Hi everyone! I'm trying out a story here that i'm not sure if i'm gonna continue. Let me know if you want me to continue it!
Name: Midnight
Summary: Kennedy, or Midnight as she prefers, is a mutant with an extremely powerful gift. Sometimes it becomes to much for her to handle and she loses control. She's also sparked the curiosity of Magneto who sees her as potentional member of the Brotherhood. Together with her pyrokinetic boyfriend Tyler, she has to learn control of her abilities and discover which path she chooses to follow.
Pairings: Multiple pairings include Bobby/John, Scott/Jean, Logan/Ororo, Piotr/Jubilee, and OMC/OFC
Disclaimer: I don't own...::SOBS::
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Kennedy gasped jumped to the side as a softball-sized ball of fire shot right past her head, singeing the ends of her black hair. Another flew past her other side as she dodged it, panting heavily and shaking the sweat from her forehead.
"Come on, Sparky!" Kennedy yelled, still dodging the onslaught of flames, "You're gonna have to do better than that!"
"Stop calling me Sparky!" A tall teenaged boy yelled. He dropped his hands and the fiery balls of death vanished into harmless wisps of smoke. Kennedy ran over to the boy, who was also rather sweaty.
"Come on, Ty," Kennedy said, ruffling his dark hair, "I think Sparky is an awesome name," she collapsed her thin frame onto the cool grass, "It just suits you."
"No, it doesn't. It sounds electric-y. And in case you haven't noticed," Tyler sat down next to Kennedy and absent-mindedly put his arm around his girlfriend's waist, "I'm a fire mutant," He fingered the ends of her singed hair.
"I noticed," Kennedy said, playfully swatting his hand away, "Well, fine then, what would you rather be called? Fire-mutant Man?"
"Okay, now that's just stupid."
"And Sparky's cute."
"Sparky's a dog's name," Tyler said defensively.
"And what's wrong with being a dog?" Kennedy asked.
Tyler felt a prickling in his forearm as Kennedy spoke. And after it stopped, Tyler found his arm wrapped around a small black Labrador puppy that, only seconds ago, was his girlfriend.
The puppy, or rather Kennedy in the form of a puppy, jumped onto Tyler's chest and started licking his cheek relentlessly.
"Oh crap! Ken, come on! Kennedy get off! Ken quit it!" Tyler successfully shoved the small creature off of him, but Kennedy wasn't through yet. She backed off a few feet and shape-shifted into a large, black bear of a dog. She bounded up to Tyler and pounced on him, pinning his arms down. Pushing a puppy off was easy, pushing off a full grown black Labrador that was easily over one-hundred and fifty pounds, was not.
"Ok, Ken, seriously, I can't breathe. Get off!" Kennedy wagged her tail slowly and gave Tyler a look that he could understand, be Kennedy a human, dog, or turtle. It said "I won. Now admit it."
Tyler sighed, "I, Tyler Burns, admit that I got pinned down by my girlfriend. Love you, Kenny."
Nodding, Kennedy stepped off of her boyfriend and sat down on the ground. Tyler sat up and watched Kennedy as her black fur faded and gave way to her pale skin and black tank top that she had been wearing.
"Love you too, Sparky!"
"DAMMIT KENNEDY! You know what, maybe I'll start calling you an annoying nickname."
"No, you won't." Kennedy said.
"What makes you think-" Tyler started, but he cut his sentence short when he noticed the hairs on the back of Kennedy's neck begin to prick. A sure sign that she was about to change. And a pissed off Kennedy meant that he might have to outrun a wolf or a lion or something in that family of ferocity.
"Ok, ok! Chill out, Ken! No annoying nicknames. Then what would you want to be called?"
"I don't know," Kennedy said, staring at the sky, "Maybe Midnight."
"Why?"
"Because every animal that I shift into, assuming that it has fur to begin with, has completely jet black fur. It's funny," She said as she twirled a hot pink strand of hair around her finger, "You'd think that it would have pink streaks in it."
"But you dyed your hair," Tyler said, as if she'd forgotten.
"I know that," she sighed, "But I guess you're right. I'd probably have to dye every furry animal that I turn into. Speaking of which, I have to get my hair colored again, the pink's starting to fade."
"I don't think you need to re-color your hair, Kenny."
"Aww… why not? Because you think I look beautiful just the way I am?" Kennedy gushed, something that was very uncharacteristic of her.
"No, because coloring your hair is expensive and you always ask me to front you the money."
The slap could have been heard for miles.
"Ow!"
"You totally deserved that," Kennedy said, sounding very pissed.
"Ken? Kenny? I'm sorry. That came out wrong. Babe? Come on, let's get out of the backyard. Let's go for a walk. We can talk about how you kicked my ass while we trained today."
Kennedy brightened, "Sounds good to me!"
Kennedy and Tyler both discovered their mutations when they were eleven, before they even knew each other. They met in freshman year and started dating in the beginning of their sophomore year. After five months of dating, Kennedy told Tyler she was a mutant. She was shocked as hell when he said he was one too.
Kennedy stood up and dusted off her black jeans. She grabbed Tyler's hand and they walked out of the backyard .
They had been walking in comfortable silence for a few moments when Kennedy stopped short and looked around. Tyler noticed the hairs on the back of her neck prick up.
"Ken? What's the matter?" he asked.
"Nothing," Kennedy said, her eyes getting slowly darker, "Just a little payback for the money comment," and she shape-shifted.
"Oh, Ken! Come on, that's not fair!" Tyler whined.
Kennedy cocked her head.
"I can't be seen walking around with a little poodle!"
Kennedy let out a high pitched yap and snapped playfully at Tyler's ankles.
"DAMMIT KEN!"
There was nothing that Kennedy loved more than changing form. Actually, the changing itself wasn't so great. She felt her bones shrinking and stretching and she would often grow new appendages like teeth, a tail, and sometimes extra legs. But when she was in her altered form, she had a feeling of freedom that was unexplainable. She loved being a dog the most.
She was just being a poodle to piss off Tyler. And she was doing a good job.
Kennedy padded happily along, taking in the scents that she couldn't pick up on in her human form . The leaves, the flowers, Tyler, children running around, Tyler, the rubber of car tires, and Tyler. She loved the way Tyler smelled. It was like a campfire, but her human nose could only pick up the faintest trace of it.
A strange scent hit her nose as she rounded the corner. It wasn't human, but it wasn't animalistic. It was both foreign and familiar at the same time.
Kennedy stopped and stood up, human once more.
"What is it?" Tyler asked, "Sick of being a black puff-ball?" He smirked.
"No, no I smell something weird. Follow me," Kennedy pushed through a wall groomed hedge that bordered the sidewalk.
Tyler followed her without hesitation. They ran though neat yards that soon gave way to a thick collection of woods.