One-hundred moments, one life

NOTES: This fic is mostly a series of events, based on the 100 theme challange.

This is an OCxCANNON fic. Just putting that out there. Although, it is mostly based on just the idea of trying to develope a character I've created. This is mostly just for a bit of fun really, Plus I really wanted to make this, and that's what it's all about right? Doing something because you enjoy it.

I'll apolagise right now for any mistakes I make in grammer or 'X-men' knowledge as I havn't read the comics, but I have seen the movies... Which is the universe these stories are sort of based in.

Each chapter will be a new short story based on a moment in my character's (Carmen Merrin) life before and whilst joining the X-men.

So, Sorry for boring you there, and without further adieu, here's the first challange:

1. Introduction

Carmen Merrin is a mutant. She is in her mid-twenties, but described to be rather... Odd, in the way she acts. Hank McCoy saw this when he first met her, grass green eyes scanning new surroundings.

He found her no less than an hour ago. She was seated on a bench not to far from where he had been. He had been ignoring the glances and glares that were being shot his way, like where he the ultimate give away of her being a mutant was when she let out a lound sneeze, and her short curly ginger hair burst into flames.

Like most mutants, she had been greeting with a fairly unplesent rection to people surrounding her. He watched as she simply let out a nervous giggle. In near a blink of an eye, the flames seemed to twirl down, melting into ginger curls. She looked about, at those glaring at her. Nearly everyone's gaze was focused on her.

"Sorry, My bad." Were the first words he heard escape her lips, her voice was quite pleasent. Bubbly, sweet, those words came to his mind first. "Sometimes it just happens. Sorry." She once apolagised again. She then brought her bag onto her lap and rugmaged through it, as though nothing had happened.

She yelped when something hit the side of her head, sending her tumbling forward onto the floor.

She turned her head and looked up, only to be greeted by a man glaring at her, fists clenched. "Scram mutant. We don't want your kind around here!"

There were a few murmers of agreement in the very small crowd that was forming. The woman gulped, not liking how much attention the scene was getting. She pulled her bag closer and began to get to her feet.

"I-I'm sorry. I honestly didn't mean any harm, I just-" She was grabbed by the collar of her yellow top, and raised up slightly, her tip-toes bearly inches from the floor. The man raised his free fist and drew back.

"I said scram you filthy-"

"Enough!" She blinked, unable to turn her head and see who said that, but she felt a wave a relief wash over her when she was dropped down onto her feet as footsteps approached.

She turned and blinked. Honestly, she wondered if this was the man who had owned the voice. She could almost see it, but he lookied as though he'd have a much deeper voice, not one that was actually rather pleasent now that she thought about it.

He steped towards her, and she found herself mostly drawn to his glasses. They were shiny, and she had always had a weak spot for shiny objects.

"Are you alright, ma'm?" She blinked out of her trance and gave a gentle smile before nodding. With that, he gave another glance around the crowed before leading her away from them.

He had fur, it was blue as well. She always liked blue as a colour, and predictably yellow too. The colour seemed to suit the man who had just saved her, which she didn't need half a mind to figure he too was a mutant. Another of her kind.

New surroundings consisted of a medical area. The man had punched her while wearing a ring. It seemed to be a good idea for how the small cut had formed on her head. She had bearly noticed it, but he had insisted that it be cleared up so it wouldn't get infected.

She bit her lower lip and let out a small hiss as the wound was being cleared, but other than that, didn't make much of a fuss.

When the wound was cleared, she grinned at him.

"Thanks! For everything that is. It was so kind of you to help me." She held out her hand to him. "I'm Carmen Merrin." He smiled at her and took her hand in his to shake it, his gloved hand engulfed her's.

"Henry McCoy."

...Yeah, it was lame, sorry ^^;

I'll try better on the next one, I promise. Anyways, hope you enjoyed it though, please review so I know where to improve.

Catch ya'll later~