Author's Note: I have decided to begin an X-Men story... cut me some slack though haha. It is my first time ever attempting an X-Men story, and I am trying to get all of the information right.
X-Men: Tear Drops and Roses
December 5th 1989
New York
"The blizzard has gotten much worse than expected. All schools in the state are closed due to the excessive amount of snow that has accumulated on the streets. Children are advised to stay indoors at ALL times. I repeat. Children are advised to stay indoors at ALL times." The older man on the TV said.
Young Blair Richards looked out the window with longing. As a 14 year old with no sense at all, Blair wanted to run out into the snow and throw snow balls, but her mother had warned her against it. She tied her dark mahogany colored hair up in a ribbon. The time was nearing 10:30pm, and she had already yawned numerous times while listening to see if it was okay to go outside. Blair walked up the stairs to her room slowly. She rubbed her eyes as her hand fell on the cold metal of her door knob. For some reason she was having trouble staying awake lately. Not to mention the horrible nightmares. Blair had been afraid to sleep for about a year, but the more nightmares she had, the more she had to sleep. With another yawn Blair plopped herself onto her bed and pulled the covers over her shivering body.
Blair's eyes twitched in her sleep. In her dreams she saw a man… a man in a black coat. She didn't know who the man was, but then she saw her mother, and her mother kissed the man that she didn't know. The sight made Blair cry in her sleep. As much as she wanted to cry out, she couldn't. Blair could not interrupt the dream sequence. The man pulled her mother close, and her mother didn't stop it. Her mother didn't stop the man, and it scared Blair. Suddenly Blair was filled with anger as her dream shifted. In this dream she saw her father standing on the street side with the snow falling around him. Blair wasn't sure, but she thought she saw a gun in his hand. Her father raised the gun and pointed at someone. When Blair looked closer it was her mother. Blair gasped and screamed.
As Blair's eyes flew open she could hear footsteps coming towards her bedroom. Her door flew open to reveal her very angry looking father. "Get out of the bed!" He yelled. Blair didn't hesitate to do what he said. She stumbled into the living room beside her mother, who looked just as startled as Blair did. Blair clenched her hands tight as she closed her eyes. "You…" her father said as he took a gun out of his jacket pocket and pointed it at her mother. "You've been sleeping around. Don't play stupid. You knew damn well I would find out." He then pointed the gun at Blair. "And you…" he said as a smirk curved upon his lips as the gun pointed at Blair. "You knew. You know how I know you knew?" Blair shook her head. "Because I know what you are you little fart." He spat bitterly. "You've been seeing our dreams, and every time you do… you poison us." He said as if it were something that Blair had known she was doing the whole time. "Yeah, that's right… some strange man in a wheel chair came and told me all about it. What the hell… since when does a man in an effing wheel chair know more about my daughter than I do?"
"Well, you know what… I'm going to plant a bullet in each of your heads, and maybe then you can rot in hell and think about the way you have BOTH double crossed me!" Blair opened her eyes long enough to see her mother cover her eyes. She should have known this was coming… she had seen it… right? At least she had seen part of the action in her dream. This whole thing seemed oddly familiar to Blair. Had what her father said about the dreams been true?
"Don't shoot mama." Blair pleaded, "Please don't shoot mama. Shoot me instead." Her father only laughed and pointed the gun at Blair. The wicked smile on his face told her that there was no changing his mind. Blair clenched her fists tight at her side until they turned white. When Blair looked up her blue eyes met his brown ones. For a moment she thought she saw fear in her father's eyes. Blair didn't know what was happening at all. Her gaze floated from her father to the snow outside and back to her father.
Blair Richards had officially scared herself. "What the hell happened to your eyes?" Her father asked, "They were blue, now they're…" He never got to finish the sentence before her fell to the ground in agonizing pain. Blair didn't know what she was doing, but she could see in her mind's eye what her father was seeing in his own mind. Blair could see her father bound in chains with a knife slowly cutting at his skin. As much as it scared her she didn't move an inch. Her father finally keeled over, dead. Blair's eyes returned to their blue color as she stepped back slowly.
"You little bitch!" Her mother shouted at her as she rushed to her father's side. "He was going to come around! I know he was! Get OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU ANIMAL!" Her mother screamed. Tears welled up in Blair's eyes as she ran out the door of their home. Blair immediately fell through the snow that was piled over her head. She had to fight her way to the top in order to see where she was going. As Blair continued trying to run she scraped her arm on a piece of metal that had been sticking out of the snow. Much to her surprise… the wound healed.
Broken, confused, and nowhere to go… Blair set out to find a way of life that suited her. A cold, blue Blair made her way to a train station, where she had intended on spending the night. She lay on a bench just outside; knowing that all she could do was sit waiting, wait for the cold to take her life just like she had taken her own father's life. Blair felt her breathing slow down, and sleep come upon her. All she remembered when she woke up was the coldness… the rest was lost, gone as if it had never happened. All she knew was that she was in some sort of laboratory, and she had no idea where she was… or what she was there for until a man in a wheel chair rolled in.
"Hello, Blair." The man greeted, "I am Professor Charles Xavier, the head of the school for mutants." The word mutants caught her attention. Suddenly Blair recalled the word animal. "We have discovered that you have a quite astounding ability. It's not everyday we encounter a class five mutant." The professor said with a small smile. Blair sat up and looked around the lab curiously. There was a woman behind the professor with white hair, and two others who looked to be about her age. One a girl with red hair pulled into a pony tail, and the other a boy who had on a pair of wrap around sunglasses. "Jean, Scott, go make sure there is room for Blair." The two other students nodded and exited the lab. "Blair, this is a school for mutants like you. We'd like to teach you to hone your ability and use it in a way that could help you instead of hurt you."
Blair's eyes narrowed. "No way are you telling me the truth." She said, "I don't have any special abilities." Blair crossed her arms waiting for the professor to say something. The professor still smiled that caring smile of his, "Blair, you do have a power. I did not realize that you had forgotten already." The white haired woman looked at the professor with a surprised look. "Your power is a surprising one indeed. Blair, you have the ability to poison people and mutants alike with your mind." He said simply, "You find a way to mentally torture them by using things their sub-conscious has forgotten in order to weaken your prey, then your strike." The professor's smile faded. "You also have regeneration ability. Your skin automatically heals itself when there is no damage. To my best estimate you will probably stop aging at the age of 30." Blair tried to take in everything, but it was hard for her to swallow it all at once.
"Woah, woah, woah, old man, you're saying that I have that kind of power?" Blair asked with widened eyes. "Yes, I am afraid so. And we would like to help you with it before it gets too out of hand." The professor stated as Blair looked straight at him, trying to decide if what he was saying was true. "Okay." She finally said, "I'll stay."