Disclaimer:I do not own X-Men:Evolution, but arigatou to the people
who do for not suing me!!!! ^_^
____________________________________~*~*~___________________________________ _________
Author's Note:This is my first XME fic. Forgive me if I get anything wrong! Here's my character's profile, for the few of you out there who actually give a damn.
Name:Mariann Saunders (pronounced mar-ee-uhn sand-ers)
Age:14
Hair:Black (like all my characters)
Eyes:Bright Blue
Height/Weight:medium and slender
Powers:Ability to blow anything up (hee hee ^_~), pyrokenisis
Codename:Scorch
Appearence:School:A blue tee-shirt with a white sweater, jeans, and sneakers, (that sounds suspiciously like my school outfit...) triangle dangly earrings. X-Man(or woman):Black bellyshirt, black tightpants with the all-too-familiar X-belt, hair in a braid, tied with a red bow with a blue triangle symbol on it.
____________________________________~*~*~___________________________________ _________
Last day, last day last day.......Those words echoed in Mariann's head over and over as her legs pumped up and down on the bike pedals. She just about crashed the beat-up thing as she swung into the driveway of Hell. Or, as some people liked to call it, home. She tried to slip in quietly, but was noticed anyway. "You're late!" Mariann felt the sting of the slap before the words registered in her mind. She fell to the floor. "I told you to be home by 3:15! EVERYDAY!!" The old woman known as her foster mother began to hit her with a broom. "This is what you get for being late!" With every smack, Mariann grew madder and madder. She couldn't do anything, or the woman would tell the grimy resemblence of a man called her foster father. And another beating from him was liable to kill her. She focused on the straw part of the broom, the part that wasn't hitting her. Suddenly, it burst into flame. The woman grew madder. "You little freak!" She began kicking Mariann. "You ust wait till your father wakes up...." Mariann's face was emotionless. "You better stay in that Institute place! Otherwise you'll be killed! Wait, scratch that. You'll make a lot of people happy!" Mariann contined to stare straight ahead. "Now git," said the woman, "before I use that stringy hair of yours to make a new broom!" Mariann stood and walked towards the barren closet that served as her room. Last day, last day, last day......
It WAS her last day. Tomorrow she was being sent to Professor Charles Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters, in Westchester, New York. (a/n:I know it's in Bayville, but let's just pretend Bayville's in Westchester) And NY was about as far from Atlanta, Georgia as you could get, without going to Canada. Apparantley, she was a mutant. That explained why things exlpoded when she was mad, and why she could set things aflame with her mind. She curled up on her haybag of a mattress and waited. Pretty soon, here came Gorge. "Wha? She did WHA? GIRL!" Mariann obidiently stood. She was never called by her name. She was always called Girl, Freak, or things that really shouldn't be mentioned here. She walked into the living room, only to be met by a smack in the face. For the second time that day, she fell to the floor. She curled up protectivley as the huge, grimy mound began to stomp on her hands and feet with his size 11 Redwings. "Stupid freak! Glad you're gettin' shipped off and outta' here!" She spent an hour getting yelled at. Then she was kicked to her room, where she curled up and tried to sleep. Last day, last day, last day.....
Next morning, she climbed on a bus with a one-way ticket to Westchester. She just sat and stared out the window, thinking. She thought of her parents, who had molested her. To this day, she couldn't stand anyone even looking at her wrong. She quickly fell asleep, a result of the gentle rocking of the boat and her lack of sleep.
Before she knew it, the conductor (a/n:Do they have conductors on buses?) was yelling, "Westchester! All off for Westchester!" Quickly shaking herself awake, she gathered her bags and climbed off. Someone was supposed to be waiting for her. She saw a girl with red hair and an old man in a wheelchair. The girl was holding a sign with the word "Mariann" on it in black, handwritten letters. "I'm Mariann." She said, walking up to them. The old man smiled and shook her hand. "I'm Professor Charles Xavier. It's good to meet you. This is Jean Grey." The redhead nodded and smiled. Mariann didn't say anything. "Well, let's go." The Professor took the sign from Jean and the girl pushed him out of the station into a parking lot. Mariann followed with her duffel.
Mariann P.O.V.
We drove to a mansion outside Westchester. There was this fountain out front, and It was gated. All in all, I was impressed. When we got inside, a whole boatload of people were waiting for me. Introductions all around, please? The words were in my head. "Woah..." The professor smiled. "I apologize. I forgot that I had not told you. I am a telekinetic." Now, everyone, please state your name." He gestured to an extremely hairy guy. "Logan." A tall, black woman with white hair. "Ororo Munroe." A girl with her brown hair tied into a ponytail. "Kitty Pryde." A guy with brown hair and red glasses. "Scott Summers." A black kid with blond hair and a skateboard. "Evan Munroe." (a/n:I know that's proably not his real last name, but it fits!) A girl with pale skin and brown hair with a white streak in the bangs. "Ah'm Rouge" A boy with blue.....fur....and a....tail....."Kurt Vagner" A kid with brown hair. "Bobby Drake." A kid with blond hair. "Sam." (a/n:I DON'T KNOW HIS LAST NAME!!!!! AAAAAUGH!!! GOMEN!) And a bunch of others. Then I introduced myself. "Mariann Saunders." Evan noticed the scars and bruises covering my arms. "Woah, that must have been a major wipe-out!" I followed his gaze. As I remembered the beatings my foster "parents", and I use the term loosley, gave me, I started to flare up. I radiated heat, and the vase on the other side of the room shattered. Their eyes widened, and I grew even more angry. I started flaring, causing the sprinklers to go off. As the water hit me, my fires were cooled. The Professor entered my mind. What's the matter, Mariann? What did those people do to you?
__________________________________~*~*~_____________________________________ _________
Hooble:Gomen! I know this chapter is short, but I'm going to be gone for two weeks and wanted to have plenty of room to write more.
Kurt:Vhat vas the deal about me?
Hooble:Huh?
Kurt:"A boy with blue.....fur....and a....tail....."
Hooble:Hey, she just met you!
Kurt:Oh.........but it sound like you vhere insulting me!
Hooble:Just wait still she catches on to your accent!
____________________________________~*~*~___________________________________ _________
Author's Note:This is my first XME fic. Forgive me if I get anything wrong! Here's my character's profile, for the few of you out there who actually give a damn.
Name:Mariann Saunders (pronounced mar-ee-uhn sand-ers)
Age:14
Hair:Black (like all my characters)
Eyes:Bright Blue
Height/Weight:medium and slender
Powers:Ability to blow anything up (hee hee ^_~), pyrokenisis
Codename:Scorch
Appearence:School:A blue tee-shirt with a white sweater, jeans, and sneakers, (that sounds suspiciously like my school outfit...) triangle dangly earrings. X-Man(or woman):Black bellyshirt, black tightpants with the all-too-familiar X-belt, hair in a braid, tied with a red bow with a blue triangle symbol on it.
____________________________________~*~*~___________________________________ _________
Last day, last day last day.......Those words echoed in Mariann's head over and over as her legs pumped up and down on the bike pedals. She just about crashed the beat-up thing as she swung into the driveway of Hell. Or, as some people liked to call it, home. She tried to slip in quietly, but was noticed anyway. "You're late!" Mariann felt the sting of the slap before the words registered in her mind. She fell to the floor. "I told you to be home by 3:15! EVERYDAY!!" The old woman known as her foster mother began to hit her with a broom. "This is what you get for being late!" With every smack, Mariann grew madder and madder. She couldn't do anything, or the woman would tell the grimy resemblence of a man called her foster father. And another beating from him was liable to kill her. She focused on the straw part of the broom, the part that wasn't hitting her. Suddenly, it burst into flame. The woman grew madder. "You little freak!" She began kicking Mariann. "You ust wait till your father wakes up...." Mariann's face was emotionless. "You better stay in that Institute place! Otherwise you'll be killed! Wait, scratch that. You'll make a lot of people happy!" Mariann contined to stare straight ahead. "Now git," said the woman, "before I use that stringy hair of yours to make a new broom!" Mariann stood and walked towards the barren closet that served as her room. Last day, last day, last day......
It WAS her last day. Tomorrow she was being sent to Professor Charles Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters, in Westchester, New York. (a/n:I know it's in Bayville, but let's just pretend Bayville's in Westchester) And NY was about as far from Atlanta, Georgia as you could get, without going to Canada. Apparantley, she was a mutant. That explained why things exlpoded when she was mad, and why she could set things aflame with her mind. She curled up on her haybag of a mattress and waited. Pretty soon, here came Gorge. "Wha? She did WHA? GIRL!" Mariann obidiently stood. She was never called by her name. She was always called Girl, Freak, or things that really shouldn't be mentioned here. She walked into the living room, only to be met by a smack in the face. For the second time that day, she fell to the floor. She curled up protectivley as the huge, grimy mound began to stomp on her hands and feet with his size 11 Redwings. "Stupid freak! Glad you're gettin' shipped off and outta' here!" She spent an hour getting yelled at. Then she was kicked to her room, where she curled up and tried to sleep. Last day, last day, last day.....
Next morning, she climbed on a bus with a one-way ticket to Westchester. She just sat and stared out the window, thinking. She thought of her parents, who had molested her. To this day, she couldn't stand anyone even looking at her wrong. She quickly fell asleep, a result of the gentle rocking of the boat and her lack of sleep.
Before she knew it, the conductor (a/n:Do they have conductors on buses?) was yelling, "Westchester! All off for Westchester!" Quickly shaking herself awake, she gathered her bags and climbed off. Someone was supposed to be waiting for her. She saw a girl with red hair and an old man in a wheelchair. The girl was holding a sign with the word "Mariann" on it in black, handwritten letters. "I'm Mariann." She said, walking up to them. The old man smiled and shook her hand. "I'm Professor Charles Xavier. It's good to meet you. This is Jean Grey." The redhead nodded and smiled. Mariann didn't say anything. "Well, let's go." The Professor took the sign from Jean and the girl pushed him out of the station into a parking lot. Mariann followed with her duffel.
Mariann P.O.V.
We drove to a mansion outside Westchester. There was this fountain out front, and It was gated. All in all, I was impressed. When we got inside, a whole boatload of people were waiting for me. Introductions all around, please? The words were in my head. "Woah..." The professor smiled. "I apologize. I forgot that I had not told you. I am a telekinetic." Now, everyone, please state your name." He gestured to an extremely hairy guy. "Logan." A tall, black woman with white hair. "Ororo Munroe." A girl with her brown hair tied into a ponytail. "Kitty Pryde." A guy with brown hair and red glasses. "Scott Summers." A black kid with blond hair and a skateboard. "Evan Munroe." (a/n:I know that's proably not his real last name, but it fits!) A girl with pale skin and brown hair with a white streak in the bangs. "Ah'm Rouge" A boy with blue.....fur....and a....tail....."Kurt Vagner" A kid with brown hair. "Bobby Drake." A kid with blond hair. "Sam." (a/n:I DON'T KNOW HIS LAST NAME!!!!! AAAAAUGH!!! GOMEN!) And a bunch of others. Then I introduced myself. "Mariann Saunders." Evan noticed the scars and bruises covering my arms. "Woah, that must have been a major wipe-out!" I followed his gaze. As I remembered the beatings my foster "parents", and I use the term loosley, gave me, I started to flare up. I radiated heat, and the vase on the other side of the room shattered. Their eyes widened, and I grew even more angry. I started flaring, causing the sprinklers to go off. As the water hit me, my fires were cooled. The Professor entered my mind. What's the matter, Mariann? What did those people do to you?
__________________________________~*~*~_____________________________________ _________
Hooble:Gomen! I know this chapter is short, but I'm going to be gone for two weeks and wanted to have plenty of room to write more.
Kurt:Vhat vas the deal about me?
Hooble:Huh?
Kurt:"A boy with blue.....fur....and a....tail....."
Hooble:Hey, she just met you!
Kurt:Oh.........but it sound like you vhere insulting me!
Hooble:Just wait still she catches on to your accent!