This is all my own character. Apart from the obvious. So there.

X men Origins

Glacier

Evelyn Walsh looked on with glee as her brother, Morgan tore into his birthday present. His eyes lit up as he saw the box. "Wow! Thank you Evie!" He flung himself at her lap, a bundle of curly brown hair and woolly jumper. "Super hyper-killer robo-DJ!"

Evelyn giggled. "That's ok, I mean, I know you wanted it." She sat back and stuck her thumb in her mouth.

It was Morgan's third birthday, and although Evelyn was only five years old, she felt like she had to be more mature in giving gifts.

Her mother, a graceful, chestnut haired beauty, gazed proudly at her son. "Would you like some more cake, honey?" she asked lightly.

"Ooh, yes please mommy!" he clapped his hands together.

She smiled, and vanished in a puff of what looked like smoke. Instantly, she could be heard clattering in the kitchen of the house. Seconds later, she was back, two platefuls of gooey chocolate cake, which oozed and glistened in the light.

Morgan grabbed his. "Where's Daddy?" He asked, spraying cake crumbs onto his shirt.

"He's just coming, sweetheart."

Evelyn chewed her cake thoughtfully. She loved her Daddy, but he was always away. When he was gone, she did try to be good, but it was hard not to fight with her brother. She was much stronger than he was, but he had powers that meant he was very hard to catch. Like her mommy, he could vanish in a flash, but could also cling to walls. She didn't know how he could do it, but mommy said they mustn't fight. She said if Evelyn got too angry, she could hurt herself, or Morgan. Evelyn tried, but it was difficult not to go into a one of her trances. She got them when she was too angry, or upset. Her vision clouded, and she became out of control. Twice she had punched straight through a wall.

Evelyn looked up. Mommy was standing, gazing at the window in shock.

"Mommy?" she whispered.

She didn't answer. "Edward…" she gasped.

Evelyn stood up, and slipped her hand into her's. "Mommy?" she said again.

The woman still didn't answer. But gripped her hand so tightly it hurt. Evelyn whimpered, and pulled it away. She looked out of the window again, and saw a shape loping up the front lawn. Her breathing was fast as the figure slowly arrived at the door.

The sound of the doorbell made her twitch. Her mother ran to it, and opened it with a faint scream.

Her Daddy, his face covered in what looked like…red paint? Maybe. His breathing was ragged, and he collapsed at her mother's feet. "Lillian…" he croaked. "Get…them…out of…here!"

Lillian heaved him upright. "Who? What! Edward!"

"They're coming…" Edward gasped, and hauled himself forwards. He fell to the floor with a thud.

Lillian's scream echoed dimly in Evelyn's ears. She watched helplessly as her mother pulled and tugged at her father, screaming his name over and over again.

Morgan tugged her hand. "Evie?" He whimpered. Evelyn looked down at him.

"Mommy?" She said, louder.

Lillian looked up, face stained with tears. "Children…" She stood up, and stumbled over to them. She squeezed them tightly, then grabbed their hands. "We have to go."

"But…"

"No! We have to go right now!" She began dragging them to the back door.

Evelyn ran, tripping over her feet. They were almost at the door, when dark shapes crowded the small window. Lillian gasped, and pulled them back to the sitting room, where Edward still lay, still.

They were already there. The men, all dressed in black. With guns pointing at all of their bodies.

Lillian straightened up. "Get out." She said, in a voice so terrible it made Evelyn want to cry.

The men didn't move. "Get down on the floor!" They shouted, voices muffled from inside their curious helmets.

Morgan began to cry, loud, gasping sobs. Lillian patted him desperately, trying to soothe him, but he just wailed louder.

The tallest of the men stepped forwards. "You have to come with us."

"Let my children go." Lillian growled. "They've done nothing to you."

"All of you freaks. Come with us right now, or we will have to use force."

"No." Lillian's voice was quiet.

There was a terrible silence, all apart from Morgan's sniffs.

"Fine." The man gestured to the others. They all clicked their guns, and tiny red dots appeared all over Evelyn's T-shirt. She poked them with her finger.

The man turned his back on them, and Lillian leapt forwards, shielding Morgan and Evelyn with her body. She gripped them tightly, and her body juddered sickeningly as thousands of bullets pounded into her back. Evelyn screamed, grabbing Morgan. He gripped her tightly, and closed his eyes. He was trying to vanish. Evelyn knew that look. He squeezed her hand too tight she gasped in pain. He couldn't do it. He was too scared, just like her mother. He cried out as one of the men grabbed his arm and pulled. "Evelyn!" He yelled, gripping her fingers.

Evelyn couldn't move, it was like her body was frozen. Her vision clouded, and she was filled with unimaginable rage. Red. All she saw was red. Her hands began to shake, and she could feel something piercing the skin of her face. She pointed at the men dragging her brother away, and a large shard of glass shot out of the top of her hand, and three tiny ones out of the ball of it. He yelled out in pain as it went straight through his stomach. She whirled around, hitting all of them. They all must die. Tears fell down her cheeks as she heard their dying screams. Suddenly, arms wrapped around her middle, a small pin jabbing into her neck. She fell limply into the arms that were holding her.

"We're taking you away." She heard through a roaring in her ears. "A place where you can be looked after."