Hey guys! Its December here! This is just a short intro into the story. Don't worry, as much as I love them, its not all going to be about Pyro and Aero. I hope too expand as much as I can on all the characters and explore them thouroughly. Really would love too here some comments from you guys, praise, criticism, just drop a few lines just too let me know your reading it!
Cant wait too here from you guys. Much love, December_X
The water rippled in a slow, swaying motion as manicured finger tips gently stroked its surface, swirling and patting the liquid cover. A face reflected in its mirror like glamour, a sad, expressionless face, framed with long locks of jet black hair and home too the biggest amber eyes.
Charles Xavier watched from the top of the stone steps, as the girl carried on staring into the distance, sitting on the grass, her hand scooping into the fountain. The once so powerful woman was now just a ghost. She glided round the halls of the residence, invisible too the others. She never spoke or even acknowledged the lives that were being lived around her. Every day was a year too her, dragging on, as if in slow motion and not hurting any less. She was a wife with out a husband, a mother without a child.
Of course, Charles blamed himself, which is his reason for keeping such an unstable, powerful mutant under the same roof as his precious students. After all, he was the reason she was here, withdrawn and empty. He was the one who turned her young teenage self, with her young teenage husband and baby daughter away into the snow all those years ago, without so much as looking over his shoulder as they ventured into the world with nothing but each other. He sighed, guilt still squeezing his chest as he turned away from the girl and returned into the school, his students shouting a cheery "Good morning!" as they hurried to their next lectures. He turned to the door once more, but she was gone. Vanished like the water vapor she so lustfully manipulates.
"Professor!"
A tall, dark woman with striking silver hair trotted towards him, a saddened look in her eyes.
"I've just heard news from Hank," she said, her voice low to prevent gossip hungry ears from catching on.
"Shall we go into my office?" he asked, turning his chair and gliding down the hall way, Storm walking solemnly beside him, sheets of paper clutched in her hands. When they entered the large, circular room, Storm immediately raced too the desk to display the sheets of paper she had accumulated during the day.
"What's going on, ororo?" Charles asked, scooting over to the desk too observe the evidence.
"It's a lab. Run by Stryker at some hidden base. He's experimenting again Professor, but this time its so much worse," Storm explained, pointing to bloodied bodies in the pictures, the anguished faces of lost and despaired children. She pointed to a small blur in the background of one of the more gruesome pictures.
"Professor… we believe this may be the missing Pyro," she said. They both sat in silence for a moment, Charles studying the picture more closely. There was no way too be sure, but you could just make out his blonde hair and slightly blured, turquoise eyes. Charles closed his eyes, sighing deeply, as the guilt flooded back into his chest from the day he kicked him out into the snow.