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The teen sat on a bus bench, under the street light, just watching the people walk by. He stared at them from under his black hoodie, watching them pass him, with his yellow eyes. He didn't want to know them, and had no desire to talk to them, as a girl had quickly discovered earlier.
The nighttime was his element, the darkness, his friend. He reveled in it, embracing it full and completely.
He was called Ghost.
A cellphone rang and he pulled it out to look at it, then suddenly threw it out into the road, and grinned as a car ran over it.
He hated those noisy things.
Caryn is going to be very difficult later, he remembered.
Ghost frowned as he looked at the mess that was once a cellphone, now nothing but scrap.
There was just something about the girl, who was his sister, that always seemed to be the only thing that he cared about. She was normal and would forever be.
Well, almost.
Caryn was very smart for her age. Only seven, and she had already graduated from middle school. And she was the only one who accepted him for who he was, showing no fear of him.
Maybe that is why he cared about her.
Ghost sighed and got up. He looked around for a phone booth and had to wonder around in search of one. All of the time, he wondered in annoyance, why there were no damn phone booths around.
Finally, after almost looking for two hours, he found one and he quickly discovered that it was out of order. He put the headset to his ear and heard nothing.
He growled as he slammed the headset into the device a few times and then finally tore the headset away, and into the street.
"Do you need help?"
Ghost frowned as he glanced over at a woman. He knew what he looked like to her. He was only about three feet tall and looked like a child, but when he glared at her, she gasped and quickly rushed off.
He frowned as he looked up at the moon. He would have to explain why he didn't call her later.
"Looks like you need a hand."
Ghost heard the person clapping slowly, causing the him to turn around. He grinned as he saw another like him. He was a teen with reddish colored hair, that was tied back into a ponytail. And his brown eyes were full of trickery and mischief. Ghost instantly recognized the boy as a fellow mutant.
The boy smiled as he pulled out a cellphone.
"You can borrow it," Ghost heard. "But one phone call."
Ghost took the phone and quickly dialed the number into it.
He saw the other boy grinning and watching him, as the other line picked up.
"Hello?"
"Caryn," Ghost said. "What do you want?"
"What happened to your phone?"
"That doesn't matter," Ghost said, clearly annoyed. "You called me. What is it?"
"Okay Spencer. I've got something to tell you. We have a big brother!"
Great, Ghost thought. Just friggin great.
"He's like you and he wants to meet you in New York."
"Fine," Ghost said.
"He'll be in the park!"
She said that quickly as possible, as she knew that he was hanging up. And she hoped that he heard it.
This is the first time that I am writing a ff placed in the X-Men world. I am hoping that you will be interested in it, so tell me what you think. Leave me a comment.