This is my first ever Xmen2 fanfic so please don't tell me if you don't
like it just tell me what things need changed. I actually wrote this for my
English exam at school, but I didn't get as far as I would have liked. So
here is what I wrote in my English exam and in the next chapter I will go
further. I also want to say that my HTML is very VERY bad so I'm sorry if
it shows. I do not own any of the characters but Emma is my own character
and belongs at me.br
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I ran down the streets of Boston trying to get away from the muggers. The rain splashed down from the heavens and blurred my vision. I was out of breath and my legs felt like they were going to drop off but I kept going, fearful of what might happen to me if I stop and the muggers catch up with me.br
I had no idea about were I was going, all that I knew was that I was heading into a derelict part of Boston that hardly anyone lived in anymore apart for some very poor people so I doubted that anyone would try and help me at all. My legs hurt so much and my chest was beginning to tighten as it heaved desperately for the air that I needed to live. But I denied it such a thing and began to run faster.br
I was so frightened that tonight would be my last night on earth and that I would never see the sun rise. My fears died down when I saw a small church that seemed abandoned. The door was slightly ajar and I thought that I would be able to loose my pursuers in the shadows that lay on its inside.br
I began to run faster but the 3 muggers were quicker than me and less out of breath than I was. Just before I reached for the door handle of the church, the obvious leader caught up with me and wrapped his arms around my chest, keeping my arms at my sides as the others reached for my bag that now lay in a puddle on the ground.br
I heard a sudden rush of air behind me and an angry man's voice saying something in German, which I did not understand, rung out. Before I knew what was going on, someone had kicked the leader in the back, causing him to fly forward along with myself, into a row of dustbins and garbage bags. The leader was then pulled off me with great force and thrown into his companions. He quickly go up and ran away screaming "Demon!".br
I had banged my head and was barely conscious. I looked behind me and saw a man in a long blue coat that went down to his shins. I saw nothing but the back of his head, but he seemed to be to my right one minute kicking a guy with a gun in the stomach, then his body turned to a blue cloud that smelled of brimstone (nearly making me gag it was so strong) and he was gone. The blue cloud appeared above the other man and he landed right on top of him.br
The man with the gun fired and as far as I could see, had wounded the German man in his right arm, causing him to cry out. He punched the man with the gun one last time. Both of the men that were left got up as quickly as they could and ran. I slipped into unconsciousness.br
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I woke up a few hours later. I was warm and dry. My eyes sprang open. I had been soaking wet when I had been out side. I sat up and looked at my clothes, they weren't really my clothes. They weren't even a woman's! I was wearing heavy men's black work boots that were 2 sizes to big for me, very baggy orange pants that were fastened by a thick leather belt to my waist, a white cotton shirt and a blue silk waistcoat.br
I was in front of an altar in a Catholic church. Looking at my surroundings more closely I noticed that it was the church I had tried to hide in. There were candles lit every were around the large cross, giving the place a warm glow. But the light did not reach very far and as you go nearer to the door it got a lot darker. I heard the rustle of a long coat around running legs come from above me then I heard a sudden rush of air above and then in front of me.br
In the shadows I saw two yellow eyes looking out at me and bright white sharp teeth slightly smiling, as if unsure of how to act. I gasped in fear as a blue-faced man with deep scores or tattoos on his face stepped out from the shadows. He kept his distance and did nothing but look at me. He looked like a demon with his blue skin and sharp teeth. He seemed more afraid of me than I was of him, but he still spoke.br
"Hello." His voice was soft and had a heavy German accent. For some very strange reason his voice seemed to calm my fears and they slowly ebbed away into nothing. In the light of the many candles I saw that he wore no shoes but had two-toed feet, he had dark and light orange-stripped pants, cream velvet waistcoat, white cotton shirt and a long dark blue coat on. I looked at his hands and saw that they only had three fingers on each and his nails were a gold colour. I looked at his face and no longer saw a demon.I saw the face of an angel.
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I ran down the streets of Boston trying to get away from the muggers. The rain splashed down from the heavens and blurred my vision. I was out of breath and my legs felt like they were going to drop off but I kept going, fearful of what might happen to me if I stop and the muggers catch up with me.br
I had no idea about were I was going, all that I knew was that I was heading into a derelict part of Boston that hardly anyone lived in anymore apart for some very poor people so I doubted that anyone would try and help me at all. My legs hurt so much and my chest was beginning to tighten as it heaved desperately for the air that I needed to live. But I denied it such a thing and began to run faster.br
I was so frightened that tonight would be my last night on earth and that I would never see the sun rise. My fears died down when I saw a small church that seemed abandoned. The door was slightly ajar and I thought that I would be able to loose my pursuers in the shadows that lay on its inside.br
I began to run faster but the 3 muggers were quicker than me and less out of breath than I was. Just before I reached for the door handle of the church, the obvious leader caught up with me and wrapped his arms around my chest, keeping my arms at my sides as the others reached for my bag that now lay in a puddle on the ground.br
I heard a sudden rush of air behind me and an angry man's voice saying something in German, which I did not understand, rung out. Before I knew what was going on, someone had kicked the leader in the back, causing him to fly forward along with myself, into a row of dustbins and garbage bags. The leader was then pulled off me with great force and thrown into his companions. He quickly go up and ran away screaming "Demon!".br
I had banged my head and was barely conscious. I looked behind me and saw a man in a long blue coat that went down to his shins. I saw nothing but the back of his head, but he seemed to be to my right one minute kicking a guy with a gun in the stomach, then his body turned to a blue cloud that smelled of brimstone (nearly making me gag it was so strong) and he was gone. The blue cloud appeared above the other man and he landed right on top of him.br
The man with the gun fired and as far as I could see, had wounded the German man in his right arm, causing him to cry out. He punched the man with the gun one last time. Both of the men that were left got up as quickly as they could and ran. I slipped into unconsciousness.br
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I woke up a few hours later. I was warm and dry. My eyes sprang open. I had been soaking wet when I had been out side. I sat up and looked at my clothes, they weren't really my clothes. They weren't even a woman's! I was wearing heavy men's black work boots that were 2 sizes to big for me, very baggy orange pants that were fastened by a thick leather belt to my waist, a white cotton shirt and a blue silk waistcoat.br
I was in front of an altar in a Catholic church. Looking at my surroundings more closely I noticed that it was the church I had tried to hide in. There were candles lit every were around the large cross, giving the place a warm glow. But the light did not reach very far and as you go nearer to the door it got a lot darker. I heard the rustle of a long coat around running legs come from above me then I heard a sudden rush of air above and then in front of me.br
In the shadows I saw two yellow eyes looking out at me and bright white sharp teeth slightly smiling, as if unsure of how to act. I gasped in fear as a blue-faced man with deep scores or tattoos on his face stepped out from the shadows. He kept his distance and did nothing but look at me. He looked like a demon with his blue skin and sharp teeth. He seemed more afraid of me than I was of him, but he still spoke.br
"Hello." His voice was soft and had a heavy German accent. For some very strange reason his voice seemed to calm my fears and they slowly ebbed away into nothing. In the light of the many candles I saw that he wore no shoes but had two-toed feet, he had dark and light orange-stripped pants, cream velvet waistcoat, white cotton shirt and a long dark blue coat on. I looked at his hands and saw that they only had three fingers on each and his nails were a gold colour. I looked at his face and no longer saw a demon.I saw the face of an angel.