Cute gayboyness, don't like don't read :3 Otay?
X-Men belong to Marvel, Chris Scott and half the story belongs to TwilightXari, the muddy lump and the other half of the story belongs to meh. Thanks for actually reading this! XP
Truthfully, Chris Scott never expected anything strange to happen that day, or any day for that matter. Well, nothing stranger than the usual strange things that went on at Mutant Academy, like people randomly going through walls and changing shapes and all that. Normalcy really was determined by one's surrounding society…
Anyways, this was the sort of way Chris was that one fateful day, simply sitting on the couch in the empty rec room rereading one of his favorite books, Howl's Moving Castle, simply to pass some spring vacation time. The only thing really going through his mind was the wish that it were sunny and warm enough outside for him to take his boredom out to the garden where it was pretty and tranquil, a much better place for reading than the rec room, where loud, obnoxious people liked to randomly burst in with plans for watching an equally loud, obnoxious movie or something, just to piss him off. Well, he'd been lucky so far, since the mutants with families who actually accepted them were off visiting said families, and the rest, though the majority, were trying to alleviate boredom in their own rooms.
Because of such a long stretch of time having been spent on the rec room couch in actual peace, Chris just knew that soon, veeeery soon, someone would come in and everything would go straight to hell for him…
However, he held onto whatever pathetic sliver of hope he had left that he'd have the afternoon to himself without having to glare at anyone and move somewhere more private. It was because of this that he chucked his book down angrily and stomped to the door at the sudden bang on it. Stupid kids and their stupid pranks…Who in their right mind would throw stuff at the door in THIS weather?! Chris flung open the door.
"WHAT?!..." He stopped, surprised, looking down at the very large thing that had made such a sound against the door. It didn't appear to be kids playing pranks. Instead, it was a winged-human-shaped pile of mud, leaves, and god knows what else, lying right in front of the door. It wasn't moving, but upon closer examination, it appeared to be breathing. "…Huh…Uh, hey, er, wake up…" Chris nudged it with his foot gently but firmly, hoping to shake it awake, but was surprised to find that he couldn't move it like he would have been able to with an average (but with wings) person.
But he wasn't really thinking about that. Hell, the person definitely needed help, and he wasn't as heartless as many people would say he was. Checking to make sure there were still vital signs, he turned and ran to find help.
Short, I know, but this is just the intro. More, longer chaps to come!