My first official fan fiction submitted into anywhere. Just read, and yeah.
But first, the dreaded, ever-famous disclaimer!!!!
I own nothing. Except Void. No suing, pleezy.
Xavier smiled warmly at Dara, the small, embarrassed 15 year old 'Goth' mutant. "It will be all right, Dara, you will have no problems fitting in here.." he almost mumbled to her. She followed her shyly, willingly, towards the main room, to meet all the other mutants. She liked it there, when she first came. But this was the time before her migraines started, before she was a real freak. She was a regular girl then, other than her shadow control, just like her twin sister's. A few weeks later, her attacks started. At first, they were just small headaches, cured easily with IB proufen. Then, they started getting worse, and starting to form prominent black clouds over her head. Out from them would sprout a shadow demon, as she called them, and all they did was bring her disaster and ruin. The first time, it was after High school finals, and it attacked Iceman. That's when the trouble started. She dissipated it, after it almost killing one of her closest friends. She woke up with Black, as in coal, ebony, Void black. Then, she grew appendages. She had a new tail, wings, fangs, claws, and horns. She was depressed, and more feared to be around the institute as she grew more inpatient and grumpy. She sighed, pulling her knees closer to her chest. Resting her head on them, she started to mutter some lyrics from one of her favorite bands. "The world is a scary place, now that you've woken up the demon, in me." She sighed again, a tear rolling down her cheek. That was it. The last straw. She was leaving, and no one could stop her. She needed to go somewhere, where she was accepted, not feared or shied away from. She ported out of her room, bringing a black duffel bag with her. She checked the laces on her steel-toed boots, and pulled her trench coat closer around her. She climbed on her black Kawasaki, putting on a helmet. She lowered the visor, showing artwork of large, demonic horns. She revved the engine, pushing up the kickstand. She was going to the Acolytes.
OK then. There you go. My first fan fiction!!!! I accept constructive criticism, but f you don't like it, then shove off. *smiles sweetly* Thankee!!
~rheapyroperson
I own nothing. Except Void. No suing, pleezy.
Xavier smiled warmly at Dara, the small, embarrassed 15 year old 'Goth' mutant. "It will be all right, Dara, you will have no problems fitting in here.." he almost mumbled to her. She followed her shyly, willingly, towards the main room, to meet all the other mutants. She liked it there, when she first came. But this was the time before her migraines started, before she was a real freak. She was a regular girl then, other than her shadow control, just like her twin sister's. A few weeks later, her attacks started. At first, they were just small headaches, cured easily with IB proufen. Then, they started getting worse, and starting to form prominent black clouds over her head. Out from them would sprout a shadow demon, as she called them, and all they did was bring her disaster and ruin. The first time, it was after High school finals, and it attacked Iceman. That's when the trouble started. She dissipated it, after it almost killing one of her closest friends. She woke up with Black, as in coal, ebony, Void black. Then, she grew appendages. She had a new tail, wings, fangs, claws, and horns. She was depressed, and more feared to be around the institute as she grew more inpatient and grumpy. She sighed, pulling her knees closer to her chest. Resting her head on them, she started to mutter some lyrics from one of her favorite bands. "The world is a scary place, now that you've woken up the demon, in me." She sighed again, a tear rolling down her cheek. That was it. The last straw. She was leaving, and no one could stop her. She needed to go somewhere, where she was accepted, not feared or shied away from. She ported out of her room, bringing a black duffel bag with her. She checked the laces on her steel-toed boots, and pulled her trench coat closer around her. She climbed on her black Kawasaki, putting on a helmet. She lowered the visor, showing artwork of large, demonic horns. She revved the engine, pushing up the kickstand. She was going to the Acolytes.
OK then. There you go. My first fan fiction!!!! I accept constructive criticism, but f you don't like it, then shove off. *smiles sweetly* Thankee!!
~rheapyroperson