A/N: so i saw X3 and i couldn't help but write a story. It's not exactly about after X3, but does have spoilers.
Chapter 1
Marissa stared up at the starry, night sky. She plucked another piece of grass and twirled it between her fingers. She sighed as she felt the piece of grass wither and crumble between her fingers. Marissa dropped the piece of grass that was now dust. The quiet rumbling in her stomach brought Marissa from her daydreaming in the sky back to Earth.
"What should I eat tonight?"
Marissa sat up from her bed of dead grass and looked around the silent, almost dead, meadow. The wind picked up and whistled in her ears.
"I'm so hungry," Marissa whispered to herself, clutching her growling stomach. Marissa searched the ground for her gloves and rose to feet. She tugged on her gloves and started walking across the field and toward the small village that lay to the east.
Ororo Munroe sat at her desk with her hands folded, deep in thought. Student's voices wafted up from the garden through the opened window, distracting Ororo from her current problem. The school would stay open, but how long would it last without Charles Xavier as its leader? She didn't have the leadership skills as Charles did. Yes, she was a teacher and she could handle a classroom of students, but she couldn't handle a whole school. She could handle leading a team into battle, but she didn't know war strategies. She knew fight and survive.
Ororo rubbed her head, trying to clear her head of these thoughts, when a knock on the door disrupted her. The door opened and a raven haired head popped in.
"Excuse me Professor Munroe, but I think I found something that might interest you," the girl said, taking a step into the study.
"Of course, come in, come in. What did you find?" Ororo said, ushering the young girl in.
"I found a mutant," the girl said, sitting down in the seat close to the desk. Ororo raised her eyebrow. Finding one mutant wasn't that special. "She's different though. There's something about her. I've been watching her for sometime to see what it was and she's really powerful. I don't know what she can do but it's something special."
"Do you know her exact location?" Ororo asked, hope building inside of her.
"Give me fifteen minutes and I will," the girl said, standing up.
"Meet me at the jet when you know," Ororo said, dismissing the girl. "Oh, and Lana," Lana stopped and turned around. "Good job."
Lana smiled. "Thank you Professor," she thanked, leaving the study.
Ororo smiled when Lana left. Lana had found a mutant, and not just any mutant; a powerful mutant. Things would settle in and get back on track. Things would be normal again, or at least as normal as they could be with mutants running around showing off.
Ororo smiled again and got up from her desk and went out of the study in search of Logan.
"Logan!" Ororo called out into the hall. Ororo looked down both ends of the hallway, looking for Logan's familiar face. "Logan!" she called again.
"What do you want?" a sleepy face called out. Ororo followed the voice and opened the door to a disheveled Logan laying in his bed.
"Wake up, we have a new mutant to recruit," Ororo said, pulling the sheets off of Logan in order to wake him
"Can't you do it by yourself?" Logan asked, sitting up and rubbing his face.
"No, you're a professor and an X-men; you're going," Ororo said sternly, walking out of the room.
"Whoa! Since when have I been a professor?" Logan asked, sliding out of his room pulling on a pair of jeans.
"Since now. We need more help. I've also recruited Mr. Hank McCoy," Ororo explained, walking down the hall toward the jet.
"You've employed that hairy beast," Logan questioned.
"Yes, just like I've employed the hairy beast I'm talking to," Ororo laughed. Logan could only glare at her retreating back.
Marissa studied the apple she held in her hand in the moonlight. It looked good enough in the dark but she was never sure. She always ended up picking the bad ones. Marissa shrugged, put in the basket she held in her other hand, and moved on to the next fruit stand.
"¡Ladrón¡Alto! "
Marissa turned around and stared at the man that challenged her. She didn't have time for this, she was hungry.
"I don't have time for this," Marissa muttered under breath. She took a bite of a peach, thanking the gods that her mouth didn't affect anything, and took off her glove. Marissa turned around despite the man's shouts and slowly let her hand graze the fruit stand. She almost laughed when she heard angry shouts turn to those of fear. She put her glove back on, slowly eating her peach.
"¡Bruja¡Bruja!"
Marissa continued walking down the dirt street, watching as lights suddenly blared out of windows and doors opened. Nobody ventured out of their house, though.
As Marissa continued walking down the street without any obstacles, she suddenly felt very cold. She wrapped her arms around her self and shivered, shocked by the sudden change of temperature.
"It doesn't get this cold down here, what's going on?" Marissa asked herself, staring in shock and fog started to roll down the street and surround.
Marissa panicked and started running. The only sound in the night was her rapid breath, so when she suddenly heard someone else breathing heavily, she panicked even more. Marissa looked back, still running, trying to glimpse who was chasing her. Marissa suddenly looked forward and ran straight into cold wall.
"Shit," Marissa moaned, falling to the ground. She quickly felt her nose hoping it wasn't broken. She already knew she had a huge bump on her head. The sound of someone laughing brought Marissa back to her senses. She got up as quick as she could while taking off her glove and faced her pursuer.
"What? Are you going to tear me apart with your fingers?" a rough voice called out through the fog.
"Who are you?" Marissa called.
"Here to help you," a softer, more womanly voice called. Suddenly the fog cleared away and Marissa was able to see who she was talking to. The woman was tall and thin and had short snow white hair with colored streaks in it. The man who Marissa assumed had spoken first was tough and muscular looking. He had three blades in between his fingers in each hand. A third male suddenly popped up from the shadows. He was much younger than the other two and he was laughing.
"Who are you?" Marissa asked again.
"We're the X-men. We're mutants just like you," the woman said calmly. "My name is Ororo Munroe, this is Logan," pointing to the man with the blades, "and this is Bobby Drake," gesturing to the younger man.
"You're mutants?" Marissa asked, very confused.
"I created the ice wall you just ran into," Bobby laughed.
Marissa glared at him. "Thanks, now I'll have the bump on my head that I've always wanted." Bobby laughed even harder. Marissa slipped on her glove wishing she could just touch him.
"Come on kid, let's get out of here before the locals come," Logan said.
"Excuse me?" Marissa questioned. Who did he think he was bossing her around?
"Do you really want to pay the price for stealing?" Logan asked. Marissa thought about it for a minute and then grinned.
"When do we leave?" she said brightly. She was tired of this village. She was tired of being homeless. She was tired of being a bruja. She needed a change.
Marissa followed the three mutants down the streets until they reached a black jet.
"Whoa, you flew that here?" Marissa asked, shocked. "Without anyone knowing?"
"Yeah, we did," Bobby said in a smug voice. Marissa was being to like him less and less. Marissa walked up the stairs and into the jet. She took a seat and looked around.
"How did you find me?" she asked after they had taken off.
Ororo paused, thinking of how she could explain the Cerebro. "Well, we have this device that can locate all mutants."
"And I just happened to be the lucky mutant that got picked tonight?" Marissa guessed.
"Not exactly," Ororo said.
"I found you. I've been following you for some time," a girl Marissa didn't notice before said. Marissa stared at her as she came out of the shadows. She was about the same age as Marissa but she had this aura of power. Marissa took a step away from her.
"You've been stalking me?" Marissa asked.
"No, I didn't know who you were. I just knew that you had great power and I thought that Professor Munroe would want to know about you so I kept track of you trying to found of where you lived exactly," the girl said.
"Professor? You're a teacher? I'm going to a school?" Marissa asked, suddenly alarmed. She didn't sign up for schooling.
"Yeah kid, you're going to school, so shut up and treat us with respect because we're your new authority figures," Logan growled. Marissa sat back in shock. She had never been spoken to like that. She didn't like it.
After a minute of shocked silence, Marissa finally sat back, crossed her arms, and glared at all of the passengers in the jet.
"They didn't even ask me my name," she muttered under her breath.
A/N:
Ladrón-theif
Alto-stop (yes, alto does mean tall but it also means stop)
Bruja-witch
Pequeño Muerte-Little Death
(haha, lord know how many years of spanish finally paid off)
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