"I do not Xmen Evolution. All I own are the OCs in this fic. I also do not own this computer, nor the website this story is to be posted on, nor the program I am typing this story on. Happy?" Ok, Sandra is an OC of mine, and this is going to be off of the top of my head. I could say brain, but I do not have a brain, so that Would be redundant.
Peitro: Just get to the stinkin' story already!
Me: ::Points behind Peitro::
Peitro: Huh? Ah! Wanda! Don't hurt me! X_X
Wanda: o.O
Me: ^_^ On With the show! I mean story!
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*thoughts*
//authors note\\
{a small town in the state of Vermont}
Sandra Coran //that pronouced Core-Anne\\ was asleep when she heard the fire trucks rushing past her house. "What the?" the auburn haired 13 year old woke up with a start. "A fire? Now? But my fathers gone, and all the other fire men are new to this... Mom! Momma!"
"Sandra, honey, We have to go." Sandras mother came into her room. "It's the apartments, they might need help."
Just down the street, the fire engulfed the building, threatening to take the roofs, and houses under them, near it. The fire fighters were barely keeping the blaze in one place, hoping that they had gotten every one out to safety. "Sir!" a woman cried. She couldn't have been a day over 25, and by the looks of it, was alone. "My baby is still in there!" "We can't go in Ma'am, We've tried. It's too dangerous." "But my angel!" "Miss, you can't go in there! Stop!"
Sandra and her mother had just arrived. Hearing the Womans pleas, Sandra's hazel eyes, burned With a passion unmatched by any humans, as did her heart. With no sense of what she was doing, not hearing her mothers pleas for her to stay back, Sandra rushed forth. She raced into the burning building, ran, not feeling the heat of the flames as they licked her body, not hearing anything but the crys of a young woman and her child.
{The Xavier Institute for gifted Youth, New York}
"Jean, Cerebo is picking up signs of a new mutant. Shes in the mountains in Vermont" The Professor called. "I need you, Kitty, and Rogue to take the X-jet there."
"Professor, Why Rogue, and not the usual team?" Jean questioned. "For most of our pickups, Scott goes..."
"Trust me, Jean, this is the best way. Also, our new Mutant is only 13, so be careful. Shes probably not in the best mood, as it is the middle of the night."
{Vermont}
Sandra raced, up... up... climbing the stairs to reach the top floor. The young child was feet away, but a wall of flame was separating the young one from her savior. Not thinking, only trying to save the child, Sandra rushed through the flame, feeling nothing. There was nothing for her to feel, her skin reflecting the heat. Taking the child in her arms, a ring of fire formed around her, keeping her from any means of escape. "No! I can not fail!" Sandra screamed, her yells like a whisper in the noise of the fire. "I have to escape, for the baby!" She could see the others, down on the ground, but could not reach them. She stretched her arm out, as if to push the flames aside, when they reformed themselves for her. " W...what is this?" The waves of heat had woven to form a mighty bird, which scooped up Sandra and the child on it's back. It took them out of the flaming building, and set them on the ground. Moments later, the building collapsed.
The woman rushed over to Sandra, and held her child tight. Sandra's mother went to hug her, but Sandra didn't see any of this. She walked away from her mother, towards the bird of fire. It was as if it were real, it felt like feathers, was warm like flesh, not flame. Sandra stroked its head, and slowly collapsed to the ground from sheer exaustion
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Ok, just so you know, this is NOT a Mary-sue fic, Trust me, you havne't seen the REAL Sandra yet. And when you do... well, lets just say there was a good reason the Prof. sent Rogue. Maybe even 2. Only time, and my dreams will tell.