This is something has been nagging me for a while and when I got the Blu-Ray I had to just start writing it down. So, hopefully you, who chose to read it, like it.

The idea of a mutant is brought up in books and movies alike. A scary monster that brings destruction and terror; that makes the townspeople group together and conquer. It's always the story that we are told to give hope to the human race so that we can come together to overcome the obstacle. But, what's the danger in someone that is different? Like a girl with bright green hair that can see the world in a different way; a girl like me. I've never hurt anyone, though my aunt and uncle think I am sometimes, though. Or, at least they were my aunt and uncle, it's still hard not to see them as so since they told me a few weeks ago they are just my foster parents. But what story are you supposed to give to a three year old when they ask why they don't have parents like her friend. And there's no way that you can lie and say that they are when she has green hair that you make her dye brown. However, I always have kept one thin strip at the very back green, because I felt that it somehow connected to my parents who died in a plane crash.

My life story hadn't been the best, but it was better than most nowadays and had been in earlier years. High School wasn't always been my favorite, because I never felt like I fit in, but then again people didn't really have my outlook on life. So, I spent my time in the library, a place where I could research and go over the topics that I did love—geophysics— as opposed to pep rallies and who was dating who.

That was the person I was in high school; the book worm, Lorna Dane, with the green streak. Sure I had friends and even a few dates, much to the pleasure of my Aunt, no foster mother, but I was hoping in college I could find someone that I could…well share a true bond with. A kindred spirit, I guess. That's the reason I had pushed so hard to graduate early.

Just then as I was in my haven, a large library with a college text—on my topic—in front of me to get a jump start to the new year, two men a bit older than me (probably in their early thirties) sat across from me.

"That's an excellent mutation that you have there." The younger of the two, who had longer brown hair and very blue eyes pointed to the green streak that's end was just visible in my side braid. "I'm suspecting that you're natural color isn't brown."

"Something tells me you already know," I replied, not unkindly but a bit suspiciously as I looked at him with my bright green eyes. "Can I ask why?"

"Lorna," He replied proving my point further by knowing my name. "We have something in common." Just then I felt the pull on my metal pen in my hand as the other man flicked his finger. Quickly, I flipped my palm up in the table, making my force field—which was the first thing I had developed when I was 15 and had tripped down the stairs at home—go up in between up. Holding up my other hand, I pulled it back into place, so it was like nothing had happened.

"Maybe more in common that we thought," The other man spoke in small surprise as I flicked my green eyes to him. "I'm Erik Lehnsherr." He held out his hand and with a small,l but still suspicious smile, I took it.

"Charles Xavier," the first repeated the process. "We'd like to talk about a prospective study with you."

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With the understanding from my foster parents that I needed to meet with more people like myself I got in the car with Charles and Erik. The drive up to Virginia was a pretty fairly enjoyable with the normal questions from Charles about when I had developed the mutations, or when I had noticed them. He asked mostly for my benefit I think, because it would have been pretty rude to just root around in my mind and find them. And while I normally would have been a little embarrassed to answer, I was fine with talking about them around more like myself.

It was pretty extraordinary actually because Erik was just like me, but more so. He was so much more developed at shaping and controlling metal than I was. All I really had been able to do was manipulate small multiple things or one medium sized thing. Though there was one thing that Charles found particularly amazing, and that was when I concentrated and he looked through the world in my second vision. A world solely of patterns of magnetic and electrical energy, right down to the magnetic aura's around themselves. That and along with the thoughts of my sort of bond with the Earth's electromagnetic field, that I had felt all my life. It was the thing that helped me see the world my way.

"Home sweet home," Erik noted as we pulled up to a large stone complex and stepped out.

"Now Lorna, there are six more people here just like us," Charles informed; only making my smile grow as I walked beside him with suitcase in hand. Why hide that I was excited to meet more people like me? The prospect was amazing to me. He seemed to catch that as he let out a chuckle and we started in as the car door closed behind.

As we moved around the halls, which were full of CIA agents, both pointed out places. It had already become easy to tell who really was fully into this, and that was Charles. As we moved into the laboratories, he lit up with explaining ideas of mutations in genes and all sort of things that revolved around an expansion of the human race. His hope for this new sort of combined world was almost infectious. And then there was Erik, the gruffer of the two who just sort of nodded along, ignoring the mutations speeches, but pointed of the more relevant things like the bathroom and kitchen, before breaking off to go somewhere. Both had their positives and negatives, and you could tell that they were good friends that filled in what the other was lacking a bit.

"Here is where you'll be staying," Charles pushed open the door to the small simple room. "All of us are staying in this hallway. So, make yourself at home."

"Thanks," I smiled to him as I stepped in and put my bag on the bed.

"Hey," I heard a somewhat cocky voice from behind and Charles twisted around.

"Alex, this is our new recruit," He gestured and I stepped forward to see a very handsome blonde with simple white t-shirt on that showed his muscular physique. Slowly, a smile came to his lips that only made him more attractive and highlighted his blue eyes.

"Lorna," I smiled and held out my hand to him.

"Alex," He grinned and took my hand.

"Do me a favor and introduce Lorna to the others," Charles spoke as we pulled back. As I tucked my hands behind my back, I looked over to him and saw a sly smile spread. "I have some things to do in the lab."

"'Course," Alex nodded as he looked to him and Charles turned walking back down the hall. "Sean and Darwin are still getting settled so we were just going to meet later," He informed.

"Alright," I shrugged and turned to unpack my bag. Flipping it open I started pulling out my perfectly folded clothing, and shoes. It was then as I started stooped down and lines my shoes up along the end of my bed that I realized Alex was still there, because he started chuckling. "Can I help you, Chuckles?" I questioned, glancing back up at him.

"Nope, just wondering where the crack is in that perfect exterior," He shrugged. "I mean, from what I've seen, all of us have one," he reasoned and I knew that he wasn't just talking of the human race but specifically mutants.

"You tell me yours and I'll show you mine," I smirked as he raised an eyebrow to me and leaned back against the door jam, crossing his arms.

"I was in jail," he replied with a look that silently tested me to freak out or something with this information.

"For what, if you don't mind me asking," I moved back to my bag, pulling out my clothes, in case I needed to hide the expression to the news and oh did I.

"You're going to figure out sooner or later," he muttered. "It was for killing the man that took my foster sister. He couldn't be proven guilty and I tried to take the law in my own hands," He spoke with a bit of remorse, and I looked down at my clothes a little wide eyed. "I didn't exactly mean to kill him, my mutation doesn't have the best control…" He said softly as I licked over my lips thinking about this little tidbit. Truthfully, I could understand that. Not the killing someone but, I mean at some points I could lose control when I was mad. I had scared both of my foster parents once when I had shouted and the pots on the hanger over the counter flew off in all directions. As I glanced over at him out of the corner of my eye I saw him looking down at the ground, and I think he did feel bad for killing him, and the man evidentially wasn't the best person for taking his sister.

"That's one big crack," I turned back to him as I started pulling my chest length hair up in a ponytail.

"You're telling me," He replied. "So…come on. You've got the Miss. Perfect act down so where is it?"

"Well, it's nothing that big. I mean I have the normal, parents died young, foster parents lied to me story," I smiled slightly. "But there is this," I turned around and pulled my hair to the side, showing the green streak that had been covered by the rest of my hair. "I hide it well."

"One green streak?" He said with a teasing edge in his tone. Flipping around, I looked to him with a smile.

"No, all of my hair is green," I mimicked his teasing tone.

"Nice," He smirked and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Don't be sarcastic about it," I rolled my eyes and turned back to my clothing.

"I'm not, it's different, and the fact that you don't cover it up all the way says something," He from his place still at the door jam and I gave a smile while still focusing on my suitcase.

"Well, thank you, Alex," I spoke, glancing back at him. I mean it was a typical thing for people to question it, sometimes with disgust. But he was here complimenting me on it and the reason why I had it.

"You should just go full green, sometime," he shrugged and I let out a small laugh.

"I can't remember when I ever was. My foster parents have dyed it since I was little," I clicked my tongue. There was one picture of me when I was little like that but that's the only one I could think of.

"So, umm," he spoke as I started hanging up my few pieces of clothing in the closet. "What were you doing before this?"

"I was studying for university classes," I answered simply.

"You're going to school in the summer?" he said and the teasing voice came back, but it was only going to get worse.

"No, I was studying for my classes in the fall," I glanced over to him and saw him bend down his head to scratch his forehead in an effort to hide the wide taunting smile. "Yeah, come on, go ahead and tease the nerd."

"Nooo, noooo. That's very prudent," He choked down the laugh. "You and ole' Hank will surely get along."

"Yes, well you need to find some way to fill your time when you don't fit in anywhere," I smiled over at him softly. His laughter died down as he nodded, understanding that. "But I guess now we've got somewhere," I grinned just as two CIA agents walked by and both Alex and I looked at them as they glanced over and instantly started snickering softly.

"Even if we're still looked at as freaks," He muttered once they were out of hearing range.

"Well, better to be a mutant freak than a completely normal ass," I smirked as he laughed.

"Very true."