Ivory; X Men Evolution

Disclaimer: I do not own anything relating to the X-men. I only own the character Ivory.

Hope everyone enjoys my first story!


6 years…

A young girl sat in her home playing with her fingers while her mother stood above her folding some skirts. The house had little to it. Only one room and nothing on the walls. The only furniture to speak of was two small, uncomfortable beds and a dresser with two drawers.

"Are we gonna stay here forever, Mama?" the girl questioned her mother. She stopped moving her fingers and looked up, her big blue eyes gleaming.

"I'm not sure sweetie. We might leave one day," the middle-aged woman gave an obscure answer. She hoped one day she and her child would leave the village and live in a normal town, but right now this was the best she could do for young Ivory.

"When will we—," the girl was cut off by the woman.

"Stop asking questions, dear. Now go to bed. You have your first day of school tommorrow," her mother smiled. Ivory half-smiled back. She wasn't too excited about school. Her mother and she usually didn't associate themselves with anyone else. In other words, she didn't know anyone.


The next morning Ivory was dressed in her usual attire. She wore a black ankle length skirt and simple black shoes, along with her white button down shirt, who's collar was high enough to rub at the the bottom of her chin. A large gray sweater was worn loosely over her blouse. Her bleach blonde hair was tied into as tight bun. Her mother, dressed as her daughter, kneeled down to her child's height.

"You be good today, alright honey?"

"Yes, Mama." Ivory kissed her mother goodbye, then rushed over to the crowd of small children also headed to school.

Most of the morning was dull for Ivory. The teacher talked about God and how to be ladylike mostly. Ivory was falling asleep, until the teacher mentioned a peculiar theory:

"God decided to create the Earth, and all of us in it. He…" I vory raised her hand.

"Yes, child?"

"Well, um, I was wondering, where did God come from?" The teacher gasped.

"Don't ask questions like that." The teacher took the heavy bible she was carrying and dropped it against the poor girl's fingers. Ivory yelped, the started crying.


8 years

Ivory stared at her purple fingers. Ever since that first day, she had been questioning what she had been taught, Some things just didn't make sense to her.

"Mama, is the whole world like this?"

"No sweetie, most places are much different."

"What are those places like that?"

"It's hard to explain. Let's see… Look at this candle. Even this simple things is much different outside of our village. People put this light into a glass containers. They could come in all different colors and…"

"I wanna go there," the little girl mumbled.

"We can't right now sweetie. It's better for us here." Ivory wondered what could be worse than this.

"Tell me more about outside." The two spent the rest of the night talking about how wonderful the cities outside were.


11 years

"Mama! Mama! Look what I can do!" Ivory raced home from school. When she arrived, she saw her mother cooking some kind of stew. "Mama! You won't believe this! I was climbing the big ol' tree coming home, but I fell! I was dead meat Mama! But right before I hit the ground, I just stopped! I was flying Mama!"

"Child, are you sure this is what happened?"

"Hundred percent, Mama!"

The woman sighed. "Oh dear, I didn't think it was hereditary like that…" she murmured.

"What are you talking about, Mama?"

"Honey, when I was thirteen, I also learned that I could fly. I think you got that from me."

"Mama, why did you never tell me?"

"I didn't think I'd have to. Just promise me one thing. Don't ever tell anyone about this. It would just end badly."

"Oh, okay. I promise."


That night, Ivory lay in bed thinking of the city full of lights her mother once told her about. She realized that now that she could fly, she can go there. Easily.

She sat up from bed. Quietly, she grabbed a small bag and loaded it with things she would need. Ivory walked outside.

Trying to focus on flight, Ivory started jumping up and down. When she couldn't she wondered if she just imagined that whole day. She heard a few voices. If they saw her, she knew she would be punished for something. Slowly she worked her way into a frenzied panic.

Suddenly, she was in the air. Ivory giggled. The voices drew nearer, so she moved quickly.

After a while of not seeing anything, Ivory was ready to turn back. But finally, she saw somelights on the horizon. She flew faster. Well, at least she thought she was going faster.

Ivory landed, destroying a few plants along the way. She looked around the small town. Not much, but she was so excited. Ivory realized that she was hungry, so she started walking along the concrete paths. She didn't understand what houses did what, so she had to look in the see-through walls. The sun had risen already.

She walked for a few minutes looking for food in the houses. Finally she saw a man nibbling on a piece of bread and sipping some dark liquid in one of the buildings. The words above the doorway said 'CAFÉ,' but Ivory didn't know that.

'Oh no, I forgot. I don't have any money,' she thought. 'Maybe that man would let me have some of his food. He seems nice.'

Ivory walked towards the bald man she saw in the window. "Excuse me mister, but wouldyou spare some of that bread?" The man was sitting across from a much younger, gruffer man. Ivory tried not to look at him.

"Of course," the man said, sensing the girl's need. He gave her the rest of what he had. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"Nothing," she said as she chewed on the toast.

"Do you happen to be from the small town south of here?" the man asked, observing her clothing.

"No!" she blurted out. "I don't belong there," she said, softer this time.

"It's alright child, what's your name?"

"Ivory," she sniffled.

"You have a very nice name, Ivory. My name is Mr. Charles Xavier. Could you possibly let me help you get back home?"

Slowly, police sirens came into earshot. Ivory's head jerked up turned to the side. Her large eyes widened. The gruff man stood.

"Child, are those police officers looking for you?"

"No! I mean, they can't be."

"Maybe we should go outside and see."

"No!" Ivory was becoming used to this new word. "Don't make me go back there." Her feet started to lift off the floor. Mr. Xavier put his hand on the girl's shoulder.

"I won't make you do anything." Ivory looked at him with pleading eyes. Slowly and carefully, Xavier pushed the girl back to Earth.

Luckily no one saw Ivory and her powers. The waiters of the restraunt were back in the kitchen and it was too early for people walkiing on the streets to see her.

An officer in uniform came in the room. Ivory moved behind Charles' chair to try and hide.

"Excuse me, sir," the man said, walking to the two men. "Have you seen this girl?" He held up a missing child sign with Ivory's face on it.

Apparently, Ivory's hiding place wasn't a good one. The officer saw her. "Is that her, sir?" Before Charles could respond, he grabbed the child's arm and pulled her outside and into the cop car.


"Is this your child, ma'am?"

The mother bent down and picked Ivory up, holding her. "Yes, this is my baby Ivory." The officer asked some questions, and then left. "Oh dear, I though I lost you."

Ivory stayed quiet.


15 years

"I just don't get it. Why would God make all these stars and planets and asteroids and moons if we were the only important things in the universe? Is He stupid or something?"

Ivory and her teacher were in yet another heated argument.

They fought for around ten minutes before finally the teacher ended it, by practically breaking Ivory's fingers with her book.

Currently, Ivory was walking home. It was dark because she had to stay at school for some extra hours. 'That is the last time I will be punished for asking a goddamned question.' Ivory thought as she rubbed her knuckles.

"Bad day again dear?" her mother said sympathetically. She looked over to her daughter, who was now packing her things. "What are you doing Ivory?"

"I'm leaving."

"Ivory, think this through."

"I have Mama. I'm tired of living in a place I don't belong. I'm tired of you saying that we'll leave soon when we never do. I'm going." She started to walk out the door. "Don't try to stop me."

Before her mother could say anything else, Ivory lifted her foot, and stomped down. She was flying, and on her way to a small town she went to about four years ago.

She landed a while afterwards. It wasn't light yet, but it was getting close. Ivory moved to a phonebooth. She got to it and grabbed the yellowbook hanging inside. Ivory found what she was looking for. She ripped out the page, and went back on her way.


Knock, Knock. Professor Charles Xavier got to the door.

"Hi. You probably don't remember me. My name is Ivory."

Charles gasped.