Ok, fanfic for X-Men: Evolution. Featuring my OC, Valerie. The original story I first put her in will hopefully be up soon. Rated T to be safe. Disclaimer- I do not own X-Men: Evolution. The cartoon belongs to Marvel, not me. I get no profit.
CHAPTER 1
Valerie was crying; again. You make one little mistake doing the laundry, and everyone yells at you, and then laughs when Father beats you and you run off crying. A knock on the door. Well, almost everyone. I wipe at my eyes as Kurt calls my name. "Come in," I say weakly. He opened the door a crack and peered in. "You okay?" he asks as he steps in with Kitty and Anna behind him. I nod sheepishly.
"I don't know why Father always acts the way he does. The other girls are his 'perfect little angels' and do nothing wrong in his eyes, and we're treated like the family slaves!" Kitty ranted, frowning. I shrug. "I guess that's what happens when a kid looks too much like their dead mother," Anna said with a sigh. I nod as silent tears fall freely again.
Mother…she had died almost two years ago. After her death, Father had slowly lost his faith in everything. He wanted nothing to do with Kurt, Kitty, Anna, or I because we reminded him too much of Mother. We all had a lot of our Mother's qualities in us, but I was the worst.
I looked almost exactly like Mother. Before Mother died, Father used to say I was just like her; a beauty who would attract every boy around. But when she died, Father wanted nothing more to do with the four of us with her traits. Kitty and I had her eyes, Anna and Kitty had the same hair as her, and all three of us had the same body shape. Kurt had her spirit, and if it weren't for his eye color, those would be the same as well.
No, Kurt's eyes weren't a pretty blue, they glowed an eerie gold, making him look strange.
"Valerie!" our Father barked as he stormed in. His hair was a fiery blondish red. "Go into town and get some supplies! I don't care how you do it; just get some money and food!" he ordered, his eyes blazing with fury. I nodded, not saying a word, and grabbed my black cloak before darting outside and down the street with the laughs of my older sisters, Tabitha and Jean, echoing in my ears.
