I don't own anything to do with anything in the X-Men franchise. If I did Wolverine would look like Hugh Jackman. Also I would be rich!!! I only own the OC in this story. Every sad....

White Noise (Chapter 1)

White noise, simple white noise is all you can call that moment when life just stops. A deadly silence that seems to make sense that maybe the world around you is really there. That moment is when you get the pain in deep in your heart, that makes you wish your mother or father was there to huge you. Only to go away when you finally take a deep breath and say 'I am still here'. This white noise happens when you slowly fall asleep, or when there is nothing around you. It is feared my most, but blessed by others. For only the white noise tells us if we are truly alive, or if this is all just a dream.

Yet, for one it was a sign of Safety. A sound that said the hunters weren't following. It was okay to safe to stop and breathe. In this day and age the unique were not welcome. Not understood, but hated. Those were hunted down by the F.O.H or Mutant Hunters. Simple rules are followed now by those who are hunted. Stay hidden, stay in huge groups of Normal's, and up most listen for the warnings. For her it was the White Noise. Listen for the white Noise if you can't hear it clearly within a crowd, it is possible to hear it, and then run. White noise was safety, nothing else matter.

She blended in well. Wearing an oversize black hoodie, that had the tree of life on the back. Ripped Jeans, and a small back pack. Hands gloved, and hidden in the sleeves. Her bangs hung over her face; the rest was braided and hidden within the hood. She always kept her face looking at the ground, always marching, never stopping. She couldn't stop marching after her parents wanted to hand her over to a New Government program that helped those gifted. They were Hunters. Following word of mouth till they find someone they like. Paying off the parents, and promising them her great future to go to a 'well off' school. She's been there. It wasn't a school, but a lab. Needles, slabs of cold metals. Rooms without windows. She was no Lab-rat, so she fought, had help and ran. That's how she landed here, walking the streets, just walking. Listening to the white noise as she went.

Her curse, as she called it, gained her the nickname 'Death'. Within the lab the doctors and soldiers, who acted like watch dogs, gave her the name 'sister of death'. She never screamed when she shot at, or poked with a needle. She looked like she kind of of welcome death, when she just sat there waiting for the darkness to come. When she got out, she got her hoodie custom made. Something that could stand for her, as well as what she was; the tree of life. She made sure above the tree of life image the word 'Airleas über Nex' was written, and under it 'NEX Schwester'. In three different languages it fit her to the 'T', and would keep people wondering. If people understood what was written there, they would leave her alone. They will just leave her alone

Most people watch her, as she walked, with a worry eye. Not knowing if she'll kill herself, or others. Some even had called her a crook. She even came across a few who wanted to help her. She need no help, all she wanted was to be left alone. Like she had always been. After finding out what she does, no one would want her. Just like her parents. She was really a sweet girl, who enjoyed parks and helping out others. Very smart and love to draw. She always knew to do the right thing. Right now she wasn't doing that as she walked down the isles of a local store in Bayville.

Her hand quickly took a few art books, which she hides under her shirt and a box mechanical pencil into her pocket. If anyone looked all they saw were black flashes. She moved down and grabbed a bottle of water and a bag of chips and headed for the checkout. That's all she would pay for right now. She would gain more money in the park, or crowed area, as she sells her art work she does on site.

Walking out of the store, head down, she heads for the closes place with many people. Her ears were opening listening to everything around. The words 'Mall' 'Let's go' and 'Big sale' made her smile. She'll head to the mall, and randomly pick one person, draw them. Then just go with the flow. Following the words, and people, she found herself at the mall. The mall had many levels, which held many people. Eye eyes went straight up to the top floor, which had to be the 5th floor, with people looking down at her. She smile again and made her way over to the huge water fountain that sat in the middle of the first floor. Quickly taking out her book, and a pencil she randomly picked one person.

Her eyes fell upon a group really. One tall Red head, two brown heads one with white bangs, and a white hair women. All were girls, which was a plus. If she can recreate their beauty on to paper, she can get anyone to buy from her. Her eyes ever so slightly glance up at them. Just like a dance her hand moved with grace on the paper. Quick strokes formed hair, and limbs. Lips came next as well as the clothes. Once the outline was done she moved to the detail, and shadows. She was into the dance she didn't hear someone sit next to her, or the fact of a gasp.

"Vov, you're very good," A male voice claimed the silence she sat in.

"Thank you," She responded ever so softly.
A few seconds later the image was done. A picture that someone could claim was a photo. She looked up to see a bluish black hair teen. He looked like if he just got out of school, with his book bag still in hand. He blushed slightly as she handed him the picture.

"This is very good," He said as she noticed an ascent.

"I like to draw. I normally see my art work for $50, but for you I'll do a quick one of yourself for $5. How does that sound?" She question as his face lit up as if it was Christmas.

"Can you do a group one, Ja? I mean I vould really like to have one vith my friends," He said as her rubbed his neck.

"Ya' got 5 bucks, and you got yourself a deal."

"Ja? Let me get them over here. Umm... Do we need chairs?"

"No, I'll let you sit at the fountain. I'll find a chair," She said as the blue hair boy ran off.

Getting up she pulled a chair from a near by table and place her bag in between her feet and waited. She heard giggling as the boy returned with what she would later call a platoon. She normally saw a Teen boy for three or four people, not 9 people. She smiled as the boy started to explain what he saw, and how much this would cost. The girls seemed to be interested, while the guys in the group just looked at each other.

"It's only $5, what is there to lose, but maybe a large Ice cream shake," She said with a smile and watch them sit down at the fountain. "This will only take a few minutes. You can talk if you want, you don't have to stay still."

Fully relax she started the dance again. Listening to their talking, and everything around her, she felt like she was at home. This might be the place she stays at. Get a job, or two. A place to stay, a place to call home. Maybe even get real clothes. She did take notice, once again, to the Women standing behind her with white hair. Slowly each face started to appear on the page, with their clothes and body parts following. Like she said it didn't take long, and the finish product was her one of her favorites. She could tell they were a family, even if they looked different. She signed the bottom with a feather and the letters, 'A.D.' She smiled once more, as a flash of pain burst in her mind.

"Here," She said, hiding the pain, as the boy got up and handed her $5. "Hope you like it."

Taking the money and sticking it in her pocket, she picked up her bag and moved on. Pulling up her hoodie, the pain got a little bit worst before disappearing. Her powers were acting up again. Yet, right now she had to get to the next place. The next victim, leaving behind her the gasps of awes and oohs for those she just drew. She walked to the stairs when she stopped. Something wasn't right. Her heart tightens, with the pain again. Something wasn't right at all.

"Shit," She hissed placing her items into her bag, and made sure it was closed tightly so nothing could fall out.

She quickly climbed the stairs to the second floor, and walked over to the railing. She made sure the area around her had a lot of hiding spaces and windows to jump out of, if need be. Then she looked back down to the first floor, where the group of people still where. They were still talking about the art work, not knowing about the danger that was about to come. Within in seconds the white noise, that she knew was there, went missing. The pain in her heart grew, and she got ready to strike. Those down on the first floor will not know what hit them, or even what was going on. How could they? She was a run away Mutant. Wanted alive for something she didn't want to mention.

"It's about time they showed up. Or have they been waiting for me here?" She question lightly as she waited for the boom. "Very strange to go after someone who has been missing for a few years? Maybe they are trying to fix their mistakes? Why me?"

Lifting her hands, onto the railing, the front door blasted in sending people and items everywhere. Screams echo the mall and stores, as soon after people started to run for the hills. Yet, in her ears all she heard were heart beats. Pulling herself up onto the railing she watched as a group of Green and yellow dressed men marched in with weapons at the ready. She knew those guns, and the bullets they held. They can mute any mutant power, and send anyone to sleep. Very few could get thought with out falling asleep, like her self. But, with that came something worst then mute powers and sleep. Total uncontrolled powers.

She watched as the group of people she just drew slowly got up, and went into action to stop them. Shooting lasers out their eyes, stopping items from falling on people. Running through said items. They looked like a team, but she knew some how if they get caught, bad things would happen. Getting her foot just right she waited for one to land under her. Like if the gods granted her a wish, one appeared blow her aiming for the blue hair boy. A deep breath and a jump he was on the floor and the gun in her hand. She moved quickly pushing down a ponytail girl, and fire at a green suit man.

"Get out thought the back door. Their bullets stop both humans and mutants. They take anyone they believe in special," She said as she helped the girl up. "Please."

"We can like handle this," The girl said as she shook her head.

"No you can, this is Hydra's hunter group. They are the best of the best, and they haven't sent Himin yet. Trust me, as someone who had to deal with them, and run," She said with her soft voice as she fired again, standing in front of the girl she took one in the arm, flinching ever so slightly. "They just had to go ruin my favorite hoodie. Sweetheart, get out of here, and take the shoppers with you."

The girl nodded as she watched one of her friends get hit. He didn't get up, and the metal that was his body disappear. She cursed as she moved to get in front of a boy with red sunglasses. The quick movement and rolling on the floor, made her hood fall back. As her hood fell, showing her face, she fire at the one of the men. The one who was about to shot at the boy, that stood behind her. It also let the green men see her face making them turn and stop firing.

"Ohio boys, miss meh?" She said pushing her bangs out of her face. "Or you just here for a party?"

One of them moved forward as the group of people, mutants that she noticed, moved behind her. She had the gun pointed and ready, not caring if it made her bullet wound hurt more. Or the blood now caking her sleeve. She raised an eyebrow as a blond man walked forward. She should have seen this coming. They knew she couldn't let anyone else fall like herself, into their hands. So attack those who didn't do anything to bring her out. She smirked, at how easily she was taken as fool, as the blond snickered.

"Well well, Death, sweetheart, I finally found you. I thought we told you not to run, we'll always catch you," He said as he opened his arms for a hug. "Now come to Uncle."

"Not in your life, Omega. I like being free, and able to watch people enjoy life," She said as she looked for a way to get those behind her away for those in front.

She knew fired at him, will only make him mad, and basically do nothing. She needed to think quick as the blond took a step forward. That when her eyes glanced up, the hanging lights. She didn't think twice as she fire at him, then at the light. Sending them flying down, heading for the group of men. The greatest escape was a smoking retreat. She wasn't going to use the last of her smoke bombs, which sat safely in her bag, so she'll make a larger more deadly smoke bomb.

She stopped and smirked a little bit, as it fell and smashed into the ground. Not only did to cause dust to storm around them, but made the perfect smoke screen. She turned and grabbed the first person she could, the boy in the sunglass. Dragging him to the back, with the others following. She didn't let go till, they got out the back doors and down one of the small ally-ways near by. Once there she let go, she handed the gun over.

"I believe you can use this more then I can," She said, as the boy took it.

She pulled her hood back up and started too walked away. Not giving them a second chance to think. They had their out cold friend, being held by two people. She had nothing more here, she had to get away from them or they'll end up in that Hell. That cold Lab she grew up in. No one should live through that.

"Wait, who are you?" The sunglass guy asked, before she disappeared into the shadows of the setting sun. "Do you need any help getting rid of them?"

"Airleas über Nex," She said as she turned and looked at them. "But you call me Airleas, and no I don't need help."

She only had to take a few steps, before she disappear fully into the shadows. Leaving behind her the slightly wound group of kids, who only knew her name, and the fact she protected them from gunned men.