Author Note:My first time writing an evo story. As far as I know there is
no place called New Hope in Nova Scotia. If you like the beginning than
I'll write more, so let me know. Hmm...am I missing anything....? screw it,
If I am, oh well....
Disclaimer: Blahblahblah, whoever owns them....
Crista breathed deep; trying not to let her extreme happiness explode as the curtains closed. Beside her, her friend Justin squeezed her shoulder and whispered,"We did it!"
She nodded excitedly to the six ft 3, 18 year old. After the curtains closed she rushed off stage to go get changed back into her street clothes. She packed the last of her costume up and ran outside to meet her parents.
"So, what did you think?" Her eleven-year-old brother grabbed her around the waist in a bear hug, making Crista feel small about her five-ft frame when her brothersí head reached her chin.
Her dad smiled," It's the perfect ending to the highschool year." Her mom elbowed him, causing him to stutter a moment before finally catching the drift. "That is of course, except for your graduation ceremony."
Crista smiled, practically bouncing from one foot to the other with pent up energy. "Yea well, I'm done highschool, and now I'm free!"
"You were awesome!" Her brother piped, finally releasing her from his death grip hug.
Justin walked over and draped an arm over her shoulders, "You still coming to Erinís' cast party? I can give you a lift."
"Alright honey, we'll see you later." Her mom leaned in and hugged her, but before she pulled away she whispered something to Crista," Just be careful okay?"
Not sure what she meant Crista nodded anyway, eager to get to the party. She ran over to the car where Justin was waiting to drive them to the party.
"All set?" He asked.
Crista grinned wildly," Burn rubber baby!"
~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~
Crista finished her drink and plopped on the couch. In the kitchen, one room over, there was a loud cheering, standing up she quickly made her way into the kitchen to see what was going on. She reached the doorway in time to see Mark crush a beer can on his forehead. Losing her footing she crashed into Dane.
"Jeez," He laughed, moving his drink out of the way, "How much have you had to drink?"
She made some off-hand gesture, "Oh....some rum and vodka mixers....and....three? shots of tequila."
Dane frowned and pried the cooler she just picked up from her hand.
"I think that you're cut off for the night."
She made a pitiful attempt to grab the bottle, but he turned her around and gently pushed her. She moved slowly toward the door leading down to the t.v. room.
"Honey, are you fine to get down those stairs?" Erin asked her.
Crista nodded and proceeded to walk very slowly; if not wobbly, down the stairs. She made it to the bottom when she heard someone come down the stairs behind her. Whoever it was was moving quickly and Crista moved out of the way, thinking they had fell. But when they reached the bottom the person grabbed her and draped her over their shoulder. Squealing she pounded her fists on her captures back.
"Set me down this minute Tony!" Crista screamed.
Tony laughed hysterically as he squeezed her ass. Screaming again she realized that no one from upstairs could hear her over the loud music. She felt a wave of rage and helplessness wash over her. The lights started to flicker as her anger grew. A feeling of intense power flowed through her.
"Let me go!"
She felt the hairs on her body stand up straight as the lights first dimmed, then grew blindingly bright before shattering in sequence around her. The pieces of glass swirled around Crista as Tony dropped her, but remained frozen in place by a drunken fear. Screaming one final time she motioned at Tony with a short wave of her hand and sent the shards of glass flying into his body. before passing out, Crista heard his agonized screams as the thousands of tiny shards pierced the skin.
~~~~******~~~~~~
Crista heard voices above the pounding of her headache.
"Amber, she's a freak! You heard the doctor. I mean, she killed that boy for Christís sake!"
Crista blinked, then quickly closed her eyes against the bright light. She tried to move but felt something restricting pressing on her body.
"Shh, I think she's awake."
She tried to open her eyes again and this time she succeeded. Looking around she saw herself strapped to a bed with rubber straps, enclosed in a dome-like tent. Crista looked over to her parents, who were watching her with a mix of anxiety and fear.
"Mom? What's.....what's going on?"
Amber took a step forward, but her husband put a restraining hand on her shoulder to stop any further advances.
"Honey, something bad happened last night." Her voice wavered.
"What's the last thing you remember?" Her father asked.
"Tony picking me up," She lied. "Can I get up now? Please?"
A man in a wheelchair came in before her parents could reply.
"Crista, please do not be alarmed. My name is Charles Xavier and if you don't mind I'd like to ask you some questions concerning last night."
Crista struggled to sit up, but became discouraged and settled for staring at the ceiling.
"What did you pump into me? I feel horrible."
Xavier came into the tent; to her bedside, "We didn't ëpumpí anything into you. What you're feeling now is commonly referred to as a 'hangover' "
Crista closed her eyes and groaned, wishing the lights weren't so bright.
"Interesting."
She opened her eyes to see that the lights had dimmed. Xavier was watching her intently.
"It seems that your mutant abilities are strongly tied with your emotions."
She paused; letting what he said sink in. A mutant? Her? 18 year old Crista Cullicutt? From New Hope, Nova Scotia?
"I'm not a mutant." She started.
"I'm afraid so my-"
"Don't you 'my' or 'dear' anything," She hissed through clenched teeth," I told you, I'm not a mutant," She looked away," I'm a murderer," She whispered, tears forming in her eyes.
She heard Xavier sigh, "I can help you to harness your gift-"
"You mean curse."
Xavier continued, despite her interruption, "It's a manor in upstate New York where other mutants of your age come to live and study."
"Give up, my parents would never allow it." She said deadpan, still looking the other way.
"Actually Crista, we think you could benefit from going to this school, even if it's just for the summer." Her father told her.
She finally looked at him,"Really?"
She reached with her free hand to grasp and shake Xaviers nearby one, when he quickly retracted his hand out of reach of her own. She looked at Xavier curiously.
"Crista, I'm afraid that while you seem to have a combination of two powers, your ability to conduct electricity is contagious." The professor soothed.
"Contagious?"
"Your skin is a conductor for the electricity your body produces. And until you can learn to control that, I'm sorry to say that you are incapable of skin to skin contact."
Disclaimer: Blahblahblah, whoever owns them....
Crista breathed deep; trying not to let her extreme happiness explode as the curtains closed. Beside her, her friend Justin squeezed her shoulder and whispered,"We did it!"
She nodded excitedly to the six ft 3, 18 year old. After the curtains closed she rushed off stage to go get changed back into her street clothes. She packed the last of her costume up and ran outside to meet her parents.
"So, what did you think?" Her eleven-year-old brother grabbed her around the waist in a bear hug, making Crista feel small about her five-ft frame when her brothersí head reached her chin.
Her dad smiled," It's the perfect ending to the highschool year." Her mom elbowed him, causing him to stutter a moment before finally catching the drift. "That is of course, except for your graduation ceremony."
Crista smiled, practically bouncing from one foot to the other with pent up energy. "Yea well, I'm done highschool, and now I'm free!"
"You were awesome!" Her brother piped, finally releasing her from his death grip hug.
Justin walked over and draped an arm over her shoulders, "You still coming to Erinís' cast party? I can give you a lift."
"Alright honey, we'll see you later." Her mom leaned in and hugged her, but before she pulled away she whispered something to Crista," Just be careful okay?"
Not sure what she meant Crista nodded anyway, eager to get to the party. She ran over to the car where Justin was waiting to drive them to the party.
"All set?" He asked.
Crista grinned wildly," Burn rubber baby!"
~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~
Crista finished her drink and plopped on the couch. In the kitchen, one room over, there was a loud cheering, standing up she quickly made her way into the kitchen to see what was going on. She reached the doorway in time to see Mark crush a beer can on his forehead. Losing her footing she crashed into Dane.
"Jeez," He laughed, moving his drink out of the way, "How much have you had to drink?"
She made some off-hand gesture, "Oh....some rum and vodka mixers....and....three? shots of tequila."
Dane frowned and pried the cooler she just picked up from her hand.
"I think that you're cut off for the night."
She made a pitiful attempt to grab the bottle, but he turned her around and gently pushed her. She moved slowly toward the door leading down to the t.v. room.
"Honey, are you fine to get down those stairs?" Erin asked her.
Crista nodded and proceeded to walk very slowly; if not wobbly, down the stairs. She made it to the bottom when she heard someone come down the stairs behind her. Whoever it was was moving quickly and Crista moved out of the way, thinking they had fell. But when they reached the bottom the person grabbed her and draped her over their shoulder. Squealing she pounded her fists on her captures back.
"Set me down this minute Tony!" Crista screamed.
Tony laughed hysterically as he squeezed her ass. Screaming again she realized that no one from upstairs could hear her over the loud music. She felt a wave of rage and helplessness wash over her. The lights started to flicker as her anger grew. A feeling of intense power flowed through her.
"Let me go!"
She felt the hairs on her body stand up straight as the lights first dimmed, then grew blindingly bright before shattering in sequence around her. The pieces of glass swirled around Crista as Tony dropped her, but remained frozen in place by a drunken fear. Screaming one final time she motioned at Tony with a short wave of her hand and sent the shards of glass flying into his body. before passing out, Crista heard his agonized screams as the thousands of tiny shards pierced the skin.
~~~~******~~~~~~
Crista heard voices above the pounding of her headache.
"Amber, she's a freak! You heard the doctor. I mean, she killed that boy for Christís sake!"
Crista blinked, then quickly closed her eyes against the bright light. She tried to move but felt something restricting pressing on her body.
"Shh, I think she's awake."
She tried to open her eyes again and this time she succeeded. Looking around she saw herself strapped to a bed with rubber straps, enclosed in a dome-like tent. Crista looked over to her parents, who were watching her with a mix of anxiety and fear.
"Mom? What's.....what's going on?"
Amber took a step forward, but her husband put a restraining hand on her shoulder to stop any further advances.
"Honey, something bad happened last night." Her voice wavered.
"What's the last thing you remember?" Her father asked.
"Tony picking me up," She lied. "Can I get up now? Please?"
A man in a wheelchair came in before her parents could reply.
"Crista, please do not be alarmed. My name is Charles Xavier and if you don't mind I'd like to ask you some questions concerning last night."
Crista struggled to sit up, but became discouraged and settled for staring at the ceiling.
"What did you pump into me? I feel horrible."
Xavier came into the tent; to her bedside, "We didn't ëpumpí anything into you. What you're feeling now is commonly referred to as a 'hangover' "
Crista closed her eyes and groaned, wishing the lights weren't so bright.
"Interesting."
She opened her eyes to see that the lights had dimmed. Xavier was watching her intently.
"It seems that your mutant abilities are strongly tied with your emotions."
She paused; letting what he said sink in. A mutant? Her? 18 year old Crista Cullicutt? From New Hope, Nova Scotia?
"I'm not a mutant." She started.
"I'm afraid so my-"
"Don't you 'my' or 'dear' anything," She hissed through clenched teeth," I told you, I'm not a mutant," She looked away," I'm a murderer," She whispered, tears forming in her eyes.
She heard Xavier sigh, "I can help you to harness your gift-"
"You mean curse."
Xavier continued, despite her interruption, "It's a manor in upstate New York where other mutants of your age come to live and study."
"Give up, my parents would never allow it." She said deadpan, still looking the other way.
"Actually Crista, we think you could benefit from going to this school, even if it's just for the summer." Her father told her.
She finally looked at him,"Really?"
She reached with her free hand to grasp and shake Xaviers nearby one, when he quickly retracted his hand out of reach of her own. She looked at Xavier curiously.
"Crista, I'm afraid that while you seem to have a combination of two powers, your ability to conduct electricity is contagious." The professor soothed.
"Contagious?"
"Your skin is a conductor for the electricity your body produces. And until you can learn to control that, I'm sorry to say that you are incapable of skin to skin contact."