Hi, I'm JaxWin and this is the re-make of a deleted story I've written before and this time the story is mostly (I hope) going to be told through letters or diary/journal writings or maybe just first person. Have fun reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution. Boo-hoo...
Chapter 1:
Professor Xavier
12:14 a.m., Saturday, September 1, 2007
"Professor, please, we need a favor…"
It's not very often that I get midnight phone-calls and I must admit… I'm not exactly the gentlest person you could hope to talk to at, well, midnight, but for my very own (adopted) children… I could try to be a bit nicer.
"Of course you can stay here. For as long as you want." I tried to put emphasis on the last sentence since I knew how encouraging you needed to be with these ones.
"Okay, then," the voice on the other end of the line said acceptingly. "In that case we need two favors. Nicholas is out cold and Matt is bleeding from a huge gash on his arm. We're going to need a bit of transportation unless you'd like me to carry both my brothers from the train station to the Institute in pouring rain. Please," the voice added quickly.
I rubbed my temple and realized that by taking them in six years ago, I wouldn't be getting my eight hours of sleep tonight.
Scott Summers
7:45 a.m., Saturday, September 1, 2007
I hate the first day of school. If you can think of any other synonyms of the word 'hate' then please feel free to substitute it with a word of your own choosing. The point is, though, that the first day of school shouldn't be any different any other day of the year, but it is. At seven o'clock (hardly an hour before school starts), Logan finally found it convenient to wake us all up by turning on the mansions intercom system and holding an alarm clock up to it. After my ears stopped ringing, I ran out into the hallway to find
1) two dozen Jamie's looking for a missing sock,
2) Kurt teleporting haphazardly in search of an unoccupied bathroom,
3) Jean trying to levitate herself over the masses of students,
4) Ray attempting to charge up all the electronics people kept shoving at him,
5) and everyone slipping and sliding down the stairs that Bobby had 'accidentally' iced over.
And, of course, there were no bagels left by the time I got to the kitchen because first days suck.
To top it all off, I had to make a mad dash for my car because apparently everyone needs to get a ride to school. If lunch doesn't come soon enough, I swear I'm going to blast something to rubble-y bits (preferably the school).
Kitty Pryde
9:00 p.m., Saturday, September 1, 2007
Dear Diary,
Today was the first day of school and it was absolutely... drop-dead, gorgeous. Or was that just the guy I met today? His name's Nicholas Kohler and I think it's time that Lance figured out we broke up months ago and he can beg all he wants to, but I've got someone new. Anyway, Nicholas has the sweetest voice and his slightly grown-out, black hair just hides his bright blue eyes. He's tall and thin but looks like he could take on Scott (Mr. High-and-Mighty himself!) Diary, I think I'm in love… or at least I like him better than Lance!
So the day started out with English and fifteen minutes into the period, Vivian (Nicholas's twin sister who I'll tell you more about later) poked her head in the door and motioned for someone else to follow. Nicholas walked in smiling at the class and all the girls sighed with one look at him. I really meant it when I said drop-dead, gorgeous. Vivian managed to smooth talk Ms. Cummings (which means that either Vivian is a car-saleswoman in disguise or she has the ability to control peoples' minds...) into letting the twins come into class without detention for tardiness. Unfortunately for them, there weren't any two seats next to each other. Fortunately for me (!!!!), one of the two empty seats in the room was next to mine. Nicholas spent the whole period helping me review A Midsummer Night's Dream, even though he hadn't even been here last year when we read it. He is just so smart, and polite, and gentlemanly. He held open all the doors for me since it seems that we're both in all the same classes. Did I mention his eyes? It's like getting hypnotized… AND when it was time for lunch, he sat down with me and we talked the whole time. You might as well cue the high-pitched, girly scream of pleasure right about now. Sadly, after school, Nicholas had to leave with his sister to pick up their little brother, Matthew, who has got to be at least adorable if he's had any distant blood relation to Nicholas.
About his sister, Vivian… Well, she's (I don't know quite how to describe her but I'll try) she's kind of like Jean version 2.0. Even though she should be one of the "new-kids" she's somehow turned into one of the school's most popular girls in less than a day. She's also become a member of any extra-curricular activity you can name in Bayville High and all the teachers seem to be praising her. Not only that, but after lunch, the school bully, Harvey Lewiston, tried to... uh, corner her and she dislocated his shoulder before anyone could even blink. And when the school principle came along, Vivian convinced him that Harvey was just learning a new yoga technique and popped his shoulder back into its socket like they had been discussing an interesting book. Harvey ran away crying and Vivian didn't get punished. Not that I feel sorry for Harvey but... damn! She's popular, athletic, pretty (same dark hair and bright eyes as Nicholas), smart, funny (or so I hear), AND she kicks butt? The only reason that I wouldn't be jealous of her is because she doesn't have a boyfriend and I do…well, sort of. Wouldn't you call Nicholas my boyfriend? He's a much better one than Lance ever was.
So now that the first day of the '07-'08 school year has been recorded in my trusty laptop diary, I have to get to work on that pesky first-day-of-the-'07-'08-school-year homework.
Bye, Diary!
Kitty Pryde
Matthew Kohler
9:30 p.m., Saturday, September 1, 2007
Let me reflect on today… It started out okay; Vivian & Nicholas woke me up at 7:45 and I found myself in some kind of infirmary. I barely had time to realize that this wasn't home, when Nicholas was stuffing a lunch into my backpack and Vivian was pushing me into her car. Vivian LOVES her car and she especially loves it when she gets to drive at break-neck speeds in it. Being late for school was just an excuse for driving over the speed limit – she probably would have done it anyway. When a police officer finally pulled us over, Vivian just started speaking rapidly in fluent Portuguese and confused the poor guy so much that he just had to let us go.
After that I was finally dropped off at Bayville's elementary school. I hate the word 'elementary'. It makes me sound juvenile. The only reason I haven't skipped three grades, is because then I wouldn't be able to hang out with people my own age. It's still kind of a drag, though, that I'm at least half of a child genius and I'm staying behind just for a social life. Anyway, the whole school day all the girls in my class kept whispering behind their hands about me and giggling. Some social life… P.E. was pretty fun though, since nobody else in my class could do as many pull-ups or push-ups as me. I confess: I love being able to show off my athleticism and intelligence just as much as Vivian loves the adrenaline that comes from driving a car at 120 mph in a narrow alleyway.
The drive back from school was silent, just as it usually is. Vivian and Nicholas were obviously arguing telepathically (don't ask me how they do it, but they say it's some sort of twin thing) since Vivian was barely doing 100 once we hit the suburbs. We had to make all sorts of stops around town, getting our stuff that got sent from New York after us. When we finally got to the mansion, it was at least 9:00 and then Professor Xavier had us sit in the living room while he gave us a welcoming speech. I honestly love the prof. as a father but you have to admit that he can be a little boring sometimes, so I decided to sneak out and find the infamous Cerebro. Here I am now, after taking the 'secret' elevator, using a little computer magic to let me, an un-authorized user, into the room, and prying into the X-Files. Hey, it's not like I'm going to dig into anything serious! I promise…
Vivian Kohler
10:00 p.m., Saturday, September 1, 2007
Dear Diary,
It's settled! Matt, Nicholas, and I are going to be staying in a spare room in the mansion for awhile. The mansion could even become our real home! Matt isn't particularly interested (though I did catch him browsing through Cerebro. That could turn out to be a problem later…), and I guess Nicholas is pretty interested in staying since he's going after Kitty. My brother isn't some kind of woman-stealer or anything but the truth of it is, that we, all three of us, have inherited the Kohler eyes (blue eyes that tend to change hue depending on the light... or if you're studying vocabulary you could say that they have a remarkable trichroism). We've often been told that if you stare too hard into our eyes, then it's like loosing yourself and all Kohler men enjoy putting these startling eyes to good use. The point is that Nicholas has had way too many girlfriends. And no, I'm not jealous. I had a boyfriend, once too…
As for my ten year-old brother, I find it amusing that at the same Nicholas is chasing a new girl, my six-years-younger brother is being chased by a mob of them. "Staring girls that kept pointing and blushing at me"? I should probably let him figure out for himself that a girl of his own age would have to be blind not to get a crush on my brother's ash-blonde hair and even more specifically, his Kohler eyes.
On such a great day, I almost can't help remembering the worst day of my life. Weird, huh? I guess I should relieve myself of the painful memories or something by telling you right? Well, here goes…
My parents weren't very pro-mutant. I'm not saying that they were anti-mutant, but it was like they were always obsessed with finding a cure for mutants. At that time they didn't know that all three of us possessed the mutant x-gene, but I guess life's funny like that. Had they known, they probably wouldn't have continued with their research so adamantly.
On the eve of my tenth birthday I was woken up in the middle of the night as my mother pushed four year-old Matt into my arms and rushed Nicholas and me (still holding Matt) into the cellar of our house. From there we were to enter a tunnel that would lead away from the house. Of course we still didn't understand what was going on, but I was too groggy to question my mother's orders and led the way crawling into a tunnel that would open up a mile into the countryside.
We had just gotten out of the tunnel and into the cold snow, when Matt smelled smoke and turned in the direction of where our house had been. Had been. In its place now, was a fire big enough to be seen from where we were still sitting. We waited until dawn the next day, but our parents never came out of the tunnel. The last words I remember my father saying to me were, "Don't worry about your presents; they'll be here in the morning." It sounds kind of crazy to be thinking of presents when your parents are about to die, but, again, life's funny like that…
I guess that all I have time to write now.
Goodnight Diary,
Vivian Kohler
Author's Note: Hi, if you even made it this far down, that obviously means that you've read my first chapter. Thank-you for reading the first episode of many still to come. Please do me a favor and hit the purple-ish button below this blurb and write me a review.
Until the next chapter comes out,
JaxWin