Fire and the Beast – Animal – Chapter One –The beginning
Make Note: Sadly, I am not an owner of any of these characters, for the acceptation of Zinta Morvollo (Sizzler) and Anuba. Who I have created for the soul reason of this eh…Fan fiction. I might break it into two areas, one covering the beastly beauty Anuba, and the female flame, Zinta. Actually. I am. This one is the story of Anuba. Who gets snagged by the X-men. She is a very interesting, strange character who is more animal than human.
Other: This is the first fan-fic I have started to write in a long, long time, so please. Read and rate, give me some ideas! This is sort of an idea I had; it cuts out the second movie, as in, after the first, but not really leading to the second… So yes, it's going to be different, with a few new faces!
In time, everything changes. The seasons, the day, the hour, your age, appearance, life to death. And, of course, evolution brings new change into something such as DNA. Sometimes this can come to good… Sometimes the changes are bad. Really everyone has a different opinion on a subject such as mutation. When evolution takes a nice big jump from the ordinary to make something extraordinary. It's sad how people cannot accept each other for who they really are. Humans are a judgmental species. So complex. Now, this little tale is about a monster in human standards… But in reality she is an animal at heart.
Anuba. That is her name. Simple. A name she came up with out of the Egyptian god, Anubis. Oh, such a strange girl with a strange life. So old, yet so young. Now, she is not one of those mutants that has something amazing, like fire manipulation. But she has a very strong healing power. It heals herself, and with training, she could bring others back from the dead. Her blood can cure any sickness. No, not mutation. For mutation is a gift. Not a sickness. Her blood has a cure that can mend bones, give life, and destroy aids. Of course no one knew that until her blood was examined at the X-man headquarters. But that… That is for later.
Anuba was not always Anuba. It's simply the only thing she remembers. It is the only thing that the families she had the past hundred years called her by. Though in truth, she has aged only sixteen years.
She was born Rachel Taylor. A beautiful baby born into a struggling family. The mother ill with aids, dieing slowly, the father becoming an alcoholic, depressed and not making enough money to support his drinking and his family. The child was beautiful, grew up beautiful, a frail looking angel handed to them. But later on they found agony in the fact that Rachel was not speaking at three. Then four. Five. Doctors said she was a mentally challenged girl. A retard as some might jest. Their family had taken her to their forest home, when the wilderness had been vast and endless.
They had not become supportive. Her mother slipped into a coma. Her vitals so low no one knew she was still living. Thus she was to be buried alive. She learned to speak, but not completely. It seemed she would never truly grasp human speech. She matured normally, but time seemed to freeze at sixteen. Her mother was alive, in a come… But Rachel had known her mother was alive. She was six, and had clung to her mother's body, crying 'live' over and over again. Her father pushed her aside and her mother found death in her sleep three feet under. No, not a six foot grave. It was winter and the ground froze solid and it had taken ages to even get the three foot hole dug. No coffin. Stuffed in frozen ground, and covered up.
That was when the second part of her life came. A very important part, were wolves came, smelling the flesh, the child had come out, scared but determined to save her mothers remains from wolves. Such raw feelings brought out a form of a more… A massive wolf. Though she was not one of those creatures. She was large, but still like a pup, nearly the same size as the wolves. Full grown adult wolves. And she looked like an enlarged pup. They had snarled. But what was strange was how the girl had understood them. So clearly. So much easier than the humans strange language. She had talked, pleaded for her mother's body, vowed to die than let the wolves eat her. They respected her. Her devotion. Her size. They offered her a place in the pack. But she was young, and said her dad wouldn't allow it. But still, they came to her nearly every day, she would run out the house, play in the woods with wolves.
The fact she had a human form was a bump in the road for the wolves. But the grew to trust her, she started to teach herself how to change; she learned to control her power of wolf shifting. She can also change into a jackal… She learned that. But really, she is more wolf.
She grew and at ten, her father drank himself to death. She had run to the wolves, and that day, she gained a new family.
Over the years she had gone around, traveling with the back, becoming wilder, a rawer feeling person. More animal like. Less human. Though she held what little human knowledge she had, though forgetting her human family over time. And over time she grew to fear her own kind. Having lived threw being shot, caught in bear traps, and poisoned. Eventually anything touched by man was not to be trusted. She assumed it all poisoned and bad.
So when a group of humans caught her lately, in the past few months, and studied her, for being a female, and the largest wolf recorded in the area, if not the world. She was caged, pacing. A pure lust for freedom. She wanted out.
And she got what she wanted.
She had been a caged animal, keep in mind. If you were a wild animal suddenly caged, why what would you do to get free…
Anything?
She had attacked the man who fed them, run out, and having killed, and injured many who got in her way. Not because she found a sadistic pleasure in it, but because she was frightened and confused. And freedom was her fuel. She wouldn't let herself back into that cage for humans to gawk at her. No way in hell.
So one cage for another. Trapped in the middle of a city.
Central park.
How hard it was for one to hide in such a place over run by humans.