WARNING-MATURE CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Darwin's theory of Natural Selection-
-A species will mutate to adapt to their surroundings in order to survive. This process occurs over a long period of time, leaving the weak behind...
December 20th, 1990
Another inch of snow had blanketed the silent streets of Moscow. The hour had come for little ones to be put to bed and all good hearts to retire to their homes.
The night now belonged to the lonley and lost souls of the world now creeping from their nooks in the city, doomed to roam the streets of the night. Janika(YON-e-
ka) shivered miserably as she crawled out from under her newspaper covers. She wore a ragged old jacket that she had found left on a park bench six years ago.
Her gloves had many holes in them, one in which her thumb poked through. She carried herself very well for someone who had been on the streets for the majority
of her adult life. She brushed her once thick dark brown hair from her lips and out of her face and started out into the night. Her stomach ached painfully for a bite
to eat.
Janika crept unnoticed throughout the streets and into the alley ways, rumaging through various trash cans for bits of food that could cure her hunger pains. She
had become invisable to the world, making it quite easy to sneak about and steal the little she needed to survive. The world was clueless to her exsistance. Atleast
this was how it was until tonight. Tonight she had caught the wicked eye of someone in the shadows. Just as silently as she, he crept behind her-waiting for his
oppertunity.
Finally she had found a bit of food. She unwrapped a half of a frozen candy bar, her hands shaking from lack of food and the cold.
"Lost your way, lovely?" a sort of growl seeped out from the shadows and caught Janika's attention. She jumped, starteled and surprised. She looked around
nervously, her crystal blue eyes darting from shadow to shadow. A chuckled followed the growl and from the shadows next to her emerged a very bulky and gruff
man. Janika let out a shriek. The man had the eyes of a wild beast and wore a very big heavy coat covered in fur. Janika was sure she was staring into the eyes of
a demon.
"No sir. I- I was just leaving.." She had already started to turn and walk away, but a strong haand took a hold of her arm, causing her to squeak at the pain that
his grip had created. Janika tried to mantain a cool head, though.
"What's your rush, lovely?" The man sniffed a few times. He roughly pulled Janika closer to him unti she was pressed uncomfortably against his chest. He them
sniffed her hair, breathing heavily into her ear.
"I'm not afraid of you..." she forced out of her now constricting throat. Again, he chuckled.
"Ah...I'm afraid you are...I smell your fear..." he whispered into her neck. Janika sqirmed now, no longer able to hide it. "I can almost TASTE it." he growled. Janika
knew she was in deep trouble now. The man suddenly wrapped his monster hands around her neck and lifted her off the ground. Janika kicked rapidly, scratching
at his hands as her lungs begged for air. He thrusted her into the wall, pinning her there a foot off the ground. She suddenly felt cold air hit her bare chest as she
realized he had ripped her jacket and shirt straight down the front, easier than a piece of paper. He ripped the top of her pants and they fell to the ground. She
shook now more of fear than of the cold. The man pressed himself against her exposed body and forced a kiss upon her. She felt his hands travel her body.
"There's no one who can save you. No one who cares. You're invisable..." he growled as he began to have his way with her. She weeped now...not because of
what he was doing to her, but because deep down she knew he was right...
September 7th 2008-The US
Kurt Wagner sat quietly in the office of Professor Charles Xavier, listening intently to the conversation at hand.
"I fear the U.S. government has been placed in a stalemate due to the recent uprising against mutant kind.The fear of the general public may have forced them to
start looking for solutions to the so called "mutant problem"." the Professor spoke diligently. Even though the topic at hand was a threatening and frightening one
for all in the room, he still managed to keep a calm air about the room.
"There is no mutant problem!" Logan corrected the Professor. He stood leaning against a wall by the door, arms folded and a scowl on his face. the Pofessor gae
him a slight nod.
"Try telling that to everyone else."Storm spoke up. She was a beautiful dark skined woman with kind eyes and white hair. Kurt smiled her way. He had always
had an attraction to her. The rest of the room sat quiet for a moment or two before the Professor spoke again.
"I recieved another visit from my dear old friend Eric. From the sound of it, he has already begun to get ahead of them all. He hinted toward a secret "weapon"
as he referred to it. It's under such strenuous lock and key, though, that he mention a secret weapon of his own to get his hands on it." The Professor continued.
"What is the weapon the government has?" Jean Gray questioned. The Profesor shook his head.
"I'm not sure yet." the room was once again quiet."However I have been able to guess at what Magneto's secret weapon may be"
Kurt decided to join the conversation. "Where can we find it?" he asked, his thick German accent extremley apparent.
"She...is in Russia."
September 8th,2008- Moscow, Russia
"You're so useless!" the fat and drunken man shouted at the top of his lungs. Nadja cowarded in a corner. Her long dark brown hair was curled and piled ontop
of her head. Her lips were painted a dark wine hue and her cheeks looked as if they had been pinched repeated. She wore a sheer robe over her boned scarlette
bodice and black panties. Tears were streaming from her bright purple eyes. She stared up at the man beggingly. "And don't look at me with those freakish eyes!
You know not to look at me!" and with this he grabbed her fragile arm and yanked her from the corner.
"Kasimir, please, I don't want to dance anymore!" She pleaded. the man, Kasimir, showed no mercey.
"You dance! Or else you go back into the streets!You want go back into the streets?" he shouted. Nadja shook her head furiously, tears still streaming down her
face. "Dats what i thought. Now DANCE!" and with that Kasimir threw her out his door. She headed, beaten, to the stage where four other girls were lined up. Each
in a similar get up. She stood in line with them and the curtain opened. Music played and the girls were met wih woots and hollars. As the the girls began to dance,
they pranced around stage teasingly. The men of the audience eyed them hungrily. Nadja was slower in her movements. She spun and dipped, allowing small hints
of regions no man should ever see with out some kind of connection or relationship. She fought the tears. One by one, the other girls were picked and lead off
stage to rooms in the back of the building. Nadja prayed no one wanted her. To her horror, however, a very shadey and lanky man with heavy facial hair stood up
and pointed to her. She stopped her dancing immediatly. She was frozen. She knew what she was supposed to do, but she couldn't move. "YOU!" the man
breathed as he moved closer to her. " You come with me." he ordered. Nadja still could do nothing. Kasimir come out from behind the curtains and grabbed her from
behind.
"You make me money!GO!" and with that he pushed her off stage and into the arms of the man. To her dismay, he smelled strongly of whiskey. Nadja wished she
was invisable...but she wouldn't do it. She swore she wouldn't do it.
She tried her best to fight him, but he was stronger. He drug her to a empty room in the back and slammed the door behind them. It was then that the front door
opened and a tall, brown haired man wearing red sun glasses entered the club, followed closley by Kurt. Immediatly, all eyes flew to them.
"Get out. No freaks in here!" Kasimir said, directed towards Kurt. Scott placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder.
"We're looking for a girl." Scott said. Kasimir approached them. "You want girl, you pay." he said angerly. "We're looking for a specific girl. Her name is Nadja"
"She's with client. You pick another girl." Kasimir shouted. Scott and Kurt now knew it would not be as easy as they had hoped. "Which room is she in?"Scott
asked cooly. Before anything else could be said, the words ,"WHERE DID SHE GO?" echoed from the center room.
"Guess we got our answer." Kurt said.
The man had pulled Nadja roughly into the room. She was terrified. He sat on the bed in the center of the room and leaned back on his elbows.
"You strip!" He ordered her. Nadja shook her head.
"YOU STRIP!" he repeated, but this time he threw a wad of money at her. It hit her in the face. She now allowed the tears to fall. She shuddered and felt her will
power fail.
"I am a failure..."she whispered. She took and deep breath and closed her eyes. In the next instant, she had vanished into thin air. She quickly shed her clothes
so that she was completely invisable and began to silently weep when the man jumped from the bed and began to frantically look around the room for her. She felt
so ashamed.
The man began to tear the room appart, literally, when a cloud of black dust appeared before the door with a slight wooshing noise. There stood a blue man...he
had black hair, yellow eyes and a tail like the devil. Nadja, dispite her invisablity, shrank back toward the corner in fear. The man stopped tearing up the room and
turned to the demon.
"What in the hell are you?" he screamed in terror. It made Nadja jump.
"I am looking for Nadja." Kurt answered, ignoring his rudness. Nadja's heart leapt into her throat.
"I paid for my time. You wait!" the man shouted. But Kurt just gave a sigh.
"Forgive me for this." The man was about to say something back, but Kurt reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a small bottle. Kurt sprayed a
mist of something in the man's face and before Nadja could take another breath, the man had fallen back onto the bed-out like a light.
Kurt sighed again, but then turned his attention to finding Nadja.
"It's okay, you can come out now."He encouraged her. Nadja trembled. "We've come to take you from this place." Kurt suddenly thought of how frightening he
must be. He had just barged in and knocked out this man and said that he was to take her away to god knows where. "Please, you can trust me." He figured this
would not make much of a difference to her but he felt he should reassure her anyway. There was silence for a moment, then a small voice came from the
nothingness.
"Where are you taking me?" Kurt smiled a bit.
"To America. I live at a wonderful place for people like us...a place of learning and acceptance. Would you like that?" He asked. he hadn't attempted to seek her
out, he would wait for her to come to him. Silence again.
"Close your eyes." she said. Kurt looked confused...then he noticed the pile of clothing on the floor and realized she was completely exposed.
"Oh...of course." Kurt felt heat rise to his cheeks as he closed his eyes. He was glad she wouldn't be able to tell he was blushing. Nadja didn't take a chance on
him seeing her in her naked glory. She put the bodice and panties back on before reappearing. "Okay..." she gave him the que to open his eyes. Though she was
not completely naked, Kurt still felt uneasy looking at her in her attire now.
"You must be cold. Would you...like my jacket?" Kurt took off his trench coat and held it out to her. Nadja blushed, embarrassed of what she wore and happily
accepted his offer.
"Now, would you like to meet my friend? We'll take you back to the jet and bring home with us." Kurt said opening the door. Nadja gave a small grin and Kurt felt
a small jump in his stomach.
okay! first chapter! Can I get a woot woot. I know there are a few things in here that are incorrect. I know that Kurt and Scott wouldn't imediatly be able to communicate with the russians because of that whole language difference thing, but I didn't really think anyone would look too much into it. I tried not to rush this chapter too much. I really want to just get the plot started. SO I apologize it you feel it was rushed at all. And lastly, sorry for the sexual nature of the first section with Janika. I know it seems a bit random and unneeded but, maybe you can figure out why it is important. If you know, Write it in a review and I'll give you a m&m cookie if you're right. It will be explained in the next chapter. thanks!-Rooster