Title: Fitting In (working title)
Author: CosmicalMadison
Summary: When Megan Barnes discovers her mutant powers by accidentally killing one of her classmates, she is sure she will never fit in anywhere. When Professor X invites her to his school, she thinks she has a chance, though she will have to work harder than she knows to make a place for herself even here. OC-based.
Rating: T
Genre: Friendship, school, adventure
Author's Note: I'm planning for this to be pretty long, and to run alongside the whole trilogy, so here's hoping you stick around that long! Also, I'm open to title suggestions, as I don't especially like the one I have. It seems too generic. Last but not least, please suggest any specific events from the movies you'd like to see in these fics. Thanks for your help!
Prologue: Discovery
I was twelve when I first discovered my powers, and I was one of the unfortunate ones. It happened like this.
I had always been the geeky one, wearing glasses and doing my homework while everyone else was over at a friend's house or out at the movies. One day a boy named Richie Anderson walked by my house when I was out in the yard and started to tease me about how I didn't have any friends.
It hurt me so bad that I was just about crying - because it was true. I never talked to anyone at school, and no one who knew me would have been willing to call themselves my friend.
As tears welled up in my eyes, I started to turn away and noticed that the neighbor's pitbull was tied up in the next yard. The vengeful thought filled my mind before I could really think it through: how good it would feel to see the animal tear up this mean boy who was tormenting me.
In the blink of an eye, something awful happened. The dog suddenly began barking and growling like crazy, and pulling at its chain. Then, with a sudden snap, its tether broke! The huge animal came running toward Richie. The boy tried to run, but didn't have a chance.
I watched, terrified, yet entranced, as my very wish was answered. Within a minute, Richie Anderson was no more. The monster of a dog tore him to pieces before I could even scream.
Later, onlookers would say that I taunted the dog until he attacked and unchained him myself. I held that I was innocent, but few believed me, even my own family. Everyone knew I had no love of the boy whose life had been lost, though only a select few were smart enough to know that I could never bring myself to kill anyone.