A/N: Hallo! Here is a new Story from me aka xXThesongofSilenceXx, yes I am aware of my name sounds utterly depressing but all the good names was taken! (sob sob) So okay before this start I will explain a little factor, my design and powers of my OC = own character do resemble another really good OC from another author called darkangel8950...and apparently the name is the same as my title...Everyone is so gonna call me a copycat which I am not! Well not on purpose anyway, I thought this character up based on a dream I had some nights ago and it was first after I had made my Character Profile (I do that often) that it resemble the OC main character in a story called Wing Of Love But I swear it wasn't on purpose, it even have the same paring. A Kurt/Nightcrawler + OC.

So sorry darkangel8950 and everyone if you like Nightcrawler+OC I recommends you to read it, its pretty good. well lets hop to it

I do not won X-men Evolution or any of its character's I only own my OC's

Summary: Rose is a very wounded mutant, in her heart. Having watch her parents being murdered and then dragged of to a place where they tested her and tried making a weapon out her. Our angel meet the X-men and she notice a curtain blue elf, will she be able to let him heal her broken heart and will she show him that appearance have nothing to do with love?

Chapter One:

Dark Feathers & Rotten Wood

An abandon building stood outskirts of New York city, it was shaky and old with rotten wooden floors and walls. The roof was filled with holes so rain could easy come in, it had two levels with windows that was either broken and scattered on the floor inside or dirty with cracks.

It had once been used to store all kinds of packages, boxes and sacks to get picked up and either driven to one of the other city's or being send out to different shops in New York.

But with the time changing it was forgotten and left to rot until someone finally decided to demolish it, for something more useful. Like a bypass.

But something unusual was in one of the lower rooms, a faded green sleeping bag laid on the floor and beside it was the sad remains of a meal consisting of a couple of energy bars and a apple.

A black and worn out backpack, that had been found beside a dumpster in a dark alley. The garbage smell still slightly hung to it. In it was very few items such as one pair of changing clothes, a couple of energy bars and a water bottle.

The owner of these things sat a bit away, on a window frame that was not so rotten that her weight broke it. The silver light of the moon shone through the half broken window, illuminating her face and figure.

Her hair was black like the night with winding curls, that reached to her shoulders were they laid like a soft curtain. Her skin seemed pale like ivory in the moon but it was in fact tanned, kinda like light honey. Her eyes was bright green, standing out like two gemstones that was surrounded with dark and long eyelashes.

But neither her eyes or the fact that she was sleeping in the shaky and aging building, it was what was on her back. From her shoulder blades, stuck two, black, feathered wings out.

They were folded neat behind her, brushing against the wall she was leaning up against.

It was because of those wings that she was forced to stay in the old building, in the outskirts of the city at day, the girl knew that that having wings was not normal. That she was no normal.

She was currently wearing a pair of black jeans that was by now worn out and dirty from the traveling and very few washes, a black tank-top that was a bit to short so it revealed her stomach. When she walked outside she had a longer jacket in the same color as her pants and top, it was a bit bulky so when she wore it she was able to hide her wings. On her feet was a pair of black boots, just like the pants and the rest of her clothes for that matter they were worn out and dirty.

She was what you called a mutant, a human who's gene had a unknown factor that was simply called X since no one knew why or how this mutation happened.

And her name was Rose, Rose Heatherway. That was what her parents had called her and that was the name they had used to call out for her.

A memory flashed through her mind, without her being able to control it.

It was a happy one, a little black haired girl with the same color wings sat on a homemade swing in the garden of a little house. Her face was curled up in a big grin as she swung her short legs back and fourth, to get higher up.

"Rose!" the little angel girl looked over at the house where a beautiful woman stood in the door frame, she had long blonde hair that reached to her waist and her eyes was a warm brown color.

It was her mother, and beside her stood a man that was obvious older than the woman. He had short black hair that the little Rose had loved to touch, he had just like her green eyes but less bright and more forest green.

The little angel girl on the swing, jumped off without getting the wings caught or anything before she shouted with the same grin plastered on her child face.

"Daddy! Mommy!" The little girl ran into the two adults and received hugs and words of a loving parent, but then the image changed.

It became dark and filled with screams, strange men clad in black shouting and trying to tear the little eight year old angel from the protective arms of her mother. On the floor laid the body her father, blood seeping out from the bullet wound in his forehead where one of the men had shoot him after he had tried using his military gun on them. His eyes were rolled back in his head and his mouth was open like a fish on dry land, his skin almost also looked like the pale and dull color of a fish belly. Her mother knew by that point that she was going to die just like her husband, so her last words to her daughter was "Go to New York, find Charles Xavier he is-" she didn't get to tell the rest before she had a matching bullet that ran through her brain, killing her.

The Rose sitting on the window frame, took her head in her hands. Trying desperately to chase the last images of her parents away, to shut them out of her mind.

Her eyes was clutched shut and nails bored into her scalp, the memory faded away but with the promise of seeing her again when she would go to sleep.

That was why she didn't sleep as often as a teenage girl on the run should, especially when she also didn't get the right amount of food to sustain the energy she burned off.

Rose slowly removed her hands and opened her eyes, there was a little bit of her own blood on the tips of the nails but she ignored it. She slid of the frame of the window and walked to the backpack where she took the water bottle, her mouth felt dry like sandpaper and her lips was slightly cracked from the lack of moisture. Greedy she drank of the bottle, gulping down the water that she was much in need of.

When she was done she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, putting the lid back on the bottle and placing it back in the bag. She felt tired and weak from the lack of both food and sleep, but in her sleep waited the images of her parents murder or what had happened the last six years. Like a predator lurking for it's prey's weakest and vulnerable moment.

She sighed and walked back to the window frame to look at the rather clear stars and shinning moon, trying to keep her mind occupied with thinking and planning.

She arrived in New York five days ago, like mother had told her to. Of course in the darkness of the night, nobody would look in the sky for a person with boarding papers.

But how was she suppose to find this Charles Xavier guy? Or maybe more importantly, why?

Rose couldn't recall her parents ever talking about the person or even hearing his name come up in any kind of conversation, and what was he? What had her mother tried to say before she had been shot in the head, killing her on the spot.

She sighed, she didn't know what to do. She didn't dare walking to much out in the open. In fear that either someone would discover that she was a mutant or worse, that they would find her.

She only walked outside when he was partly dark and there wasn't so many people out on the street, there also was the fact that she had been isolated from other people since she was eight.

She felt weird and alien-like, walking among them once again just like when she was little and went to school. But then again, with black wings on her back she was probably some kind of alien, not the kind from space but just the strange and different kind.

It was the world she was now walking in, wasn't real. More like a dream. People who walked by her with no worries beside what to have for dinner or to impress their friends, girls on her age chatting about clothes or boys. It was hard for Rose to understand that she was the same age as those girls, they had no idea anything outside their own little world. The horror and darkness that could be found, the pain and sadness that hit others like her.

Then she began wondering, if she had never been abducted. Her parents never killed, would she be like those girls. Dressing up in clothing that hugged their curves and made boys and men look in their direction, talking about boys and movies? Would she wake up every morning with only school to worry about or if her hair sat correct?

There was no way to find out, what had happened she could not change so she dismissed the thoughts of a different past. But she had come to New York, hoping that this Charles Xavier would be able to give her or help her to a better future.

She began humming for herself, the melody to the song that her mother used to sing for her when she was scared. The before silent building was filled with the melody, it seemed to bounce of the walls. Sending it further into the floor and ceiling, the house had been empty for more than twenty years and it seemed to enjoy that someone was finally using it. The melody chased away all the ghost and spirits of silence that had been stuck in the wood bricks in many, many years.

The humming was soft like the feathers on her wings or the fur on a kitty, soothing and somehow also a bit mysterious at the same time. A song that when you heard it, you thought of wide forests, giant waterfalls with water falling with enormous force and horses prancing through a river or an eagle flying in the sky.

Suddenly Rose felt something, like another presence. Like a pair of eyes watching her from a distance, her whole body became tense and she swept her head in the direction she felt it came from. She was only partly right, the presence wasn't physical where she was looking at.

But it was there, in her head. Something or someone foreign had accessed them into her mind, she knew that some mutants had that ability, the men who had captured knew that too.

Therefor they trained her to be able to block out any unwanted intruders out, her green eyes had become hard and sharp like a blade. The glare was telling who ever was trying to get into her mind, that they were not welcomed and that if they tried it again, she would kill them.

Then she shut the presence out, like slamming a heavy metal door in their face.

She waited a bit, to make sure that she was once again alone before she let her body relax again.

This wasn't good, the presence meant that someone had found her, who or why she wasn't sure but she knew she couldn't stay in the store house another night. She had to find a new hideout.

A/N: So? How was it? This writing style is a bit new for me so please tell me if I'm any good at it, also sorry about the start, its a bit bumpy but please bear with it. I will soon update again, but with some reviews I am sure it will go a lot faster^^