A/N: First X-men fanfic so go easy on me, loved the movies and I hope you love this fanfic! Rating may change, so yeah enjoy!
Disclaimed: Don't own x-men, pity though could use the spare cash! LOL!
Chapter One
Adele ran her hands through her hair, choking back the tears. She looked at the cold coffee in front of her. She glanced at the waitress who kept shooting her dark looks. Dark, ha that was a joke; the woman didn't even begin to understand the meaning of the word.
Adele wasn't your average seventeen year old, mind you who was now? She had long black hair that went to her waist, with silver streaks. They weren't dyed in they just started to appear when she turned fourteen. She had big eyes, which didn't help her hide the fact that she had silver irises. Her nails were constantly black.
At least most mutations had some rhyme and reason behind them, hers made no sense at least it didn't to her. She stretched her shoulders back and they made a sickening cracking noise that Adele had gradually grown used to. Her back was killing her, but that wasn't new.
She pinched the bridge of her nose and gulped down the last of the coffee. Getting up she shrugged on the too big leather jacket and went into the snowy December night. She pulled the jacket around her tighter, hefting the heavy backpack on her shoulder more steadily.
"Hey," Adele turned instinctively at the voice, a guy she had seen in the diner ran up beside her. She looked him up and down.
He was wearing loose jeans and an old brown leather jacket. His 5'8" wasn't much taller then her 5'6". His hair was brushed and slicked back. He was thin and defiantly on the scrawny side…exactly like Adele. He seemed to get annoyed at her looking at him.
"What?" Adele looked him in the eye when he said this.
"Nothing, what?" He looked her up and down. Adele wasn't much to look at. She was wearing a leather skirt that went to the middle of her calf and her legs were cover by thick tights. She had on a cream sweater that zipped up in the front.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"What's it too you?" She asked savagely. Adele wasn't used to people paying her any attention. It was the one thing that kept her alive.
"Just asking," he said shrugging looking at the ground. Adele didn't know how to take this guy. She turned and continued down the snowy street. He followed her walking beside her. "Where you from?" She looked at him.
"None of your damn business!" She yelled stopping mid step. He stopped with her.
"I'm Pyro." She raised her eyebrow.
"Pyro?" He smiled at her.
"Y'up."
"Nothing else?"
"Nope." He had a goofy grin.
"You're a mutant aren't you?" She asked. He continued to study her.
"What uncomfortable with your own kind?" Adele's mouth fell open despite her self. She closed it. She hadn't told anyone what she was. It was probably quite obvious from her appearance, but still.
He leaned against a lamppost, still smiling. Adele sighed. "Never said that." She looked up the street both ways.
"May as well have," He said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one and took a drag. He looked at Adele. "Smoke?" She glanced at him before taking the smoke.
"Thanks," She put it in her mouth; she looked at him before going for her zippo, "Light?" He smiled lighting his zippo and then with a wave of his hand the flame left the lighter and floated in front of Adele. She glanced at him after lighting the smoke. "Impressive."
She stood staring at him. "Adele," He looked at her.
"Huh?"
"My name is Adele."
"Adele?"
"Y'up Adele."
"Really," He looked down the road. "Just Adele?"
She scowled at him, sure she had a mutant name but she liked her real name, obviously her no good mother had and that was were the similarities began and ended. She sighed, "Shade." His smile grew.
"That's more like it." He said offering his hand to her. After looking at it for a moment she took it and gave it a quick shake. He let her hand drop and then looked at the ground before looking back at her.
"You were crying in the dinner, what about?" He asked suddenly. Adele looked at him raising her eyebrows.
"You don't waist time with subtlety do you?" He smirked at her words.
"No point,"
"Huh," She started walking again.
"Okay, so answer me this," He said falling in step with her again. "Shade, what's your gift?"
Gift, inquiring about her nickname, this guy was so obviously fighting for a mutant revolution it was like a beckon in the cold winter night. She looked at him.
"You know what?"
"What?" He asked with a goofy smile on his face.
"I don't think of it as a gift, I think it is a curse. It is the reason I am an outcast, an orphan. I don't want to fight for it, or display it proudly torturing and scaring humans for the so-called right to be free. I don't want to have anything to do with it." She gave him a quick smile before dropping the cigarette to the ground and putting the stub out with her foot. She looked back into his shocked face. "Nice to meet you Pyro, and thanks for the smoke."
She turned and about half way down the street she turned and faced him again. " By the way, get your self a real name! You'd be cuter with a real name too." With that she turned and headed down into the New York Subway.