Author's Note: New Story! Yay! I had this in my computer for nearly a year and I think it's time to share it.

I did not own any characters or WWE...wish I could have own a few, but I guess my things will have to do the trick.

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In Control
Chapter 1

The world can be a cruel place, but the truth is that it doesn't have to be; even you know what to do. You just need to know where you stand and just stay there. You don't need to make a big scene just to make your place in this world. Our world is always going to be full of good and evil. You either stand on the side of good or the side of evil, it is up to you. Where do I stand? Well, I stand where I want to and just go by life the best I can. People can judge me, but I don't have to impress them to keep them happy. I just have to be myself to let people know that this is me. If they don't like me for me, it's their loss. I'm not here to win any popularity contest; you can leave that in high school. I just living life to the fullest and nobody will tell me otherwise.

"Melina?" I heard my name being called, as I put my jacket on. I turned my head to see my father, well not really my real father yet he is a father figure to me, Marc, standing at the doorway of his bedroom. "Where are you going, Sweetie?" His green eyes stared at me, while I pushed some of my blonde highlights out of my chocolate brown eyes.

"Just going down to Starbucks to get me a coffee, since we are out of coffee here," I told him, pointing to the open cabinets. Usually we do have coffee in the home, but we just been too busy to stock up. Hello high school student here and a teacher at a local school, not mine thank goodness, that doesn't really give us the time to run to the store to get things that helps us to survive this world. "I think I saw a spider in the cabinet, do you think you can kill it?" He just shook his head at me, rubbing the hair on his chin.

"Go to the store and get some real coffee for me, you know I don't like that Starbucks crap," he replied, getting his wallet from his room. He returned in about a minute, while I was getting my black Converse on, and hand me some money to get our best friend, coffee.

"I will Papa; I know what coffee will wake you up." I gave him a smile, putting the money in my black jeans pocket.

"Remember Melina, do…"

"Papa, I know. You always warned me and I know well enough," I reminded him, blowing him a kiss and giving a wink. "I will be back in about thirty minutes with coffee for my tummy and the cabinet." I exited our little apartment and head down to the streets.

Opening the door to the apartment complex, the sound of horns honks, people talking, children laughing, and bird singing hit me like a ton of brick. Did I mention I'm not a morning person, until I have my coffee in my system? I put my white hoodie over my ebony wavy-curly hair and walked down the three steps to hit the public sideway. My lucky Converse, yes there are lucky to me so there, hit the pavement, as I began my journey to the local grocery store that was three blocks away. Glancing around my surroundings ever so often, seeing what my neighborhood looks like while growing up here all my life. Building looks ready to crumble down with a touch, the grass wasn't really green, but it did have a tint, trash was everywhere that you think nobody have ever heard of go green, children playing in the dirt lots as their playground, and people around every corner selling anything just to make cash. I know the feeling, I use to have a lemonade stand making cash, until a car crash into it, but not me near it, it happened at night. You can say it, I live in the ghetto of town, where nobody with status would dare to step foot on the border between the ghetto and normal status, unless it was for votes I suppose, but then again I can't vote yet.

I was about to turn the corner, when a blast of fire came out of the alley, blocking my path to the store and Starbucks. Now my morning is official ruined if I can't get my coffee before 8. Shielding my eyes from the fire, I can hear struggling going on in the alley. People were screaming and running from the flames, as I stood there feeling the heat coming towards my body. Luckily, thanks to my lucky shoes, the flames finally went down and I uncovered my eyes. Before I could take a step back or even blink, I felt myself flying across the street. Now I know that I can't fly, as I brace myself for impact. I could hit the walls crashing around me, yet for some reason I didn't feel the bricks or even wood. Finally I hit the ground with a thump, bumping my head on the ground. I had my eyes closed the whole time, as I opened one to see that I went through about two buildings. Now both my eyes were open wide to see the amazement of the building. That wasn't a good idea for me, as my head was hurting me. Great, first I couldn't get my coffee and now I have a headache that will grow to the size of California, maybe I need to get a new pair of lucky shoes. I was trying to move up, but I was being held down. I looked down at my waist to see two arms wrapped around my waist like a belt. I lift my head up to make out green eyes like my father, staring down at me. I tried to focus to see just the one person, yet right now I believe that he is a triplet for all I care at this moment. I can make out blonde, green, blue and purple hair…did I really see it right? That many colors in a hair? I blink to shake my sudden headache, but it's not working, as I felt the guy releasing me. Then a voice yelled out in the air, while I listened.

"Get your ass over here, Hardy!" The multi-color man got up and ran back to the alley, through the two building, well actually he was limping back. He didn't check on me to see if I was fine, I can see that he isn't really a gentleman, jerk.

I finally got back to my feet after being on the ground for a few minutes. I stumbled my way out of the buildings and turning back to see the damage.

"Whoa, Papa wouldn't like me coming back to him in a million pieces," I spoke, seeing if I actually went through the wall without Skittles, yeah Skittles because of the hair; I would be a human puzzle. I made sure that my hoodie kept my face covered. I really didn't want anyone who was that person who went through two buildings. I don't need it to get back to my father. I slowly walked to the alley, because I was curious about the noise. Plus Skittles ran that way and I want to know who he was. I poke my head around the corner to see what was happening.

Four people, one that is the guy known as Hardy, were fighting. One guy was covering in what it looks snake scales. He appeared to have super strength, as he threw a dumpster at a guy that was white as a ghost and I do believe white, though it's funny to see how bright his hair is compare to his skin. Hardy, but I like Skittles better was actually flying above them, shooting rays out of his hands. Really, he can fly and shoot rays, but he can't even check to see if I was alive. The last guy had agility like a cat, well close to a cat. He was teleporting in and out, using martial arts against the guy that really needs a tan. I was just amazed by their abilities that I didn't notice that the snowman saw me.

"So a lass wants to play?" he spoke with a thick Irish. His hands turned into ices and shot an ice beam towards me. I didn't have time to react, as I felt two arms around my waist. I saw that it was teleport guy, as he gave me a quick wink. I felt myself moved, as we were on the other side of the alley. He teleport us away to let the ice beam hit the trashcan.

"You shouldn't be around here," he spoke, releasing me, "Get out of here, before you get hurt." Oh great I love to hear that I'm just weak and blah, blah, blah, well maybe it's time to show these boys what girls can do, well at least me. I gently lay two fingers against his skin on his hand. I gave him a wink, as his hazel eyes rolled in the back of his head and he dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

"Thanks for letting me zap you," I told him, but he can't hear me, as he was sleeping like a baby. I looked to see the other two of his friends were still fighting with the Frosty the Snowman. I better end this, before it gets out of hand and the authorities get involved. I used his teleportation power to get over to Frosty. I appeared in front of him with a smile on my face and my hands ready to "borrow" his powers.

"You are one of them?" he asked, as I just put my fingers on his bare arm.

"I'm me and that is all you have to know," I answered him. Frosty groaned, as he fell back, hitting the pavement with a thump. "Now that has to hurt." I felt a hand on my shoulder, as I tense up. Thinking that whoever was going to take my hoodie off, I turn fast, closing my eyes and letting the ices come out of my hands, blasting whoever touch me.

"Damn it!" yelled someone, as I opened one eye to see it was Skittles frozen from chest down against the wall. He tried to move, but it was solid ice. "You could have warned me or something!" You deserve it for leaving me, without checking on me. He struggled against the ice, as he looked at the snake guy, really he is a snake with the yellow slit eyes and I think I see a rattler tail on him, but I dare not to check out his ass in case he bites. "Orton, help me out of here." The snake man known as Orton shed his skin and appeared normal looking…oh what am I saying he is hot! Okay all three guys are hot, what can I say I'm a girl who is boy crazy. Orton looked at Skittles with his steel blue eyes and smirked.

"You shouldn't have scared her, and then you wouldn't be in the mess. I'm going to let you chill there for a bit," he told Hardy, turning his head to look at me. I kept my eyes locked on my dirty Converse now, as I didn't want them to look at me.

"So you are one of us I see?" he spoke to me, as I didn't reply to him. I hate went people try to judge you for powers, looks, or even fashion sense. "You have something really unique. You have powers like my friend, Punk and Sheamus." Well, duh, I just "borrowed" their powers you know.

"Sheamus?" I spoke quietly to him, but I didn't look up at him. I'm hoping that name belong to Frosty because if it is Skittles, he is in for a few laughs.

"The guy with the skin color of Casper, the Friendly Ghost." He pointed to the body of Frosty. I believe I will stick with Frosty thank you; he doesn't look like a Sheamus to me. "You are pretty brave to handle him, yet I never seen him fall that fast." I decided that it was time for me to split. I didn't really want to explain myself to anyone right now. All I wanted was coffee, which I still have to get but this isn't the time to think of coffee. I just use my powers in public and in front of others that have powers too. If you didn't put two and two together, yes there are mutants in this world and people do judge us as freaks or odd individuals, but I'm just me no matter what. Orton saw me shifting my feet to leave, as he placed his hand on my jacket sleeves. I tried to get away, but he pulled me towards him. The reason he is stronger than me and that is his normal strength, I think.

"I do have a few questions for you," he started. Ugh, no I'm not answering any questions, because I need my attorney with me or at least my father.

"Sorry," I told him, placing my fingers on his hand. I took his snake like powers, as he dropped on the ground. Skittles looked at Orton, to Punk, to Sheamus, back to Orton and finally at me.

"You drain his power and energy?" I didn't answer him, turning myself away from Skittles. "Hey I'm talking to you." He was really getting on my nerves, though he is hot, but on my nerves to where I want to hurt him. I can feel my body turning scaly, so the snake skin was coming into play. I pull my hoodie off, as my eyes were snake like and skin covered with scales. I know that there is no way he will found out who I am. Thank you Snake Eyes, and yes that is Orton, for your powers to hide my appearance. I picked up a dumpster and threw it at Skittles with ease, breaking the ice and watching him fall.

"You never saw a mutant who can drain anything." I didn't bother to say sorry I wanted to smash your face in but I missed, as I tried to get out of the alley yet Skittles block my way.

"Now explain yourself," he ordered me, as I snorted. I don't take orders from anyone but my father. I turned on my heels and tried the other exit. Punk, I couldn't think of a nickname for him so he will stay with his name, appeared in front of me with a smirk. Damn he woke up; I should have drained him more.

"You got me once, but you aren't going to do that again," he told me, keeping his eyes on me. "Now tell me why you drain me because I save your butt and you know it." I avoided my gaze to him, as Snake Eyes was groaning, meaning he was waking up...this isn't good for me at all. I thought of two things to do and I have to do them or be trap by three hot guys with tempers. I grabbed Punk by the collar of his shirt with ease.

"Hey what the!" he exclaimed, as I lifted him over my head with ease. I turned towards Skittles and threw him hard. Punk yelled, landing on Skittles, who fell back onto Snake Eyes, who was finally awake and getting up. I gave them a salute and turned.

"See you never!" I ran out of the alley, throwing my hoodie on. I can feel my skins turning back to normal, as I kept running as fast as the wind. How am I going to tell my father that I use my powers in public and more important, when are we going to get coffee in the apartment again?

I finally got back to the apartment in the speed of light, well if I had super speed I would use it, but I am just normal speed, but it is faster than usual. I hurried up the thirty-three steps and entered my apartment home. I closed the door and locked it in a hurried. Taking my jacket off and throwing it to the ground, I turned around and rested my back against the door. My father was standing in the kitchen with a stern look on his face. Damn…he knows and I was trying to keep my thoughts quiet. Yet it is hard, since he is a mind reader and telepathic. Did I mention my father is a mutant too, but at least he has the ability to touch?

"Melina Valentina…" he began, as I slid down to the ground. My middle name in that tone means I'm in deep trouble. I'm in the middle of the ocean on a rowboat with one paddle. Might as well just sink the boat and let me drown.

"Papa, I can explain, really I can, just need a few minutes to give you a story that sounds good," I joked with him, giving out a nervous giggle.

"I told you to not use the powers and now three knows your abilities." And here come the speech again, and to think I have heard it about oh three hundred times from him, but who is count it.

"Papa, I tried but it's not my fault. I saved them from turning into ice cubes," I countered him. Oh that will show him. He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face.

"I'm happy you are helping other, but still I don't want anyone to bother us and especially you, Sweetie. You deserve to have a normal life and I want to give it to you. Even if I have to bring my minions here to be your bodyguards, I want to give you the best life you can have." I just laughed at him nervously. He was serious about his minions, I mean; he is dubbed with the name of the Lord of Darkness, because he can control the dead as well. Yeah my father is a dead man, no pun intended but it's funny to call my father a dead man. He just shakes his head and growl a bit. I know that he loves being called that, but he could never admit it. I got up and wrapped the blanket that was on the couch over me. I walked over to him and gave him a hug. I didn't really want to drain his power, but it wouldn't be the first for me.

"Papa, I'm happy for what you have done and would not trade it. I will be careful for now on. Next time I will steal his power to fly away before a fight begins." He chuckled and patted my head.

"What am I going to do with you, Melina?"

"Feed me breakfast, I'm starving."

Preview of Next Chapter

"I can't see!" cried out Maryse, trying to get a hold of me or Gail. Maryse hates the dark so much, as she got a hold of my arm. "Turn the light back on. The Boogieman will get me and I'm too pretty to die, Melina." I rolled my eyes, as Gail sighed.

"Maryse, you remember that you do have powers that create lights."

"Oh!" Maryse let go of my arm and smiled. "I forgot." Gail and I looked at each other and gave a look that we wonder how we are best friends with her. Maryse held one of her fingers up and a small spark appeared on the end of her finger.

"Maryse that isn't bright enough to get us out of here. I mean its pitch black here!" I told her, making out her face in the light.

"Fine," sighed Maryse and making the light brighter on her finger. It lit up the room, as a shadow was hovering over us.

"Ugh…we are the only three in the cafeteria, weren't we?"

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy the first chapter. I was watching X-Men and thought this would be perfect with the WWE. And I haven't done a story with Melina in such a long time. Next chapter, you will see Gail and Maryse.