Samantha Drake, daughter of Bobby and Marie Drake just transferred to Sky High. She should have the power of ice like her father, right? But what if she doesn't? What if she is hiding something from both of her parents? What if her power is something...else? Rated for safety, and possible WarrenOC later.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize and I make no money off of this, so don't try to sue. All you'll get is pocket lint and two shirts and a visor from my Dairy Queen uniform.
A/N: In case you're wondering (X-3 SPOILER), Samantha was conceived shortly after Rogue took the cure. In my universe, the cure wasn't permanent, but by the time she got her power back, Samantha was already in her belly, and the child was immune to Rogue's mutation. Also, I have had many people say that I stole this character, but I did not, I repeat, did not, which you will find if you stick around long enough to find out.
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"Samantha, hurry and get up, or you're gonna miss your bus," called Mantha's mom. Today was Mantha's first day at Sky High. Last year, she had been at her parents' old school in Westchester, New York, but since her family moved, she had to transfer. So now she was the new kid at a school for superheroes. As much as she would never admit it she did like to see her parents every day, instead of only during the summer at her old boarding school, but life here was going to be so much different. She hated having to start all over.
Reluctantly, Mantha got out of bed, pulled on black hiphugger jeans and a black v-neck top, brushed out her very dark brown hair, and put on a little eyeliner, making her look even more gothic. As she surveyed herself in the mirror, she noticed once more just how unlike her parents she was. She had her mother's fair skin and thin build, and her father's way of looking at people that made them feel like she could see right through them, but that's where the similarities ended. She had dark brown, almost black eyes, and a short temper. She liked to wear black because it was attractive and pretty much told people to leave her the hell alone. She was a loner not because of who she was, but because she wanted to be. No one could ever get close enough to her to see the real reason behind her reclusiveness. Mantha was hiding. Hiding from everyone, even her parents. She had a terrible secret, one that could tear her family apart if she ever told. Her father had no idea, and her mother...well, her mother overlooked anything out of the ordinary, pretended that nothing was wrong. Whether she knew or not, Mantha didn't know. But it didn't really matter. Mantha couldn't talk to either of her parents about it. She had to hide that part of herself. The part that was...
"Mantha, hurry upཀ" her mother shouted again, breaking Mantha's train of thought. Sparing one last glance at the mirror, Mantha picked up her backpack and walked out of the room. Saying a quick goodbye to her parents, she headed out the door, but not before she heard her father say, "She's really such a sweet kid, but you'd never know it to look at her." She knew he meant how she dressed, and it wasn't really an insult, even though he didn't exactly like her style. But he believed in giving her freedom, and she was grateful for it. Glancing one last time at her house, she trudged up the block to wait for the bus.
When the bus came, the driver announced himself as "Ron Wilson, bus driver," as if it were something really special. Mantha just nodded without saying anything and walked down the aisle, looking for an open seat. The only seat not already taken was an empty one at the back. The bus continued on, and stopped at one more house. Mantha looked up and saw the boy get on the bus. He had long black hair, streaked with red, and was wearing all black and a leather jacket. She noticed as he walked down the aisle that the other students sort of shrunk away from him. Looking around, Mantha realized that the only unoccupied seat was the one near her. Shit. She rolled her eyes and waited for him to sit down. When he finally did, the bus driver said "next stop, Sky High." Two shoulder straps came out of the seat and buckled around Mantha, and a bar came down in front of her. 'What is this' she thought, 'some freak's version of an amusement park?' Soon, though, she realized why the straps and bar were necessary, as the bus was flying through the air.
When the bus landed, the students went off, talking with their friends and laughing. Mantha waited for the boy to get off first, since he had the aisle seat, and silently thanked whatever controlled the world that he hadn't tried to strike up a conversation with her. When she finally got off the bus, she noticed that there was a cheerleader eagerly doing a 'start of the year' cheer, ending with her turning herself into a beach ball. She rolled her eyes and thought to herself 'this is going to be a long year.'
Before she had the chance to think about where she was supposed to go, a woman strode up to her and said, "I'm Principal Powers. Since you're new, you'll need to be sorted along with the other freshmen, so follow me." 'Sorted?' Mantha thought. 'What is this place, Hogwarts?' She found out quickly that the 'sorting' was not like Harry Potter at all. Apparently, 'Power Placement' was supposed to determine whether you would be a hero, or a sidekick. 'Great,' thought Mantha. The only way she would make hero would be to use one of her powers, which would not exactly go over well with anyone. She could suck the life force out of people, like her mother could, but that wouldn't exactly be easy to do without actually attacking and/or hurting someone. She could, of course, use her other power that no one knew about, but the consequences of that, she didn't even want to think about. As she stood deliberating this, the line in front of her slowly diminished.
"Ms...Drakeཀ" called Coach Boomer, looking at his clipboard for her name. "Daughter of Iceman and Rogue?" he asked. At Mantha's nod, he told her to power up.
"Well, that's a bit of a problem," said Mantha drily.
"And why's that?" asked the coach. "Haven't got a power?"
"Actually, I inherited my mom's power," said Mantha, sounding bored. "But I doubt you really want to see me sucking the life out of somebody. Unless you'd like to volunteer..."
"That won't be necessary," said the coach, trying to look calm. "Heroཀ" he shouted, and handed her a class schedule, being sure not to make contact with her skin. Mantha rolled her eyes and trudged on to her first class, 'Mad Science."