Yay! You clicked on my story! At least I think you did. I mean, if you're reading this you obviously did click on it...
So, if you haven't been reading my other X-Men Evolution fanfiction then I should warn you...I've only seen season one because of course, it's the only season that they have on Netflix so grrr.
I've been saving up to buy all four seasons on DVD so that should happen in a while.
Don't be mad at me if I mess up some stuff because if it's from seasons two three or four, then I obviously don't know it.
I hope you like it!
Please review, I would greatly appreciate your feedback!
"Please! Don't hurt me!" a blue silhouette cried out. Melody stretched her eyes open wide in shock. A single thought drifted through her mind. Don't let it get away! She snarled at herself and lunged forward, fangs bared. The blue silhouette turned tail and sprinted away fearfully, like a cornered animal.
With a wicked grin, Melody transformed herself into an eagle and soared elegantly after it. "You won't escape me!" she hissed through her teeth, angling her wings so she would come down on top of him. In mid-air, she took her human-like form again, unafraid of exposing her blue skin to this stranger. According to her agenda, they wouldn't be around to tell others about her.
Melody forced herself to freeze, suddenly regaining control of her own body long enough to realize what was happening. What am I doing? She thought in alarm.
You are doing what you were always meant to do…hunt! A raspy voice replied in her head. Some invisible force seemed to size her, and she was no longer in control.
She darted after her escaped prey with her yellow eyes burning. "You won't get away!" to her horror, she hoped that the words coming out of her mouth couldn't have been her own…
"Vhat do you vhant from me?" the voice of the silhouette whimpered fearfully.
"I want you gone!" Melody snarled with a terrifying grin on her face. The silhouette flinched as she pulled something out of her jacket pocket.
Melody saw the glint of a blade in the corner of her eye and tried to screw her eyes shut tightly, but she could still see the scene vividly through her eyelids.
"Listen…I don't know who you are…or vhy you vhant to hurt me…" the silhouette struggled to speak calmly as Melody advanced on him.
"Oh, I don't want to hurt you, Kurt." She snickered, running her tongue across her fangs. "In fact, you won't ever feel hurt again when I'm through with you." The silhouette…Kurt's eyes widened in terror as Melody brought the knife down on him.
Suddenly, she couldn't see a thing…but the horrifying sounds of pained cries bounced mercilessly through her head.
"Stop! Please….." Kurt's cries and screams faded away into silence that was only broken by the sound of Melody panting.
Something warm and wet covered her hands, and her eyes suddenly opened again as she seemed to be in Bayville High... but this time….her eyes were forced to gaze at the gruesome scene that lay in front of her…
"N-No…" she gave a choked cry as she stared in horror at what she had just done…
Blood was everywhere…on the floor, the walls. The silhouette was clearly visible to her now. And she had never seen him before. She wished she couldn't see him as he was now.
He looked like he had been mauled by a bear, which was the only way that Melody could describe his hideously deep wounds…
Trembling, Melody reached out her hand to touch his. Blue…three fingers…she noted hesitantly. When her fingertips brushed against them, she felt fur.
It was clear to her that this stranger was a mutant…like her.
Look at his face! The raspy voice ordered. Melody looked away from the terrible scene but again found herself guided by invisible hands. Her head turned sharply in the dead mutant's direction and her eyes were forced to meet his.
They were yellow…not unlike her own. But his were dull and glazed over, seeming to stare straight through her. She shuddered as tears formed in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She wiped them away with her hand, only to smear blood on her face.
She gagged and stumbled backwards, hitting a wall. She tried to look away but her head was being held firmly in place.
Look! Look at what you have done! The raspy voice shouted urgently.
"I don't…want to!" Melody shouted as sobs racked her body.
Look at it! The voice hissed.
"I can't!" she cried hoarsely.
But you must! The voice growled deeply its tone quickly fading into a chuckle. Don't you see it? This…this is who you are! This is who you will become!
"No ….No!" Melody sobbed, shaking her head to avoid gazing at the dead mutant boy. "This isn't who I am!" she refused to believe it would be her…
Melody, Melody… The voice seemed to sigh. It's already who you are. It's in your blood.
Melody cried out in pain as the dagger sliced through her fingertip. Blood poured out of it and onto the floor. It formed a straight line before sliding across the floor like a snake. "Stop! Stop this!" Melody pleaded.
Watch! The voice commanded with a tone of urgency.
Melody watched the blood slither across the floor demonically, and to her shock, began to spell out words on the floor.
"No….no no no!" Melody shrieked, struggling even more to get away. The writing was complete…
"It can't be!" Melody whimpered.
In front of the dead mutant boy, the words spelled out Brother…
Melody sat bolt upright in her bed, trembling and panting. Her skin was damp with sweat and the cold from outside drifted through her bedroom window and chilled her to the bone.
It was just a nightmare… she sighed, relieved that the horrors she had just witnessed were all in her mind. None of it was real…
She stood up and tip-toed to her window, hoping not to wake her mother, and quickly shut it, her hands trembling from the cold.
Suddenly, without warning, her room door swung open, pouring light throughout the dark quarters. Melody winced away in surprise.
"Melody! Dear, are you alright?" It was her mother staring at her with a worried expression and wielding a flashlight.
"Yes, mother. I'm fine." Melody said with a weak smile.
"But I heard a noise…it sounded like screaming and-"
"It was just a nightmare…" Melody explained calmly.
"Same one?" her mother asked worriedly.
"Yeah…but I'm sure I'm just worried about finals this week at school…" she said reassuringly, not wanting to further worry her startled mother.
She knew her mom very well. She was extremely over-protective of her and was always keeping an eye on her. Because of her, Melody was forced under a long list of rules. She wasn't allowed to go to parties or anywhere with friends, she couldn't even call someone her friend unless her mother knew them, she wasn't allowed to date or even talk to boys while her mother was around…but these rules no longer bothered Melody as much as they had before…she'd gotten used to being the loner with the over-protective mother.
Besides, she couldn't be mad at her mother no matter what. Her mother was the only family she had left…she had never met her father and her mother never talked about him. She didn't have any siblings or cousins or anything…But that didn't stop her from searching for her father.
Her mother sighed. "Don't let the finals bother you. They're only quarter finals, by the way. You don't have to remember everything from an entire school year." She pointed out with a smile.
Melody returned the smile. Suddenly she yawned and rubbed her eyes.
"What time is it?" she asked tiredly. Her mother pointed at her alarm clock.
"Three in the morning." She replied.
"Jeez….really?" Melody said through another yawn. Her mother leaned forward and kissed her forehead
"Why don't you try to get some more sleep?" she suggested, turning off the flashlight and setting it down on Melody's nightstand.
"Good night slash morning, Mom." Melody said with a sigh.
"Good night Melody." Her mother replied walking out of into the hallway. Just as she began to close the door, Melody stopped her.
"Wait, mom?" Melody asked softly. Her mother peered around the door.
"Yes, sweetie?" her mother said sweetly.
"Are we the bad guys?" she asked simply. Her mother paused, brow furrowed in confusion.
"Of course not, sweetie. Wherever did you get that idea?" she wondered.
"Nowhere…I guess I was just wondering." She said with a smile.
"Alright, then. We can talk more about this in the morning if you'd prefer." Her mother began.
"No…that's fine Mom. Goodnight." She replied tiredly. Her mother shut the door behind her and turned the hallway light off.
What if we are the bad guys…? She thought nervously before drifting back into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Melody slammed her fist down on her alarm clock and sat up slowly in her bed. With a gaping yawn, she got to her feet and began to rummage through her closet, grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.
The smell of pancakes wafted through her bedroom door, causing Melody's mouth to water. "Since when does Mom cook?" she wondered aloud.
Her mother never cooked her breakfast. Usually she just drove to the supermarket and bought a box of cereal, which usually lasted the two of them a week or so.
Or maybe the occasional toaster waffle…but never had she gone to such lengths as to actually cook breakfast. She was usually way too busy with her job to cook.
"Morning, Mom." Melody called from halfway down the stairs.
"Good morning, Melody. I made pancakes." She said with a smile.
"I know, I could smell them from upstairs!" Melody said as she spotted the perfectly cooked pancakes sitting neatly on the table. "When did you become an expert pancake maker?" she asked jokingly.
"I found a recipe on the back of a pancake mix box." Her mother replied, gesturing to the discarded yellow box.
"They look amazing!" Melody said with a grin, sitting at the table and stacking three pancakes on her own plate. "Do we have any syrup?" she asked after she had shoveled a fork-full of pancake into her mouth.
"Sorry, no. I forgot to get some when I bought the pancake mix." Her mother said, placing another two pancakes on the tray in the center of the table.
"Oh well. These taste amazing!" she said with her mouth full.
"Do you need a ride to school or would you prefer walking today." Her mother asked after breakfast had been completed.
"I think I'll take that ride." Melody replied as she slung her backpack over her shoulder. "Come on, let's go. We can't be late."
"Wait, Melody! You've forgotten something!" Her mother stopped her before she walked outside.
"What?" Melody asked, confused. Her other tossed her a watch-like device.
"You're holo-projector." she said with a smile. Melody caught the device easily and put it on with a sigh. The holo-projector had been from a man called Charles Xavier…at least that's what her mother had told her. She herself wasn't exactly sure who he was but she was thankful for the holo-projector. It was the only thing that would conceal her identity as a mutant.
"Thanks mom! Phew, can you imagine if I'd forgotten it?" She joked nervously.
"No problem sweetie. Now, let's get to school we can't be late." She instructed.
"Of course we can't be late, you're the principle of the school!"
"Have a nice day at school, Melody!" her mother called from the car. "I'll see you later!" Melody waved back at her mother as the car window rolled up and her mother drove around the back of the school towards the teacher parking lot.
With a heavy sigh, Melody walked through the open school doors and to her locker, where her friends from the Brotherhood were waiting for you.
"Hey, Mel. I dunno if you noticed, but you're late." Toad sneered.
"Shut up, froggy-boy." Melody said, rolling her eyes as she opened her locker.
"Hey, hey…no need to be so moody." He mumbled, crossing his arms.
"Don't mind him." Pietro said with a sly smile. "So…wanna maybe hang out at lunch or something?" Melody shrugged and placed her backpack inside her locker, taking out her textbooks and binder before shutting it again.
"Was that a yes?" Pietro wondered, smiling.
"Well, I don't think I have a choice. My mom won't let me sit with anyone else but you guys, after all." She sighed.
"So it was a yes!" Pietro began to dart away. "See you after math!" he called as he ran to his next class.
So far, today was starting like any other…until somebody bumped into her, causing her to drop her books.
"Oops! Sorry, my bad." Melody stiffened as she recognized the boy's voice…
I think this chapter ended up being kind of short...but hey, that's just my opinion.
Anyway, I guess you've all figured out that I'm going to write Mystique as the loving and over-protective mother. I just kinda figured that it would make sense since she's lost Kurt and Rogue (Oh and here's news to everyone on the internet. Rogue's name is not spelled "Rouge" like the bat from Sonic the Hedgehog! It's "Rogue." R. O. G. U. E. Rogue! It drives me crazy when people write it as Rouge). So I just think she'd be over-protective of Melody because she doesn't want to lose her.
And yes, Quicksilver is going to flirt with Melody a lot because I think it would be funny...since she's not really going to return the feeling.
If you have any questions or comments, please please please please please please please write them in the reviews! I absolutely love feedback from readers!
Next chapter is in progress!