My brother thinks the idea of Xavier and a younger woman is gross, but I have a cool idea in mind and decided that its fun to use the least used characters as potential mates. Kinda broadens the horizons. I have a cool one with Logan but I decided to test the waters again by using Xavier and an OC. I hope you guys enjoy. Feedback is kind.
Do you think it sucks that there are so many OC with often chosen characters? Should I try? Does anyone have Dell's customer service number?!
The Past: fifteen years earlier
Scarlet Danes opened the tiny wooden box that she had found in the attack. Tucking a curly strand of brown hair behind her ears, she sat on the floor, Indian style, opened it and found a diary with her grandmother's name written across. She opened it up and read the first page.
"So much hatred for our kind…I was so afraid of mutants until a few days ago. I just turned fourteen last week when I started to get these really weird headaches. Mama told me that they were all part of the puberty system but these aren't regular headaches. I saw someone get killed last night…it looked like the little girl in the house across the street. Today, she was in the papers. She had been murdered, I didn't tell anyone yet, but I think I'm one of them. Daddy hates them; I can't tell him the truth. I won't ever tell anyone."
Scarlet quickly closed the book and gasped. She was sixteen years old, too old to show any signs and symptoms of being one of them muties. Her father hated them too. She had been grateful when she had turned twelve and had no kind of sign of being one of them. But now to see that her grandmother, a woman she had never met, had been one of them, it scared her to think she could be one too. She snuck the book to her room and read it until she was too exhausted to read.
She spent the next few months reading all her diaries, she had kept one for every year of her life. She read until the last page revealing the night before she was murdered, she had only been fifty years old. The page was partially ripped, ending with the phrase, "I know tonight is my last night of life. I was shown that I would be killed by m…" Scarlett sighed. She would never know the truth about her grandmother's death, but she vowed to protect all people, human and mutant alike.
The present:
A young woman walked up to the podium. She was cheered by few and cursed at by some. Dressed humbly in a red sheath dress with low black pumps, she stood straight and tall. Her dark skin was flawless and her hazel slanted eyes were icy as she proclaimed her thoughts to the people in that small stadium.
"As a direct descendent of the slaves down south, I know the racism that's so cruelly and openly expressed. In the autobiography Grandmother's Diary, I've chosen to reveal to you the things that my grandmother saw because of the racism that was going on through her time. Let's stop treating mutants as pieces of crap and start treating them as they should be, with respect and dignity, with pride and acceptance." She stepped off the podium and quickly walked away. Light bulbs flashed and she vaguely saw her father's angry face, he would be furious. She ran off into the limo that awaited her.
Scarlet sighed and blew a sharp breath out of her mouth. She opened the duffel bag underneath her chair and closed the tiny window that allowed the driver to see into the back. She quickly changed from her dress into a pair of jeans and a gray t-shirt, her flip flops brought comfort to her feet. She pulled her thick, curly hair into a ponytail and looked outside at the tiny crowd of teens and noticed a small boy get beat up by a few older kids; the older kids got their butts kicked by an old man that sought to help the child, they ran away crying.
She was too young to be taken completely serious, but she was working on gaining acceptance, even managing to get a few interviews with the major talk shows. She was constantly booed off the stage by her verbal acceptance of mutants, her grandmother's gift still being kept under wraps; she was waiting for the right moment to reveal her ancestry. Her father hated her enough now. She left the limo and began to walk towards her house. She couldn't have known what would happen next.
She entered the house and went into her bedroom, getting ready for a nice long nap. Then she heard something explode. She ran over to the hallway and saw that it was immediately going up in flames. She ran into her bedroom but it immediately filled with smoke, followed by flames. She felt them lick her arms and she began to scream. She took in a breath to scream and her lungs filled with the black air; she fainted.
She woke up in a cool room. She could barely lift her hands and saw that they were bandaged, beside her a voice spoke.
"I am glad to see you are awake," said a soft voice. She turned to see a blue ape holding up a thermometer. She promptly fainted again.