Hello! I'm am Sunshine, also known as Orianna_Summerset, and fairly new to the whole letting people read the things I write idea, though I think a few of my things are kinda dumb, heehee. I would like to say that I own nothing of X-men: Evolution, even if I have been watching X-Men since Wolverine had the red and gold uniform in the old episodes ^-^ . I only own Lark, and her family.
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It was odd, how every morning started the same. The alarm clock would go off, and Lark would wake up to the 'melodious' sound of her eleven year old sister, Amber, singing some boy band song in the shower and her nineteen year old brother murmuring something he had seen on the news. Life could have been quite monotonous if it hadn't been for Lark. Because Lark was a very different girl.
Lark's real name was Jennifer. No one remembered how she got the nickname of Lark, except for Lark herself. It was her father, she remembered clearly, who said when she sang she sounded just like a little lark-bird. She had kept the name even after her father left the family, because she thought it suited her far more than Jennifer or Jenny. And aside from her mother, Anne, and brother, David, everyone called her Lark. Anne refused to call her Lark, and instead called her Jenny in an attempt to make it sound like Lark was a normal, every day sixteen year old girl. David called her nothing but Jennifer, for that was her christened name, and therefore, nothing else would be used. Especially not Lark. He said it sounded too much like those new found mutant names, and would have a fit if he knew that almost everyone at her school called her this.
Sometimes David acted more like he was forty instead of nineteen. Lark couldn't remember him ever dating. Ever since their father left, David had decided he had to be the man of the house hold, and took to acting like it as well. 'These days', Lark sighed to herself, 'I usually try to avoid David. Why is my life so hard?' Lark knew if her brother knew her secret, he would...well, she didn't know what he would do, but he was capable of more than she originally thought he was. And Lark knew her mother was so dependent on him that she wouldn't do anything to stop him. So Lark would always try very hard to avoid David.
This morning was no exception to the others. Rubbing away the vestiges of sleep from her eyes, Lark fumbled around her night stand for the light switch. Finally finding it, she clicked it on and resisted the urge to throw her alarm clock acrossed the room. "Another morning.... Oh joy." she murmured to herself as she stumbled her way to the bathroom as Amber was getting out.
"All yours!" she chirped to Lark. Lark grunted something in the way of a thanks and stepped in. As to be expected, the water was ice cold all the way to the hottest setting. 'Shouldn't be a problem...' Lark thought after she yelped in surprise and jumped out of the shower. She concentrated on her slender fingertips, and watched as her entire hand started to glow blue. touching the shower head, the water almost instantly turned nice and warm, and stayed that way the entire time.
Lark's predicament was very grave indeed. No one knew she was a mutant. Not her mother, sister, teachers, friends, and certainly not her brother. Lark's mutation was fairly easy to hide. She controlled the aspects of the elements. Earth, air, fire, water, and everything that they did. All she had to do was play the part of the all-American teenage girl and not lose her temper.
If she did lose her temper, her powers would lash out at the antagonist. It had happened all but twice. Once, when she was in the eighth grade, and some boys started chanting 'Witch, Witch, what a bitch' over and over and throwing their vegetable and hard rolls at her head with deadly accuracy. Lark had no idea why. Maybe it was the goldish colour of her eyes that had lead to the nick name of 'witch'. Or maybe it was that no matter how hard other people had tried before, no one could ever trip her, or throw pencils or such at her and hit her. Food, though, was a different matter.
She had let out a muffed yell, and turned to glare at them. When she felt the tingle in her hands of the glow, it was already too late. Scalding hot water had descended on to those horrible boys from up above, sending them screaming and howling, rolling on the floor.
The ring leader had second and third degree burns on his head, face and arms, while the others had them in other places, just not as bad. Thankfully, no one had suspected Lark. Well, no one of importance anyway, and the accident was blamed on a faulty pipe in the ceiling. They school and district had almost gotten sued, and Lark had felt bad about it, but what was she to do? Stand up and proclaim to her very con-mutant town that she had accidentally done it and promised not to happen again? Unlikely. And after she was lynched, maybe someone would forgive her.
After stepping out of her shower, she dried off, and stepped into some clothing, , and blushing out her long, waist length blonde hair. Almond shaped hazel-green eyes stared back at her from the mirror as she switched on the blow dryer for appearance. In reality, she set small mini fire balls with gusts of wind around her head, far enough so none of her hair would singe, close enough to dry her hair within ten minutes. It was better than any hair dryer out there.
Smiling to herself, Lark grabbed a packet of yogurt with a yelled goodbye to the general household. This morning was going pretty well, warm shower (it was the first time she had used her powers on purpose at home), a decent breakfast, Amber safe to school, and no David with his ice-blue eyes, burning holes in her head, trying to pry into anything she may be hiding. 'Today is going to be a good day', she thought.
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'Today is not going to be a good day.' Kurt Wagner thought, somewhat grumpily was he bamfed out of his room and to the kitchen. This morning he had awoken to find the showers completely empty, which shocked him more than almost anything would have. Then, suspiciously, he looked to the clock on the wall and saw he had exactly half an hour to get ready and eat a quick breakfast and get to school. 'Stupid dream.' he thought to himself. But it hadn't been a stupid dream, which would be the reason why he had over slept like he did. The girl in there had mystified him, smiling and laughing. She had such a pretty smile, he thought she might even rival Kitty. But then, it was just a dream, and he had to get ready.
After running out the bathrooms, he had a mild to moderate heart attack when he couldn't find his holo-watch.
Then he realized he was in one of the empty rooms.
Trudging out, he got the rest of his clothing on and bamfed (bamf was the only way to describe it, since it made that 'bamfing' sound) to the kitchen where he was surprised to see some breakfast waiting for him. Grabbing a seat next to Evan, he began to eat, listening when the professor cleared his throat.
"After school today, I'd like for you all to lease go to the Danger room. We (AN- I tried spelling out the computer's name, Sarebro, but I can't spell it right (see try on other sentence. Remember, it's a show, not a book series ^-^) have detected a new mutant, and I want all of you to be down there to see her. Her name is Jennifer Owens, She's a rather...special case. It came in late last night, while you were all asleep."
"What's her, like, mutant trait?" Kitty asked, swinging her backpack on her shoulder. Another girl? It wasn't like Rogue and Jean and Ororo weren't great and all, but it was hard to get very roomy to Rogue, Jean was older than she , and Ororo was an adult. Neither were the giggly type to talk with Kitty about clothing or boys.
"Elements. Much like Ororo controls the weather, Jennifer can control the aspects of fire, water, earth, and air, as well as having some hidden talents in levitation. Her mutant powers are not yet controlled to a great extant, however she has maintained some understanding and sense enough not to use them in public with the exceptions of once or twice.
"After school today, I'm going to send all of you out to find her and try to convince her to come out to Bayville. Jennifer only lives a few towns over, so the jet will not be needed. Now, all of you, off to school. You have a big afternoon ahead of you." And with that the Professor wheeled out.
"I'll say," Kurt said, "It's not even nine in the morning, and we alreedy haf a mission planned out besides the French quiz, ja?"
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"Hey, Bitch-witch! Heads up!"
Lark didn't even have time to look up before something hard and metallic feeling hit her directly in the back of the head. She let out a muffled cry, and fell out of her chair in the lunch room, clutching her head where a dull ache was beginning to spread over the rest of her head.
Several gasps mixed in with the beginnings of tittering drifted to Lark's ears as her vision cleared from the misty red. She lifted her head to see the hulking figure of Thomas Mallory. He wasn't on any of the sports teams, although both the basketball and football would have died to have him on either team. He's 6'2 frame was bulked up with well defined muscles. He was pretty handsome, a lot of girls had crushes on him, not to mention that more than a handful of cheerleaders would cut off their pony tails and sacrifice their pompoms for him. 'And he damned well knows it too.' Lark thought bitterly as she raised her hazel eyes to his smirking blue ones.
Thomas Mallory had been the one to be scalded the worst on that day in eighth, and even though it was discarded as a pipe malfunction, Thomas always had treated her with special contempt and blame.
'Didn't learn the first time, did you, Pretty-Boy?' Lark thought as she stood up, clutching the aluminum can in her fist. Out loud she said, "Exactly what -is- your malfunction, you jerk?"
"You, showing your bitch-witch face in my school. This school is only for humans. Normal humans, not like you. I know you have to be one of -them-. Those disgusting mutants that are polluting up this world." Thomas practically spat at her. Lark could see a small patch on his jacket that read F.O.H.
'What in the world does that mean?' Lark wondered while she felt the tingling in her hands from squeezing the can so hard at his words. God, he made her so angry!
The tingling got worse and Lark looked down at her hands, who, to her dismay were glowing yellow. 'Calm,' she thought to herself, 'calm down Lark....' But even as she thought this, Thomas continued on.
"Even your name is freakish. Who nicknames their child Lark? I'll bet your father was a slimy mutant as well. That's probably why he ran away from here. Or maybe it was because he discovered what a freak you are and found some broad better than your mother. Yeah, that's probably it." Thomas turned to the people and cronies facing closest to him. "He found out what a bitch-witch he has for a daughter and found some other better broad than his ex-old woman!"
That was -IT-! From a distance, Lark could hear a snarl that sounded like it had come from some jungle cat, and was shocked when she discovered it had come from -her-! Thomas finally turned around, his smirk disappearing from his face, and what replaced it was a look of absolute terror. Lark couldn't understand why until she felt the pressure build around her, a strong wind coming up from all around her.
It built and built until lunch trays and paper bags were caught in the whirlwind she had created. But the pressure was there still there, and building as Lark seethed, too upset and angry to stop herself. She was vaguely aware of other students screaming and fleeing the room, but Thomas seemed glued to the spot as did a few other people.
Finally, after what felt like hours, though had to be only a few seconds, Lark felt the pressure burst through and saw Thomas' head snap back as though he had been punched hard in the face. A cheerleader who Lark knew as Rachel screamed in utter terror at this.
Thomas was holding his obviously broken nose, blood streaming down his face while Lark could see that the area around his face was already turning dark blue with tints of blue and purple. It look like he had been smacked in the face with a two-by-fourby the captain of the wrestling team.
The wind was dying down enough so Lark could hear Rachel yell out to a teacher running to the scene, "She really is a witch! She's a freak, a mutant! Lark Owens is a mutant! Kill it!"
***What do you all think? Should I write more? If I get only one reveiw, I will, because if I can write something that can satisfy one person, it's worth it, However, flames will be laughed at and thrown to Tippy the Typo Daemon so he can devour it. Or I will re-post it with the gramatical errors changed ^.^ .***
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It was odd, how every morning started the same. The alarm clock would go off, and Lark would wake up to the 'melodious' sound of her eleven year old sister, Amber, singing some boy band song in the shower and her nineteen year old brother murmuring something he had seen on the news. Life could have been quite monotonous if it hadn't been for Lark. Because Lark was a very different girl.
Lark's real name was Jennifer. No one remembered how she got the nickname of Lark, except for Lark herself. It was her father, she remembered clearly, who said when she sang she sounded just like a little lark-bird. She had kept the name even after her father left the family, because she thought it suited her far more than Jennifer or Jenny. And aside from her mother, Anne, and brother, David, everyone called her Lark. Anne refused to call her Lark, and instead called her Jenny in an attempt to make it sound like Lark was a normal, every day sixteen year old girl. David called her nothing but Jennifer, for that was her christened name, and therefore, nothing else would be used. Especially not Lark. He said it sounded too much like those new found mutant names, and would have a fit if he knew that almost everyone at her school called her this.
Sometimes David acted more like he was forty instead of nineteen. Lark couldn't remember him ever dating. Ever since their father left, David had decided he had to be the man of the house hold, and took to acting like it as well. 'These days', Lark sighed to herself, 'I usually try to avoid David. Why is my life so hard?' Lark knew if her brother knew her secret, he would...well, she didn't know what he would do, but he was capable of more than she originally thought he was. And Lark knew her mother was so dependent on him that she wouldn't do anything to stop him. So Lark would always try very hard to avoid David.
This morning was no exception to the others. Rubbing away the vestiges of sleep from her eyes, Lark fumbled around her night stand for the light switch. Finally finding it, she clicked it on and resisted the urge to throw her alarm clock acrossed the room. "Another morning.... Oh joy." she murmured to herself as she stumbled her way to the bathroom as Amber was getting out.
"All yours!" she chirped to Lark. Lark grunted something in the way of a thanks and stepped in. As to be expected, the water was ice cold all the way to the hottest setting. 'Shouldn't be a problem...' Lark thought after she yelped in surprise and jumped out of the shower. She concentrated on her slender fingertips, and watched as her entire hand started to glow blue. touching the shower head, the water almost instantly turned nice and warm, and stayed that way the entire time.
Lark's predicament was very grave indeed. No one knew she was a mutant. Not her mother, sister, teachers, friends, and certainly not her brother. Lark's mutation was fairly easy to hide. She controlled the aspects of the elements. Earth, air, fire, water, and everything that they did. All she had to do was play the part of the all-American teenage girl and not lose her temper.
If she did lose her temper, her powers would lash out at the antagonist. It had happened all but twice. Once, when she was in the eighth grade, and some boys started chanting 'Witch, Witch, what a bitch' over and over and throwing their vegetable and hard rolls at her head with deadly accuracy. Lark had no idea why. Maybe it was the goldish colour of her eyes that had lead to the nick name of 'witch'. Or maybe it was that no matter how hard other people had tried before, no one could ever trip her, or throw pencils or such at her and hit her. Food, though, was a different matter.
She had let out a muffed yell, and turned to glare at them. When she felt the tingle in her hands of the glow, it was already too late. Scalding hot water had descended on to those horrible boys from up above, sending them screaming and howling, rolling on the floor.
The ring leader had second and third degree burns on his head, face and arms, while the others had them in other places, just not as bad. Thankfully, no one had suspected Lark. Well, no one of importance anyway, and the accident was blamed on a faulty pipe in the ceiling. They school and district had almost gotten sued, and Lark had felt bad about it, but what was she to do? Stand up and proclaim to her very con-mutant town that she had accidentally done it and promised not to happen again? Unlikely. And after she was lynched, maybe someone would forgive her.
After stepping out of her shower, she dried off, and stepped into some clothing, , and blushing out her long, waist length blonde hair. Almond shaped hazel-green eyes stared back at her from the mirror as she switched on the blow dryer for appearance. In reality, she set small mini fire balls with gusts of wind around her head, far enough so none of her hair would singe, close enough to dry her hair within ten minutes. It was better than any hair dryer out there.
Smiling to herself, Lark grabbed a packet of yogurt with a yelled goodbye to the general household. This morning was going pretty well, warm shower (it was the first time she had used her powers on purpose at home), a decent breakfast, Amber safe to school, and no David with his ice-blue eyes, burning holes in her head, trying to pry into anything she may be hiding. 'Today is going to be a good day', she thought.
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'Today is not going to be a good day.' Kurt Wagner thought, somewhat grumpily was he bamfed out of his room and to the kitchen. This morning he had awoken to find the showers completely empty, which shocked him more than almost anything would have. Then, suspiciously, he looked to the clock on the wall and saw he had exactly half an hour to get ready and eat a quick breakfast and get to school. 'Stupid dream.' he thought to himself. But it hadn't been a stupid dream, which would be the reason why he had over slept like he did. The girl in there had mystified him, smiling and laughing. She had such a pretty smile, he thought she might even rival Kitty. But then, it was just a dream, and he had to get ready.
After running out the bathrooms, he had a mild to moderate heart attack when he couldn't find his holo-watch.
Then he realized he was in one of the empty rooms.
Trudging out, he got the rest of his clothing on and bamfed (bamf was the only way to describe it, since it made that 'bamfing' sound) to the kitchen where he was surprised to see some breakfast waiting for him. Grabbing a seat next to Evan, he began to eat, listening when the professor cleared his throat.
"After school today, I'd like for you all to lease go to the Danger room. We (AN- I tried spelling out the computer's name, Sarebro, but I can't spell it right (see try on other sentence. Remember, it's a show, not a book series ^-^) have detected a new mutant, and I want all of you to be down there to see her. Her name is Jennifer Owens, She's a rather...special case. It came in late last night, while you were all asleep."
"What's her, like, mutant trait?" Kitty asked, swinging her backpack on her shoulder. Another girl? It wasn't like Rogue and Jean and Ororo weren't great and all, but it was hard to get very roomy to Rogue, Jean was older than she , and Ororo was an adult. Neither were the giggly type to talk with Kitty about clothing or boys.
"Elements. Much like Ororo controls the weather, Jennifer can control the aspects of fire, water, earth, and air, as well as having some hidden talents in levitation. Her mutant powers are not yet controlled to a great extant, however she has maintained some understanding and sense enough not to use them in public with the exceptions of once or twice.
"After school today, I'm going to send all of you out to find her and try to convince her to come out to Bayville. Jennifer only lives a few towns over, so the jet will not be needed. Now, all of you, off to school. You have a big afternoon ahead of you." And with that the Professor wheeled out.
"I'll say," Kurt said, "It's not even nine in the morning, and we alreedy haf a mission planned out besides the French quiz, ja?"
~*~*~*~*~
"Hey, Bitch-witch! Heads up!"
Lark didn't even have time to look up before something hard and metallic feeling hit her directly in the back of the head. She let out a muffled cry, and fell out of her chair in the lunch room, clutching her head where a dull ache was beginning to spread over the rest of her head.
Several gasps mixed in with the beginnings of tittering drifted to Lark's ears as her vision cleared from the misty red. She lifted her head to see the hulking figure of Thomas Mallory. He wasn't on any of the sports teams, although both the basketball and football would have died to have him on either team. He's 6'2 frame was bulked up with well defined muscles. He was pretty handsome, a lot of girls had crushes on him, not to mention that more than a handful of cheerleaders would cut off their pony tails and sacrifice their pompoms for him. 'And he damned well knows it too.' Lark thought bitterly as she raised her hazel eyes to his smirking blue ones.
Thomas Mallory had been the one to be scalded the worst on that day in eighth, and even though it was discarded as a pipe malfunction, Thomas always had treated her with special contempt and blame.
'Didn't learn the first time, did you, Pretty-Boy?' Lark thought as she stood up, clutching the aluminum can in her fist. Out loud she said, "Exactly what -is- your malfunction, you jerk?"
"You, showing your bitch-witch face in my school. This school is only for humans. Normal humans, not like you. I know you have to be one of -them-. Those disgusting mutants that are polluting up this world." Thomas practically spat at her. Lark could see a small patch on his jacket that read F.O.H.
'What in the world does that mean?' Lark wondered while she felt the tingling in her hands from squeezing the can so hard at his words. God, he made her so angry!
The tingling got worse and Lark looked down at her hands, who, to her dismay were glowing yellow. 'Calm,' she thought to herself, 'calm down Lark....' But even as she thought this, Thomas continued on.
"Even your name is freakish. Who nicknames their child Lark? I'll bet your father was a slimy mutant as well. That's probably why he ran away from here. Or maybe it was because he discovered what a freak you are and found some broad better than your mother. Yeah, that's probably it." Thomas turned to the people and cronies facing closest to him. "He found out what a bitch-witch he has for a daughter and found some other better broad than his ex-old woman!"
That was -IT-! From a distance, Lark could hear a snarl that sounded like it had come from some jungle cat, and was shocked when she discovered it had come from -her-! Thomas finally turned around, his smirk disappearing from his face, and what replaced it was a look of absolute terror. Lark couldn't understand why until she felt the pressure build around her, a strong wind coming up from all around her.
It built and built until lunch trays and paper bags were caught in the whirlwind she had created. But the pressure was there still there, and building as Lark seethed, too upset and angry to stop herself. She was vaguely aware of other students screaming and fleeing the room, but Thomas seemed glued to the spot as did a few other people.
Finally, after what felt like hours, though had to be only a few seconds, Lark felt the pressure burst through and saw Thomas' head snap back as though he had been punched hard in the face. A cheerleader who Lark knew as Rachel screamed in utter terror at this.
Thomas was holding his obviously broken nose, blood streaming down his face while Lark could see that the area around his face was already turning dark blue with tints of blue and purple. It look like he had been smacked in the face with a two-by-fourby the captain of the wrestling team.
The wind was dying down enough so Lark could hear Rachel yell out to a teacher running to the scene, "She really is a witch! She's a freak, a mutant! Lark Owens is a mutant! Kill it!"
***What do you all think? Should I write more? If I get only one reveiw, I will, because if I can write something that can satisfy one person, it's worth it, However, flames will be laughed at and thrown to Tippy the Typo Daemon so he can devour it. Or I will re-post it with the gramatical errors changed ^.^ .***