Hi, for those of you who haven't read anything of mine before this is basically what I do. Each chapter averages about one thousand words, I don't have someone to read them over before I submit them so I usually beg for you not to mind grammatical errors in advance.

I update whenever I can manage to do so, so if you're looking for a consistent updater you've come to the wrong person. However, if you are looking for interesting story and plotline twists, I'm your girl. Regardless of the story I love to keep people guessing at what I'm going to do next, so read on and leave me a review, if you love it, or if you don't.

I've tried to write a few different "X-Men" fics before this one, I'm kind of enjoying where this one is going in my head and on paper so I thought I'd give it a whirl. So, it won't be like my other story (Which I'm working on too, don't worry I won't forget "Hunted by Death" fighting scenes kick my trash) but still my style so enjoy.

I own the original characters, Marvel has claim on the x-men though.

Chapter 1

Her life had been perpetual darkness. She'd been kept in the small room with black painted windows since she was a child, darkness kept the gift, or curse as her father had come to think of it, hidden and weaker.

She had enough.

Her parents went out almost every night now, ever since she'd gotten to the age they could leave her at home alone, not that they trusted her but that it wouldn't be considered abandonment to leave her there alone. She wandered out of the room and looked around the rest of the house that had become nothing more than a prison. Pulling her hands into fists she went back to the room and began pulling on as many of the short sleeve shirts as she could as well as an extra two pairs of pants, it was uncomfortable but it would be warmer than in the clothes she had. She dug into a pair of jean pant pockets and pulled out a business card.

Her uncle had been there only days ago, he made this trip every few montys to try and convince her family to let her go with him to a special school, one where there were other people like her went.

"What do you mean 'like her?'" She'd heard her mother say through the door, "There isn't anything wrong with my daughter, she's just ill. Naomi doesn't need to be subjected to freaks like you!"

Naomi had peered out the door at her Uncle Hank, he was covered in blue fur and looked nothing like his brother. He'd caught sight of her and given her his number in case she wanted to talk. Her dad had then led him to the door and he was gone. She wanted to go, sixteen, she was sick of the small room, the painted windows and the looks of almost horror when her parents looked at her.

She grabbed her dad's old trench coat and a snow cap before leave the house. She walked for a while until she came to a pay phone and dialed.

"This is Hank McCoy, who's this?" He asked over the staticy line.

She licked her lips, "Could you come get me?"

The line went quite for a moment, "Naomi? What's wrong, are your parents alright, where are they, this isn't your families number."

She pulled the hood of the coat down over her head as far as it would manage as a car drove past. "I left. I don't want to be there anymore... Can you come get me?"

"Do you know where you are?" He asked, in the background of the line she could hear the jingling of keys and the opening of a door.

She shook her head and bit her lip, "No, I walked a few blocks down to the nearest pay phone." Her voice trembled slightly, "But I don't want to go back, I can live with them!"

"Naomi, it's alright, just hold on one minute."

"Please deposit twenty-five cents more to continue this call." The computer sounding voice stated, Naomi immediately produced the asked chance and dropped it into the machine.

"Are you still there?" Her uncle asked.

"Yeah, will you come get me?" She asked again.

"Of course," He replied gently, "Now Naomi what do you see?" She glanced around herself and described the dark scenery as if it was daylight. "Alright, a block down from where you are there should be a big building with stone lions in front of it. Its the library go there and wait on the steps. I'll be there in less than ten minutes." He paused, "I was planning to leave the hotel tonight, you're lucky that you caught me just after I'd finished packing." A second pause, "You're going to have to tell your family eventually sweetheart."

She remained quite for a moment. "...I know." She hung up and slowly, silently made her way though the darkness toward the building her uncle had described.

It was just as Hank had described it. The building was massive, made of old red bricks, she ran her hands along them feeling the crags and the mortar between the bricks. There were two statues of animals she'd only ever seen in books. The lions sat at the head of the stairs, resting several feet above the sidewalk, their mouths opened in an eternal, unheard roar. She kept her eyes on these creatures, the portrayal in stone so realistic she wondered if the spirits of the creatures resided in the casting. She settled onto the third step near the lion's backside.

Naomi wrapped her arms around her cold body, the nearby street lamp on the corner gave an irritating glare, her tugged the edges of the hood to try and cover her black eyes. She turned away from the light a short time later. She didn't have a watch, she couldn't tell how much time had past; she'd taken to counting few cars that drove past. She reached three when a blue vehicle pulled up to the curb. The window rolled down, "Well come on Naomi, unless you're thinking of going back." The girl immediately jumped up and went to the car. "You didn't bring anything?"

"I don't have anything." She stated and climbed in with her blue furred relative. Snow began to slowly drift down as they pulled away. The car was warm enough for her to remove the first few layers of coats from her person. She sat staring at the white fluff falling in the air. A part of her in awe at the simple beauty of it. The other part to numb to care.

She was leaving, she'd finally left the prison of a home she'd lived in for years. She let out a simple sigh of relief. She closed her tired eyes and drifted into a new darkness, one that felt like freedom.

Well there you go first chapter *breaks out the chocolate and root beer floats* Hope to hear from you in the comments.