground floor remained open which was unusual given the place it lead to. With the image of the vibrant first room set in his mind, Scott hurried through the ajar doors.
The open doors led to a wide yet oddly claustrophobic hall lined with pictures and portraits of various people; iconic political leaders, famous paintings and the majority being students. The Mansion was too large just to be a house, and everyone on the inside knew that it was also a school for gifted children. To the outside thought, that would be exceptionally skilled or intelligent students; but to people who were more clued up about the people who hid in the shadow of society, Mutants.
Reaching the end of the hall, Scott pressed his hand onto an irregular shaped pane of wood. After a moment, the whole panel covering the wall pushed out hissing steam, and the panel sank into the wall and slid out of way; to create a secret entrance.
Hopping into the tiny secret room, the undercover wooden panels quickly reinserted itself, the floor began to shift slowly. Then it sprang into a whole array of clicks and twitches, a small circular hole in the floor formed to reveal metal steps which twirled around into a spiral. Swiftly descending, Scott's thoughts flickered between several theories to why the door was left open. It seemed a usual thing, but that door was always closed as to not reveal the hall behind it; intruders would not be welcome to where he was heading.
Reaching the end of the stairs, he briskly walked over the now metal everything. The floors chinked with his footsteps, and the smooth metal walls shunned any attempt of warmth and comfort. Sure enough, the voices of his colleagues could be heard from the largest room in the metal basement; or the X-Basement.
Reaching the door, Scott placed his hand for scanning into the device fitted to further dissuade intruders. It scanned his hand, and beeped as the door opened. Stepping into the huge room where several X-Men were stood, Scott, after six years, was still overwhelmed by the size of the space before him.
It was a spherical room, 14 stories deep from the top of the sphere to the bottom; each inch of the sphere was covered in smooth touch screen monitors with metal tracks running their perimeters. A bald man with a smooth and shiny head sat in a wheelchair on an extended platform. He was Professor Charles Xavier; all time brilliant mind; headmaster and teacher of Charles Institute for Gifted Children; psychic; and a top rank mutant solely responsible from saving lost mutant-kind and offering them a place of refuge not to mention a chance to hone their abilities.
Next was a small, curvy woman with shaggy auburn hair; except for the bright white streak lining her forehead. She had intense eyes, and an even more intense southern tongue; Rogue. Her ability was both a curse and a miracle, just by touching a mutant she could absorb their powers; and to normal humans, even slight contact could result in her sucking the life out of them. So even now, in her casual clothes, Rogue wore shoulder length gloves.
Looming over Rogue was an odd looking blue furry man. His hulking muscles strained the casual white-coat of a scientist, and his long silky navy hair gave him an unusual shimmer. He was known as Beast. His powers were those of a super-being; super-strength, super-speed, super-agility, super-reflexes, super-balance and super-intelligent.
And lastly, stood just shorter than Beast, with ice white hair was Storm. Her dark-skinned beauty was songs sung throughout the entire world, and her element bending abilities gave her the status of a Goddess. Scott, who's team-name was Cyclops, and Storm, had been Xavier's first ever students and great friends from the beginning. Scot considered his power as a curse, even more so than Rogue, as if he does not wear specially designed lenses, he cannot the laser-beams that spring from his eyes.
"Scott," Storm announced, her African tone accentuated her turning around to acknowledge him. "We couldn't get through to you, where have you been?"
"I went swimming." Scott choked on his words as an awkward tone settled on the group. Jean Grey, Scott's long term love, had died at Lake Lokai six months ago.
"You must stay in range from now on Cyclops. We have a very serious problem on our hands." Xavier placed the metal helmet Cerebro onto its stand at the end of the extended platform.
"What is it?" Cyclops asked stepping forward to join Beast, Storm and Rogue.
"A 'lil gal Mutant." Rogue semi-elaborated in her harsh tone.
"She is more than that Rogue. Imagine a mutant, powerful enough," Xavier turned to look Cyclops right in the eye "to change reality."
Shock seized Scott's bodily functions as endless unmentionable images flashed in front of him.
"When do we fly out?" He asked, staggered as the vibrations of his voice scratched his already desert throat.
"Tonight." Xavier responded rubbing his temples in frustration.
Wanda stopped at the end of the gravel pavement. The small yet spacey and derelict building stood in front of her, offering a hand of friendship. Pietro joined her and they stared up at the building, Pietro glanced at Wanda's odd expression and raised a white eyebrow.
"What's up with your face?" Pietro asked a little amused. "You look like you're just starting a new school."
"It's nothing," Wanda gulped and she smiled weakly at her brother.
"Right come on then," Pietro engaged his power, and for a neon-second, a blur shot up the path, ending up as Pietro's figure leaning up the door. "I have been dying to practice my powers." And he disappeared into the warehouse.
Seeing a black shadow cast behind her out of the corner of her eye, Wanda spun quickly; half out of fright, half trying to take whatever it was off-guard. All that she saw was a strange black-blue cat meow, her bright yellow-raven eyes gleaming from the four o clock sun.
A/N: I wonder if you got the clue at the end to what this bad thing is going to be. I would love to hear your theories! So again, please review as every comment will be read and replied to! Thanks!
Disclaimer:I do not own Marvel or any of the associated characters etc. However I do own this storyline and plot, and any original character I will/have put in.
