It's been well over a year since I posted anything on here. My friend and me have worked for months just developing the character and considering this is the very beginning of our story it's much shorter than I would've liked but I will probably revise this later on. Thanks for reading and please leave construtive reviews!

-Sara A.

"Cher, be careful when ya do dat!" Gambit said in his thick Cajun accent as his new student flew backwards to the ground after a decent attempt at channeling her energy in her palms and attempting to shoot it out. There was a mess of black hair on the grass off the Xavier Institute lawn that slowly got up wiping the dirt off her suit. She quietly came back up in her original stance in front of the Cajun.

"I'm fine, Remy. How does it work again?" She said softly extending her hands focusing on a target. He gave a quiet sigh.

"It's simple, cher. You're gonna think about that power of yours goin' to that there target." He said, pointing to her objective. She wasn't new at the Institute by any stretch she had been her for six years and was able to take the psionic energy of thoughts and transform it into concussive booms. Now making her turn it into a single beam was much more of a challenge, if not downright lethal.

"Angelina, concentrate, Remy don't wanna go flyin' now" She simply nodded, closing her deep blue eyes.

"So for the first day of training, how am I doing?" Angelina asked, curiously, focusing her eyes on the circular target. A soft light surrounded her palms as the energy started pulsing quietly. A boost of excitement ran through Remy's red and black eyes that slowly turned into fear as he saw her the energy pulsing at a more rapid rate and in the blink of an eye, her boots were off the floor and with a shriek they were both lying in the grass.

"Gambit?" She asked as he got up shaking his old beige coat and the grass out of his shoulder-length brown hair.

"Yes, Siphon?"

"Should we call it quits for the d-" She was quickly cut off by a quick nod as he grabbed her forearm hoisting her up.

"You'll get it 'ventually, Cherie." He said following her walk back into the mansion as they parted ways.

She took a warm shower, relaxing the tension in her body after a long day of training with Wolverine and then Gambit she was exhausted. She knew Gambit must have felt the same way mentally the first day of training had been a complete slump. She had blown up a good bit of the obstacles out much to Logan's dislike but she had still survived that. Tomorrow she'd have to work on her telepathy even more than she had already with Professor Xavier. In the beginning of her stay she could not turn off her mind reading so she was constantly reading every ones mind and using the energy from them, when that energy filled her mind she would create large booms destroying whatever was around her. The rest of it she didn't like to think about most of the X-Men know what had happened she had come to them when she was only sixteen while her power was so under the radar Cyerbro hadn't detected it when it had manifested at twelve. she grabbed a towel and whipped off her body drying her long black hair, staring at her figure. She was a little taller than average and had a shapely pale body, plump lips. Her dark black hair that looked like raven's wings and her eyes that looked like sapphires in the pale moonlight, then a pair of plump dark pink almost red lips underneath a soft but pointed nose. She quickly threw on a pair of pajama bottoms and a baggy t-shirt walking down stairs to the kitchen, yawning and stretching her limbs. There was already someone scavenging through the fridge.

"Angelina, get some sleep kid," Logan said pulling out a beer and opening it with his adamantium claws.

"When our training sessions aren't at the crack of dawn you can chastise me. The younger kids are running for their lives to get away from your lessons," she said, giggling. She quickly grabbed a small pint of ice cream and a spoon. He gave her a glare and swiftly left as she sat down eating, only to hear another set of footsteps walk down in a jazzy rhythm.

"Belle, ain't you supposed to be in bed?" He said abruptly stopping his footing and staring. She looked at him with the spoon in her mouth, waving her hands in the air as through she was angry. He grabbed the spoon from her mouth and sat down across from her.

"First, Logan, now ,you! I'm hungry," she said, relaxing a bit, trying to grab her spoon back from Remy.

She had never gotten a good look at him he had brown hair and strange eyes that gave him a devious appearance that coupled with his height and build made him look incredibly intimidating to someone who wasn't accustomed to the many mutants that had wandered the very halls of the Institute. He caught her eyes wandering around and gave a chuckle.

"Like whatcha see, cher?" He said jokingly, pulling the spoon further away from her. She grabbed the tub of ice cream and started flicking the goo at him, a pink glob of it effectively landing on his nose. His eyebrows knitted together and she seemed to be trying to sink into her chair.

"Remy, don't think dat was very kind of ya but when you wanna play dirty he don't got a problem with dat," he said smirking as he charging the spoon with a purple hue and as he flung it she quickly evaded by ducking under the table, eyes as wide as saucers.

Boom!

It was small but still left a good amount of smoke to cough through and enough to make Logan charge into the kitchen, claws poised and ready for the smallest threat.

"What was that?"

"LeBeau," she said flatly, pointing at him. He glared both down and sheathed them back into his skin, giving them a warning and that the mansion needed to remain in one piece.

"When I was livin' in New Orleans, I was a member of a Thieves' Guild down ther, whiskers over there don't scare me," he said in his thick accent. Angelina gave a quick chuckle.

"As a child no one knew much about mutants so they believed I was a schizophrenic, I blew up a theraphy building during an ECT." His eyes widened slightly as she got up and cleaned the ice cream off the counter where it had exploded, giving Remy a napkin to clean his face of the cherry goo.

"Night, Remy." She said adjusting her pajamas and jogging up to her room as he said replied back