Chapter 1
I watched the news. The mutants were amazing things with amazing powers. And me? Well, I was normal.
Hello, I'm Archangel.
Well, my real name is Raelle. I'm thirteen.
And this how it all started.
I sat on my bed and cried. Cried not because I was a mutant, trapped in so unworthy a vessel, but because I wasn't one. I wanted to be part of this revolution, this "problem." I stopped sobbing eventually, and I headed into the bathroom to get a shower. I saw something weird on my back. Little freckled...strips were trying to push themselves out. I studied them and felt them, and found them to be nothing that I had expected. They were...feathers. I had seen the footage. Angel was a well-known mutant with no known others of his kind. And I was like him. All of the sudden, instead of relief, I felt dread and fear. I cut slashes in my t-shirt, and pulled it on. I yanked and wriggled the strips until the pains were so great that I found myself heaving for breath. But I wouldn't stop. Some of the feathers were speckled with blood, but I didn't stop until two huge wings were outstretched from my arched back. I hid them under a hoodie, going to test them out. On my way to my bike, two men were talking to my parents, but I didn't think much about it. I reached the field oustide my neighborhood, well aware that anyone could see me. I ripped the hoodie off, allowing the wings to me extended. I flapped them once experiementally. I rose, and I did it again, and again, and again. I laughed; the feeling was amazing. When I landed, two faces looked over at me.
"Well, little mutant, what's your name?" one asked. I blinked.
"Archangel." I said without hesitation.
"So be it then, young one." the other said, smiling. He was in a wheelchair. As I took the standing one's hand, they led me to a black car. I sat in the back seat, somehow knowing that I was going to be with others. I was exited and nervous. My wings filled the back of the car, so I pulled them in close to my back. The "car" rocketed forward, taking in air and growing wings.
Just like me.
( Should I continue? The Mary-Sueness will go away, be assured.)