Marvel Own the X-Men, all of them....

I own nothing apart from my OC

OC Character POV

When I first saw the X-Men, it was the beginning of the rest of my life.

I was running, fast. One foot after another, I could feel the icy morinig air whip around my face and neck, across the small square and up the roads, not thinking about where I was going, just thinking that I had to get as far away from where I came from as possible. It wasn't like I planned this.

Maybe I could head to Newark Airport! I thought wildly, as I skidded around dustbins, and slowed to a jog. Catch a plane to any where at Newark...

But that idea was cut bitterly short as I remembered I've never had a penny in my life. I shook my head and looked for somewhere to sit, across the empty road was a small green area which I headed towards needing a break.

As I took a seat I looked for something to distract me from the fear that was slowly creeping up inside me. I grabbed a Newspaper from the bin next to where I sat and glancing at the headline I grimaced:

Mutant Children: Dangers to the Classrooms?

Swallowing "Great." I thought, "just what I need right now, a reminder. It wasn't MY fault that my bed managed to duplicate its self in the middle of the night." sighing I chucked the paper back into the trash and looked down at my watch:

5:03am. It was beginning to get light, people would be appearing for work soon...

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I've lived in and out of Children homes all my life, all around New Jersey, and once in New York State. The last wasn't exactly the worst, number five was the worst but I try hard not to think about number five.

It started just over two months ago. I had been at Kingsley Cross Children's home for nearly half a year at that point and what can I say? It wasn't home but there was nothing else, like always.

I can remember home sometimes, if I strain my memory to its furthest, just flashes, nothing more. The Social workers didn't really care at Kingsleys, they pretended to but they do not. I learnt a long time ago that they can't be too nice, god forbid we become attached to the home. I kept out of the way mostly, keep quiet, and don't trust the adults.

At first I thought I was going crazy... I'm sure I just picked one paper clip up, and yet I'm holding three...

It wasn't until I saw myself do it that I realised...I was one of them. And the bed Incident! I closed my eyes at the memory, that really was the final straw for them.

There was only shared rooms and Kingsleys, not that I care, but it did become a nuisance when Harriett started screaming like a lunatic at the sight, shocking me so much that another bed popped out of the second one...

Again I shook my head, trying to clear it. They were not fond of mutants in that place; of course they weren't, run by the government after all...

A jogger ran past me, making me start. Running...huh, that's all I could think to do.

I just ran. I got so scared, grabbed my bag and flew out of there, I couldn't go back, I can't.

I felt a burning rise in my throat, and tried to swallow it down, but the panic that came next pushed it right back up. I chocked and one big tear fell from each eye

What now, what the hell was I supposed to do now?! "oh God..." I whimpered "help me."

I jumped up and started to walk, where? well I couldn't stay here that's for sure, I'll cross the state line at least. Yes, I'll cross over to New York then I'll plan my next move.

I took a deep shaking breath and got moving.

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Not that far away, Professor Xavier was taking hurriedly to Jean and Storm in his office.

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