Lexii's note: Welcome to my X-Men origins story. The characters all belong to Marvel comics. All exept Alexandra and Isabelle. Although maybe if Marvel would like to lend me all the guys for just a night. That'd be great. Team X isn't in this one yet but they'll come in the third chapter.

Alexandra walked slowly and cautiously towards her father's bedroom door. Well, she called him Mr. Davis. He didn't have the right to be called a father anymore. The beatings were getting worse every day. Every day, more makeup was needed to cover her bruises. Being abused made Alex quiet, secretive, and unpopular. The student body always bullied her. She didn't care though. Popularity wouldn't help you get anywhere in the long run.

"Alexandra, get your ass over here, you worthless piece of flesh." Mr. Davis' rough low voice made Alex run the next few steps to his room.

"Yes, Mr. Davis," she said as she peeked her head into the room. It was dark but Alex's ability made her able to see in the dark. Her agility made it possible to jump just in time to dodge a glass vase aimed for her head.

"Alexandra, I called you minutes ago! Are you so lame that you cannot answer when you are called for?"

"No Mr. Davis. I was just preparing your dinner." She wasn't scared of him anymore and her voice dripped with determination. She was used to the pain now that she liked it. The only thing that could make her happier would be to be able to watch life draining from her father's eyes.

"You know what Alexandra? I cannot comprehend why my beautiful, smart wife would sacrifice her life to bring your mutant ass into this world!" He was breathing hard now. "You're a freak and you don't deserve to live!"

Mr. Davis picked up Alex by her neck and squeezed. Alex showed no pain just anger. As she stared into her father's eyes, she could feel her own going black and turning into slits. She could feel her nails growing longer and sharper.

"Don't you talk about my mother, you shit! You don't deserve to!" This was the first time Alex talked back but the subject of her mother was a touchy one. She dug her nails into the hand holding her neck. Mr. Davis screamed and released her. He fell to the ground clutching his bleeding hand. Alex picked him up and threw him into a glass cabinet filled with fine liquor.

She watched the glass fragments cut into his skin with a smile. The blood oozed out of each wound. Her heightened senses made everything more enjoyable for her to watch. A blood curling scream left Mr. Davis' opened mouth. Alex just laughed sadistically.

Painfully, Mr Davis picked up a gun and aimed at his daughter. She quickly ran around the room as Mr. Davis kept pulling the trigger.

"Oh shit!" he said under his breath as he realized he blew the round. Alex landed on the desk in the form of a black yellow eyed cougar. She hissed threateningly. She pounced quickly slashing his face leaving four claw marks along the left side of his face. She turned back to her human form. She noticed his breathing was struggled as he slouched on the floor. Her perfect hearing could pick up the slowing pulse. She picked him up by the collar of his shirt high enough so that they were nose to nose and his feet could not touch the floor.

"Any last words, father?" She sneered. He shook his head and closed his eyes. "Hey hey! Daddy?" She said it innocently like a child. But then suddenly turned back to her evil self, "look at me!" She pushed him back onto a glass fragment sticking out from the cabinet. The glass pierced his heart and scraped the skin above hers. Blood scattered from his mouth onto her face and she watched his eyes glaze over.

Alex touched two fingers to her face and licked the blood off them. Smiling, she looked back at her father and walked out of the room. Mr. Davis was dead.

I'm not sure who I want Alex to end up with. Either Sabertooth (Victor Creed) or Deadpool (Wade Wilson). Let me know. :) Pls review.