Alright so...growing up i used to watch X-Men Evolution religiously every saturday morning. I was SO disappointed becuz i was certain they would include Psylocke as a character (i mean DONT get me wrong that show was amazing! But Psylocke would have been awesome.) so i've decided writing a monstrous X-Men Evolution fanfic that told the story of Psylocke the way i would have liked to have seen her is my calling. I hope you all enjoy this. I promise not to go on a haitus with this one like im doing with my YYH fic. i PROMISE an update every week until its completion. (: Please read & review. 33
X-Men Evolution: Psylocke
Chapter One: Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters
"Professor, the truth is, we've always known our Elizabeth was…different," said the woman. She had grey-blonde hair and cold eyes and an even colder demeanor. Next to her sat a bearded man with charcoal hair and green eyes—he was very old; a face withered with wrinkles from a weary life.
Charles Xavier sat across from the woman and her husband, listening intently. "Now, Mrs. Braddock," he said quite calmly, "In what ways did you feel she seemed different from the other children?"
Of course in truth he had already formed his own ideas of what had differentiated young Elizabeth Braddock from her peers. He had dealt many times before with parents like Dr. and Mrs. Braddock as well, who would have opted to remain completely oblivious rather than admit to what their young daughter had become: a mutant.
Mrs. Braddock inhaled sharply before replying, "Ever since she was young, she was wildly rebellious. And just recently I've discovered these awful magazines under her bed."
Xavier raised an eyebrow curiously. "What kind of magazines, Mrs. Braddock?"
"Oh they're horrible, punk rock magazines…she knows we don't allow such things in this house!"
Xavier smiled inwardly but his expression remained diplomatic. Then, his tone was more serious, "Dr. and Mrs. Braddock, I suppose by my letter, you know why I've come?"
Both Dr. and Mrs. Braddock became very tense.
"There is a significant possibility that your daughter, Elizabeth, possesses an advanced X gene," said Xavier. Mr. and Mrs. Braddock looked confusedly at the Professor. "Meaning, she could be what is most commonly referred to as a mutant."
"How dare you!" said Dr. Braddock defensively. "My daughter is no mutant—that is a vile accusation."
"Dr. Braddock, please," said Xavier calmly. "Just hear me out—allow me to speak with your daughter in order to determine whether my theory is correct. If I am wrong I will offer my sincerest apologies, and be on my way."
Mrs. Braddock took her husband's arm, and shook her head. "Elizabeth is sleeping, Professor, she has been for over an hour. Can't this wait until morning? We will have someone prepare a room for you—" Mr. Braddock scoffed at the idea, and his wife glared at him dangerously.
"I believe young Elizabeth has been listening in on our conversation from the top of the staircase for sometime, Mrs. Braddock, and I'm sure if you called her she would come." Xavier smiled kindly, pointing to the spiral staircase of the Braddock manor.
Almost instantly the look on Mrs. Braddock's face faded into an angry scowl. "Elizabeth Braddock! Get down here now," she commanded.
All eyes were on the staircase as a girl made her way down the spiral stairs. She was young, but with an air of maturity Xavier had never seen with someone her age before. Her long, almost white, blonde hair streamed behind her as she walked defiantly into the living room and sat down next to her mother on the sofa. Xavier smiled at her, and he thought he'd seen her smile back.
"Elizabeth," Mrs. Braddock began, "this is—"
"—Professor Charles Xavier, from America," Elizabeth said as glanced up at her mother with angry eyes. "So I heard."
Mrs. Braddock's frown deepened as she turned to Elizabeth. Then, regaining her composure she continued, "Like us, he thinks that you are…different."
Elizabeth rolled her eyes.
"Not different, Mrs. Braddock," Xavier interjected. "Unique… And, Mr. and Mrs. Braddock, I wonder if it would be possible for Elizabeth and I to speak in private?"
Dr. and Mrs. Braddock looked hesitant.
"It's alright, Mum," Elizabeth sighed, looking bored. "I want to ask him about some stuff. Some…'mutant' stuff."
Dr. and Mrs. Braddock slowly rose, and left the room, not sparing one glance at Elizabeth.
It would appear that they are quite skeptical of my words.
Elizabeth blinked. Had she really just heard that? A voice in her head? The voice was new, but familiar to her, she turned to Xavier. "Did you hear that?"
Of course, Elizabeth—now don't be alarmed…this is my power. Xavier's voice echoed through her mind, clear and powerful.
"You can talk to people without speaking?" she asked incredulously. He nodded. "Brilliant!" she smiled. "Mine's a lil' different."
She rose from the sofa and extended her arm. There were a few moments of what looked like deep concentration on her part and then, a spew of pink flames engulfed her hand, conjuring a blade of pure psychic energy.
Xavier sat in utter awe. "Extraordinary," he breathed. "Elizabeth—with training you have great potential to do amazing things."
Elizabeth extinguished the blade and fell back onto he sofa, obviously exhausted. "Takes a lot out of me, though, see. …And, well, it burns every time…"
Interlocking his fingers, Xavier leaned forward in his chair. "You know, Elizabeth, there is a place I have built for people like us—'Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters'. It is filled with students, all around your age, and there is a room waiting for you if you'd like to come give it a try."
"Me? Go to America for, um… 'mutant school'?" she half laughed at the idea.
"Yes," said Xavier simply. "And I think with a little convincing, your parents will agree that it's for the best—but first, what are your feelings on all this, Elizabeth?"
"My feelings?" she repeated absentmindedly. "Well, it's been a while since the first time…Mum and Dad just don't get it—I'm not their 'little princess' and I guess I never really was. It's almost like I'm trapped here…I guess."
Xavier nodded, pleased, and then said, "Well, it would appear that your parents and I have much to talk about. I would very much appreciate if you, however, went back to your room, Elizabeth—be ready to leave in the morning, early."
Elizabeth's eyes widened… tomorrow morning? She didn't want to, but she did as she was told, not wanting to jeopardize her chances of going with him in the morning. Though she seriously doubted they'd allow her to go to America for school for mutants, she was excited anyway. She walked passed her parents in the kitchen on her way to the staircase; they glared at her disapprovingly as she went by.
As she made her way up the stairs she looked back to see her parents retake their seats on the sofa across of Xavier to resume their conversation.
Once safely upstairs, Elizabeth sighed. She considered eavesdropping on the conversation downstairs between Xavier and her parents, but it was no good. She was suddenly very tired, and could hardly keep her eyes open. She lied down on her bed and drifted into a quiet, comfortable sleep.
So yeah...first chapter's pretty boring, I kno, BUT it does get a lil better in the next one. This was basically a typical prologue ;D