Chapter One: Area 51 and a rumour of mutants

--Okay, just an intro into what's gonna happen. This is my first ever fan fic. It's going to be action, romance (so far couplings at Betsy/Pyro, Rogue/Remy, Kitty/Peotre and a couple of more subtle ones), angst and maybe the slightest hints of slash. Alright, I've read a lot of fan fic around and I kinda wanna blend it into almost a Chronicle. Fans of Psylocke, forgive me or send me hate mail for absolutely butchering her character. It's roughly based on the 1990's Cartoon series Psylocke, but I've slipped in a few different extra powers and kinda redid her history completely. Oh and I don't like strong British accents so, ha! She's not British anymore! I haven't actually seen her X-Men Evo, but, then again, I moved places and I don't have Austar or cable and never watched all the series. At the beginning of each chapter, I'll probably make a note about how horrible I am for butchering the history and all, so here's the first:

Okay, instead of the mansion being destroyed completely, I've just had a few people captured. Let's say they went looking for a new mutant talent, but Hydra had also heard 'bout it and made their move. Everyone bailed, but Rogue, Spyke, Blob, Mystique and Wolverine weren't fast enough…and cos I never saw Jubille in X-Men Evo, let's just say it was her everyone was after and she went with the X-Men. I'll base her off what I've read and the 1990s series. Ummm…I've made X23 recaptured after her first episode. Magneto has his Acolytes and that already. The mutants are all known at Bayville High, but I never liked Principal Kelly, so I've put Mystique back in charge there.--

The mutant Elizabeth Braddock – codename Psylocke- was a shadow within a shadow. Her black hair had been pinned to the back of her head and she was dressed in a black ninja costume. Sexy ninja outfit, actually- she may have been raised as a weapon, spy and assassin, but she was, after all, a seventeen-year-old girl, also called Betsy by the very few who knew her well.

She pondered what she was doing there. It had been three months since she and X23 had escaped and parted. Yet, while Psylocke had lain low, X23 had made her way to- what could he be called- father, creator? She had dodged S.H.I.E.L.D but had been reclaimed by Hydra. Psylocke was back on a rescue mission to the place that haunted her nightmares.

Area 51. Mutant experimentation facility- her old home. She waited for the guard to change.

(-3-)

"All clear on the west side," a monotone voice said into the small radio he held. The owner of that voice was a mutant hater- he had signed on to help quash the mutant threat, not guard storage sheds. He sighed heavily and headed for the brightly lit barracks.

There was the slightest of thumps behind him and he paused, scanning the area with the torch that looked surprisingly like a club.

Psylocke smiled to her self.

"Go time," she said quietly.

She would try to remain concealed for as long as possible. She rapidly climbed the wire fence. Her sinuous form slipped barely between the tall wired fence's top and the crackling electric wires above her. She dropped with a sharp intake of breath. She landed on her feet then did a foot spring forward to land in a crouching position to take the shock of the three metre of the drop.

She lifted her head as the torch light passed then whipped back to focus on her.

"Freeze, freak!" came the guard's voice and there was a click of a loaded pistol; Psylocke lifted her head to focus on him with emotionless blue eyes.

"That hurts my feelings you know. Especially coming from a dirty human like you."

Psylocke rolled to the side, throwing two rocks at the guard. As the guard flinch backwards, Psylocke kicked his pistol hand up then elbowed him in the side hard. The guard gasped then wheezed for air and Psylocke slammed into the ground, twisting one of his arms to into his back and pinning the back of his neck and arm down with her knees.

"Good boy," she said to him.

Reaching a gloved hand (fingerless gloves) to touch the vulnerable spot on the back of his neck, the man relaxed. Still gripping the guard by the back of the neck, she took control of his mind and body.

The man, as if unaware he had been beaten by a girl less than half his weight and was now being held by the scruff by said ninja, spoke into his radio again.

"Mike- I'll take the next shift on the West Side too."

There was a crackle of static then a chuckle.

"Thanks mate. Something's up in the centre- caught 'emselves a bunch o'mutants."

There was static then silence. Psylocke released the man who shook his head, wondering why he'd just done that. Suddenly remembering Psylocke he flipped around, before a glowing purple blade impaled him. Well, he thought he'd been impaled and everything turned black as he hit the ground again.

(-3-)

Psylocke's hand glowed as the psionic blade dispersed itself. She was a mutant of many powers, albeit others were not as developed as others. She was an empath, which meant she could dip into other minds and find feelings and sometimes even snatch thoughts and memories. She could, as she had just demonstrated, control others when making skin contact. As a result of genetic experimentation, she had a superb sense of balance and the cartilage and ligaments in her joints were strong and elastic. She had enhanced hearing and sight. Although she was very slight, she was strong. Psylocke thought they had messed with feline genes. However, there was one power she had honed to a point…or a blade, one could say.

She possessed telekinesis. Not the kind where 'Wow! I can levitate a chair!' She could form weapons using the power of her mind. She could create blades capable of cutting through steal as easily as air. She could send discs spinning accurately enough to bisect a falling pine needle. She could, but she chose not to. She hated spilling blood, especially since she was so adept at doing so.

The combination of empathy and telekinesis meant she could form a different blade. This blade could interrupt a living organism's neurons. Basically, depending on how much power she put into it, she could paralyse, knock out or even put an enemy into a comatose state. Using her empathy and a direct path into a victim's mind, she could even destroy memories or shape new ones.

But, enough about that- back to Psylocke and her reaction to the news.

(-3-)

"Other mutants…?" she echoed to herself, then shook her head. She had to find X23, not bust out mutants, who were too stupid to hide their powers.

"Not my problem."

She formed a sharper blade and sliced neatly through a wall, as red lights flashed.

"West Wall perimeter has been breached. Be on full alert," a calm, female voice echoed over the loudspeaker.