Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men, but as far as I know Marian is my property. However, even she is based on the idea of mutants, so she really isn't mine either. Just don't sue me, okay. I don't own any of this.
Identity
Chapter One
The streets of New York City were not a good place to be found late at night. Marian knew this as well as anyone else, but the dark-eyed teenager had nowhere else to turn. The rain of late November was soaking her skinny body, but she didn't care. All she was concerned about was the end, although she didn't even know what she was wishing for. She knew nothing, save the chill and hunger which plagued her body. She heard voices around her, speaking to her, but she knew none of them. The ocean of noise made it impossible for her to focus on anything, so she just sat there, shivering, with the rain matching the tears that fell from her face.
She didn't know how long she had made herself a home here; her sense of time had been lost along with all her memories. She remembered nothing of her past. The previous moment was now just a blur in the confusion of her mind. The girl didn't know what the present was. Nothing was relevant to her. She was far from anyone who loved her and without an identity of her own. Perhaps even life and death were irrelevant and she would become a shadow, alive to the ones who saw here, yet without a voice or feeling.
Yet she could feel the pain. That alone assured her that she still lived. She did not know what caused this flaming pain, but her entire being was consumed by it. The swarm of voices in her head worsened the situation, tormenting her mind, making it impossible to find peace. She did not know what they said, which made them so much more intolerable. If only they would be silent.
Maybe the voices were her, though. Perhaps this body contained the spirits of the dead. As the girl collapsed in the street, she still knew nothing of whom she truly was.
"Professor, she's coming around." Marian now lay on a bed. The first thing she realized was her body was warm. The next thing she realized was she was alive. She was still deciding whether that was a blessing or a curse, when a bald man in a wheelchair came to her side.
"Hello Marian. I'm Professor Charles Xavier," he said. His voice was gentle when he said her name. Her name! She had an identity. She was not some shadow or merely a host t deceased spirits, she was Marion. Within her something leapt for joy. The bald man smiled.
"Don't try to get up yet. You were barely alive when Kurt found you." He had sensed her thoughts. Marian looked him over, and was about to ask where she was, but became too fatigued, her breathing labored. Someone was at her side instantly, sitting her up and soothing her body. Once she was relaxed, the Professor continues.
"You're in Westchester, New York, at a school for those like you. Don't worry about the past right now, though. You will find it soon enough." With those encouraging words, Marian drifted off to a comfortable sleep.