Disclaimer: I do not own and am not affiliated with Marvel or any of its characters in any way, shape or form...aside from the fact that I love Marvel that is.
A/N: This is my first fanfic so any comments and criticisms would be great. And if you absolutely just hate it...well, I'm sorry, and thanks for reading.
A/N: This story takes place in yet another Marvel Universe, thus allowing me take as many liturgical licenses as I please.
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, and all the more Beautiful for Amanda Ray because she had no classes. That, and because Max Stevens had asked her to meet him in the garden. Amanda already knew that Max liked her, and she also knew why he wanted to see her.Amanda was a beautiful young woman only 17, but already well-developed, with long Auburn hair that reached down to her waist and deep brown eyes, Amanda drew more than just a casual glance from most of the guys. But it was Max that Amanda had her eyes on; maybe it was because despite finding her attractive, Max hadn't really been interested in her. But Amanda quickly fixed that. Being a Psychic had its advantages, even if she had been told not to use her gift for personal gain.
Thus Amanda was in a very good mood when she opened the back door and took a step outside on her way to the garden where Max was anxiously waiting for her. But her mood was short lived as she tripped over something that was lying on the top step causing her to fall down the stairs and hit the ground hard. With skinned hands and a muttered oath, Amanda turned to look at the step and see what some stupid prick had left there for someone to trip over.
When her eyes came to rest on the naked body of a boy about her own age, she began to scream. Amanda was getting no thoughts from the body, even if he were in a coma she would have gotten something, but all she saw was a deep, cold darkness there there was no life, and where all light was extinguished. Amanda saw only death, and it made her scream all the louder