A/N: Yeah, I'm back! This story takes place two years after Tsunami. The story will be centered around the Mutant Registration Act in Bayville and the formation of anti-mutant groups. I'm looking for a beta reader to help me out but I haven't found anyone yet. If anyone could refer me to one that would be great. Or people like Crimson Cruelty and Scarlet Magpie can help me out by PMing me some more writing tips and pointers.
I wanna take this time to apologize for my immature behavior when I wrote Tsunami. True, Semina is a blatant Mary-Sue but I'm slowly trying to turn down the Mary-Sueism. But I know everyone has had their share of Mary-sue and Gary-Stu OC's. I was a newbie, it was my first story and I was defensive about it which lead me to piss off quite a few people who were just trying to help me. The criticism was seen as flames in my eyes and I acted like a total bitch. So, sorry. Review this story how you want and I'll try to make sure I act like mature person and ask for opinions and help when necessary. But at least give my stories a chance. They are here for your entertainment and enjoyment.
I want to run the ages by you guys first. Hopefully I didn't miss anyone:
Remy, Piotr, St. John: 22
Scott, Jean, Anthony, Lance, Warren, Betsy: 21
Semina, LaToya, Pietro, Wanda, Rogue, Kurt, Alex, Tabby, Fred: 20
Kitty, Laura, Evan, Todd: 19
Bobby, Amara, Ray, Sam, Jubilee, Roberto: 18
Rahne, Lorna: 17
Jamie: 16
Couples are either obvious or you'll see them later on on the story.
With that being said, ENJOY!
Disclaimer: Try as I might, I STILL don't own X-Men Evolution, so don't sue me!
() =Telepathic conversations
""=Speaking
''=Thoughts
Prologue
A blinding white light shone down on me, making me squint. The room smelled of disinfectant and bleach that tried, but to no avail, to mask the stench of blood. Four walls cold and metal surrounded me. No doors to escape, no way out. Save the control panel full of people above me, the room was relatively bare. A harsh voice crackled through an unseen speaker.
"Full name?"
I chose to remain silent and didn't answer the question. An arduous shock flowed through me, courtesy of the sleek black collar around my neck, bringing me to my knees.
"Full name?" the unknown voice repeated.
"Semina Erica Wilson," I growled.
"City of residence?"
"Bayville, New York," I answered, deciding cooperation was necessary.
"Power?"
My face twisted into a peculiar look. "Telepathy and hydrokinesis."
"Beginning scan," the voice stated before fizzling out.
A green beam shot from the control room and enveloped my entire body.
"Scan completed. Power level determined."
'Power level?' I thought, a curious look on my face.
"Analysis: class four mutant."
'Class four?' I mentally smirked, despite the place I was in. 'Impressive if I do say so myself. They'll have no choice but to release me now that they know how powerful I am.'
"Action: Terminate."
"What?" I shouted in alarm.
One of the walls of the door opened and three high-tech looking Sentinels marched in. I desperately clawed at the collar trying my best to pry it off. I dd so but to no avail only succeeding in scratching my neck to the point where tiny droplets of blood dripped from the scratch marks. With the collar around my neck suppressing my powers, there was nothing I could do as the Sentinels each raised a hand to take aim at me. Their cannons charged up and with an incandescent yellow light surrounding the barrel, they fired.
I snapped awake dripping in sweat and furiously panting. No screaming came from my mouth, just silence from sickening apprehension. I warily touched my face and body to make sure I was really alive...I was. My eyes glimpsed at the clock that read four A.M. I exhaled a shaky breath and stuck my legs out of from under the now sweat soaked sheets. I tried my best to walk a straight line to the bathroom but every step was wobbly and unbalanced. Finally reaching the bathroom, I gripped the sides of the sink and stared into the mirror. My cocoa brown skin had paled to a soft sandy color from fear. My eyes were enlarged and constantly shifting in paranoia but also lined with undeniable fright. My hair was matted to my skin and was sticking in all directions from frantically tossing and turning in bed. My chest heaved up and down as I tried to even out my breaths and slow my increased heart rate.
"There goes sleep," I muddled to myself, annoyed that the nightmare happened again. "Might as well train while I'm up."
Throwing my dampened nightgown into the hamper and pulling on sweats and a T-Shirt, I quietly exited my room and tip toed downstairs. Before I even reached the elevator to the sub levels a gruff but comforting voice sounded from behind me.
"Another nightmare?" Logan asked. No one really knows when Logan sleeps. It's one of those mysteries we have yet to figure out about him. I nodded to answer his question. "Do ya wanna talk about it?"
"You know I never do."
A painfully awkward silence passed.
"Y'know training won't make 'em stop."
I turned my back to him and toward the shiny elevator doors. "No, but it makes me feel better," I replied as I hit the down button with my fist. I turned my head toward him. "Ya coming or not?"
"I won't go easy on ya this time," he gruffly said, resisting the urge to allow his lips to curl into a small smile.
I managed to let a tiny chuckle escape my throat. "You never do, dad."
A/N: I know it was short but it is just the prologue. Reviews on what you thought about what I've got so far is just a click away! Next chapter should be up soon once I find my writing muse.