Ok people, here's the deal. I'm really new to this whole thing and this is my first story. I'm having trouble with my account and adding chapters, so please forgive me if this doesn't turn out right.
Chapter 1: Untouchable Acid
Kat was still staring out of the window of her inconceivably dull math
class, when the bell finally rung. She had no idea that it was humanly
possible for any one thing to be as mind draining as school. Of course she
had never really been to school like this before. She had always known a
life of cold, homeless nights and days with out any real food, but she
always had found away past that. Haste, the man that took her in made sure
of that. But now all that mattered was the fact that she could go home, or
the institute as it was more formally put. Kat went to her locker, and
threw her books in and watched as kids walked past her, talking and
laughing. She wanted to be a part of that but she knew that they would
never accept her. She wasn't like them and never would be. The institute
was suppose to be a place of refuge, somewhere where you could be accepted, treated as an equal, but Kat had always gone unnoticed and it was turning out that it was the
same way at the institute too.
Kat glanced down at her gloved hands. Her skin was never to touch any thing
but her clothes. Her skin emitted a powerful hydrochloric acid that could burn through
almost anything on contact. Even her hair was dangerous. The substance running through her veins wasn't blood, but several types of deadly venom and more corrosive acid. The professor had explained to her that the regular amino acids that make up normal
human DNA had been enhanced by the x-gene and now she was walking acid. But she
was grateful for the fact that she really didn't look any different from
any one else, the only exception being that her eyes were a very bright
neon green, along with her nails that she was also able to shoot acid and
venom through. Other than that, she looked normal. With her brown hair, and her small but tough build. But her looks weren't her
problem; it was her ability to socialize that had plagued her lack of a social life.
The final bell rang as a signal to every one to either leave, or get to
there after school obligations. Kat got her things out of her locker and
headed for her new home. As she walked she passed the track field. Some kids were
running, some were warming up and others were just talking. Kat had never understood the appeal of sports. She had seen how clumsy and foolish the other kids had looked when they played them and she had also witnessed the danger of doing something wrong while playing them. To much ridicule fallowed failure at somethong as competitve as sports. She continued to walk past the field at a steady pace, wanting to get home. She saw no point in
gawking at something that didn't even concern her. Then she stopped.
"Who's that?" She said under her breath. Some how the tall, thin boy looked
familiar. He had blue eyes and, his most noticeable feature of course,
being his pure white/platinum hair. Currently he was in his track uniform,
and was talking with a group of kids. Kat just stood there staring, as a
smile began to spread cross her face. She remembered now, he was the fast
talking loud mouth from her English class. Pietro. That was his name. She
had always found his comments amusing and even sometimes witty and she knew
that he was smart though at times he hid it beneath he "bad boy" exterior.
But Kat was quickly jerked from her thoughts when she saw him looking back
at her, with an odd look on his face. Kat flashed him a "what-are-you-
looking-at" smirk, waved and then turned and kept on walking before even
seeing his reaction.
That night after dinner, Kat did what she always did, went up to her room.
The other kids usually stayed down stairs to watch t.v. or went out with
friends, or did something other than subjecting themselves to solitude, but
she had no where to go and nothing to watch, so she was relatively
comfortable in her own room. But tonight, it had started to storm. The
clouds had moved in long after school had ended, but shortly before dinner
had started, setting the perfect time for rain. Kat loved the rain. It was
the only other thing besides her clothes that ever touched her skin. She
always had loved how the rain ran down her face and arms. It was the only
time she could really feel, a sense that was most lost on her. And she seized every opportunity to take advantage of
it. Kat calmly strolled along a sidewalk in rain, every now and then she
would stop, look up, and shake out her hair of it's containing moisture. Suddenly a strong gust of wind
blew her hair straight back. The gust had come from what seemed like no
where. It was an odd occurance, but she thought little of it and figured that the storm was just getting worse so she started for
home. All the time she wondered why she had stopped and noticed Pietro. It
wasn't like she ever talked to him or even knew him that well. All she did
was sit next to him in English. She thought that she had even once heard
that he was with the Brotherhood but still saw no reason to bother thinking
about him. In slight confusion at her own strange behavior, she ceased her thoughts as she arrived back at the institute