Author's Note: Okay, little warnings here. Please accept that Magneto can
be involved romantically, and that as a super villain he's not too much
fun. Also, if you flame me with complaints such as "This is a Mary Sue.
Hence, you suck," I will have to send my girls after you. So, please review
and be nice to me. Thank ye kindly.
The High Street Bank shone dimly in the sunlight. Its high, reflective walls bounced back the image of every building in Boston. The Bank itself seemed unaware of everything soon to occur within its cold, metal walls. Through the solid, harsh doors, a young girl of about age 24 swept in. Her black hair was cropped short, barely showing her sunglasses. Her long black trenchcoat elegantly hid the black leather she wore beneath. A thin smile was visible under her shades. "Ladies and gentlemen!" She called out. "I am pleased to announce that you are about to be robbed by the best. Now, please, hand over all the money you have." The girl waltzed out of the bank confidently, becoming a ghostly image seconds before walking through one of the walls. The police arrived in screeching vehicles, moments after the departure of the mysterious thief.
_Meanwhile, in the Charles Xavier Institute for the Gifted_. "Professor?" Jean Grey queried. "Another impulse on that mutant bank robber?"
"I'm afraid so, Jean," Professor Xavier responded. "Her name is one Jade Morgan. She continues to thieve institutions across the country. But more interesting is her apparent mutant gift. It appears to be the ability to phase through materials--"
"Like Kitty?" Stacy interrupted.
"Yes, Stacy. Very much like Kitty. Except, she leaves a ghostlike outline, and is also to communicate with.how do I say it? Spirits. Or at least, something resembling spirits, perhaps figures of her imagination. Very curious," The Professor stated.
"Professor?" Another girl asked with an English accent. Her mousy brown hair was parted into one long braid, which hung down to her arms. Her wide eyes were honest, matching her querying smile. Her comfortable blouse seemed at odds with her long, formal skirt. "I'd like to retrieve this girl. I believe I could prove myself here. I know I'm only a junior X-Man, but I am still capable of leading a team." Deep down, her obsequiousness was eating away at her, but well, you do what you gotta do.
"Well, I'm not really sure, Erin. Perhaps you and Aaron can go. But Storm and Cyclops must accompany you. They can help you, should this "Jade Morgan" give you any trouble," Professor Xavier responded, to the faint disappointment of Erin Harrolds. She bowed her head and left the Professor with Jean Grey, Storm, Cyclops, Wolverine, and the other X-Men.
Erin marched upstairs; to the room she dwelled in alone, an accomplishment for a new X-Man at the age of 24. She was sitting on her bed, vague thoughts of disappointment and desires to prove herself running through her head. "Erin?" A voice called out. A young boy, about the same age as Erin, walked through her door, admiring the numerous swords on Erin's walls. He smiled, his curly brown hair framing his hazel eyes. His t- shirt concealed his muscular frame, making him seem smaller than he was.
"So, you really love that sword motif, eh?" The boy grinned.
"Aaron, my power is my pride. Besides, just because I control swords doesn't mean it diminishes your masculinity," Erin said, idly creating a sword with her hands. Aaron looked slightly disconcerted, but grinned and turned the tables.
"You know, I love a woman who can duel. Very sexy," Aaron said.
"Well, your power is quite charming. Talking to animals. It's adorable," Erin grinned, sheepishly, the swords along the walls shaking faintly. Aaron moved closer to the sword-manipulator, running his hands across her tightly braided hair.
"Ahem," a voice uttered. Aaron and Erin turned to the door to see another boy standing there, mockery in his dark eyes. He tried to flatten his dyed black hair, and scratched his goatee. "I'd say 'Get a room,' but well.Anyway, the Professor wants to see both of you. And try to keep Erin from banging those damn swords on the wall. They drown out my music."
"Sure thing, Trent," Erin replied sarcastically. Just to aggravate him further, she summoned her two favorite adamantium swords from below her bed, their metal sides glistening in the light reflected from her lamp. She grasped them tightly, glancing only for a second on the inscription carved onto the blade, _E. M. L_. She shook her head, and descended with Aaron to the Professor.
The High Street Bank shone dimly in the sunlight. Its high, reflective walls bounced back the image of every building in Boston. The Bank itself seemed unaware of everything soon to occur within its cold, metal walls. Through the solid, harsh doors, a young girl of about age 24 swept in. Her black hair was cropped short, barely showing her sunglasses. Her long black trenchcoat elegantly hid the black leather she wore beneath. A thin smile was visible under her shades. "Ladies and gentlemen!" She called out. "I am pleased to announce that you are about to be robbed by the best. Now, please, hand over all the money you have." The girl waltzed out of the bank confidently, becoming a ghostly image seconds before walking through one of the walls. The police arrived in screeching vehicles, moments after the departure of the mysterious thief.
_Meanwhile, in the Charles Xavier Institute for the Gifted_. "Professor?" Jean Grey queried. "Another impulse on that mutant bank robber?"
"I'm afraid so, Jean," Professor Xavier responded. "Her name is one Jade Morgan. She continues to thieve institutions across the country. But more interesting is her apparent mutant gift. It appears to be the ability to phase through materials--"
"Like Kitty?" Stacy interrupted.
"Yes, Stacy. Very much like Kitty. Except, she leaves a ghostlike outline, and is also to communicate with.how do I say it? Spirits. Or at least, something resembling spirits, perhaps figures of her imagination. Very curious," The Professor stated.
"Professor?" Another girl asked with an English accent. Her mousy brown hair was parted into one long braid, which hung down to her arms. Her wide eyes were honest, matching her querying smile. Her comfortable blouse seemed at odds with her long, formal skirt. "I'd like to retrieve this girl. I believe I could prove myself here. I know I'm only a junior X-Man, but I am still capable of leading a team." Deep down, her obsequiousness was eating away at her, but well, you do what you gotta do.
"Well, I'm not really sure, Erin. Perhaps you and Aaron can go. But Storm and Cyclops must accompany you. They can help you, should this "Jade Morgan" give you any trouble," Professor Xavier responded, to the faint disappointment of Erin Harrolds. She bowed her head and left the Professor with Jean Grey, Storm, Cyclops, Wolverine, and the other X-Men.
Erin marched upstairs; to the room she dwelled in alone, an accomplishment for a new X-Man at the age of 24. She was sitting on her bed, vague thoughts of disappointment and desires to prove herself running through her head. "Erin?" A voice called out. A young boy, about the same age as Erin, walked through her door, admiring the numerous swords on Erin's walls. He smiled, his curly brown hair framing his hazel eyes. His t- shirt concealed his muscular frame, making him seem smaller than he was.
"So, you really love that sword motif, eh?" The boy grinned.
"Aaron, my power is my pride. Besides, just because I control swords doesn't mean it diminishes your masculinity," Erin said, idly creating a sword with her hands. Aaron looked slightly disconcerted, but grinned and turned the tables.
"You know, I love a woman who can duel. Very sexy," Aaron said.
"Well, your power is quite charming. Talking to animals. It's adorable," Erin grinned, sheepishly, the swords along the walls shaking faintly. Aaron moved closer to the sword-manipulator, running his hands across her tightly braided hair.
"Ahem," a voice uttered. Aaron and Erin turned to the door to see another boy standing there, mockery in his dark eyes. He tried to flatten his dyed black hair, and scratched his goatee. "I'd say 'Get a room,' but well.Anyway, the Professor wants to see both of you. And try to keep Erin from banging those damn swords on the wall. They drown out my music."
"Sure thing, Trent," Erin replied sarcastically. Just to aggravate him further, she summoned her two favorite adamantium swords from below her bed, their metal sides glistening in the light reflected from her lamp. She grasped them tightly, glancing only for a second on the inscription carved onto the blade, _E. M. L_. She shook her head, and descended with Aaron to the Professor.