OKAY, NOW I'VE CHANGED EVERYTHING TO MAKE IT X-MEN EVOLUTION, INSTEAD OF
THE MOVIE (I HAVEN'T SEEN ALL OF THE EVOLUTION EPISODES, SO PLEASE CORRECT
ME)
Generation X Darkness
"WELL I'M NOT! AND I NEVER WILL BE! MAYBE IF I DIE, TOO, YOU'LL NOTICE THE GOOD THINGS I'VE DONE!"
Isabella Sulinski stormed out of her house in her black silk pajamas and ran down the road to her high school. She stopped at the practice football field and saw that the guys had left one of their shot puts out. Angry, upset and crying she picked up the 12lb lead ball, and threw it. It soared over the fence, over the game field and into the last row of the home stands, at least a hundred yards from where she stood. The best guy on the team could only throw it 40- some feet. She stood there wide- eyed and open- mouthed. Her dark red hair blew wildly in the wind, and her blue eyes were unblinking. Then she panicked; she'd put a hole in the bleachers. She ran away from the school, as soon as she reached the sidewalk, she slipped on some gravel, but she never touched the ground. She tensed as she braced for impact, but relaxed when the impact never came. She looked around her and noticed that she was floating above the sidewalk. She put both feet back on the ground and ran back home.
'Normal sixteen- year- olds can't float or throw things that far. God help me!' she thought.
She opened the door to her house, and was immediately greeted by her father.
"I'm surprised you came back, you didn't last time," he grumbled.
"Well, I forgot my stuff. And plus, my sister never ran away, but then again, SHE DIED!"
Isabella started up the stairs to her room, but her father grabbed her upper arm.
"Don't you EVER talk about your sister that way!"
Isabella pushed him off of her, sending him through the wall.
"Oh, Daddy! I'm sorry, I didn't mean-Mommy, I'm sorry--"
"Just go up to your room," said her mother, looking through the hole in the wall.
Isabella ran up to her room, and sat on her bed in a little ball, rocking back and forth. A couple hours later, Isabella heard the doorbell ring, and she heard her mother talking.
"Yes, she's here. Please, come in. Isabella, you have company."
Isabella, did her make up and brushed her hair, then ran downstairs, forgetting about her pajamas. She saw two people: an older, bald man in a wheelchair, and a young African- American woman, with white hair.
"Hello, Isabella. I am Professor Charles Xavier, and this is Ororro Monroe. You have been accepted in to Xavier's School for the Gifted," said the man.
"Are you sure you have the right girl?" Isabella asked her southern drawl lowered almost to a whisper.
"You are Isabella Sulinski, are you not?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then we have the right girl. Our school is in upstate New York. We are set on helping gifted children, like you."
"Gifted?"
"Mutants, like us," she heard a voice whisper inside her head.
"Do you really want to accept me? I have a criminal record, and I can't leave the state yet."
"I've spoken to your judge, and she thinks it will be good for you."
"Would you like to attend?" asked Ororro.
Isabella nodded.
"When are you going?" asked Isabella's mom.
"Whenever is convenient for you," said the Professor.
"Today, if you can, so she's not an inconvenience to you," said her father, holding a bag of ice to his head.
"Very well, Ororro, can you help Isabella pack her things, while I speak with Mr. and Mrs. Sulinski."
The two went up to Isabella's room, and put her clothes and other belongings into bags, and boxes. When Isabella got to her dolls and stuffed animals, she put all of them in one bag, except one, a rag doll in which she held on to.
"So, what can you do?" asked Isabella, when they were nearly done.
"I am a weather witch. I can control the weather."
"Cool."
Ororro smiled. Ororro and Isabella put all of her things in the trunk of the car, and Ororro, Professor Xavier, and Isabella got in, and they drove to a nearby airfield, where a large black jet was awaiting them. They transferred Isabella's things from the car to the jet, then flying from Raleigh, North Carolina, to the school. A little while after they left Raleigh, Isabella fell asleep in the back seat. When they reached the school, Professor Xavier got out and went in ahead and Ororro woke up Isabella.
"I'm sorry, Miss Monroe. I'm not used to having the entire backseat to myself."
Ororro smiled.
"Call me Storm."
Isabella smiled back, and got out of the jet, with no shoes on, still in her pajamas. They unloaded all of her things and took them up to the girls' room, and settled her in, and she got dressed in a pair of jeans and a green t-shirt. Isabella looked at her watch it was seven o'clock.
"I am sorry, but I must leave you here. Feel free to roam around as you please."
"Thank you."
Isabella walked downstairs and into the TV/ Game room, and she saw them. Bobby was her best friend since she was a little girl. He half ran over to her and they hugged.
"Bella! What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I've come here to go to school Suga," she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"You're a mutant, too?" Isabella nodded. "So, when did this happen?"
"This morning."
"Oh."
"I've missed you, Suga," she said.
"And I, you."
"What's your name?" asked the guy wearing sunglasses, sitting on the sofa.
"Isabella. And yours?"
"Scott Summers."
"Well, HI! It's nice to meet you. So, do we go to school here, or what?"
A gothic girl walked up to her, from a couple of girls a few feet away.
"Ah'll take over from here, boys," she said, leading Isabella away. "Ah'm Rogue,"
"Isabella."
"That's Kitty, and this is Jubilee. We go to the local public school, Bayville High."
"So, like, what can you do?" asked the one called Kitty.
"I really don't know, I threw a heavy ball really far, so I guess I'm really strong, and I slipped, but didn't hit the ground, so I levitate."
"You don't levitate, you fly," said the Professor.
"Fly?"
"Yes, Isabella, you can fly."
"Oh."
He chuckled.
"Scott," said a girl, from behind Isabella.
Scott got up and walked to her, as Isabella turned to see whom it was, but she couldn't see the girl's face, because Scott was in the way.
"Who's that?" asked Isabella.
"Oh, that's. Jean Grey, she stays here, too," said Rogue.
Isabella fell to floor, in a dead faint.
Generation X Darkness
"WELL I'M NOT! AND I NEVER WILL BE! MAYBE IF I DIE, TOO, YOU'LL NOTICE THE GOOD THINGS I'VE DONE!"
Isabella Sulinski stormed out of her house in her black silk pajamas and ran down the road to her high school. She stopped at the practice football field and saw that the guys had left one of their shot puts out. Angry, upset and crying she picked up the 12lb lead ball, and threw it. It soared over the fence, over the game field and into the last row of the home stands, at least a hundred yards from where she stood. The best guy on the team could only throw it 40- some feet. She stood there wide- eyed and open- mouthed. Her dark red hair blew wildly in the wind, and her blue eyes were unblinking. Then she panicked; she'd put a hole in the bleachers. She ran away from the school, as soon as she reached the sidewalk, she slipped on some gravel, but she never touched the ground. She tensed as she braced for impact, but relaxed when the impact never came. She looked around her and noticed that she was floating above the sidewalk. She put both feet back on the ground and ran back home.
'Normal sixteen- year- olds can't float or throw things that far. God help me!' she thought.
She opened the door to her house, and was immediately greeted by her father.
"I'm surprised you came back, you didn't last time," he grumbled.
"Well, I forgot my stuff. And plus, my sister never ran away, but then again, SHE DIED!"
Isabella started up the stairs to her room, but her father grabbed her upper arm.
"Don't you EVER talk about your sister that way!"
Isabella pushed him off of her, sending him through the wall.
"Oh, Daddy! I'm sorry, I didn't mean-Mommy, I'm sorry--"
"Just go up to your room," said her mother, looking through the hole in the wall.
Isabella ran up to her room, and sat on her bed in a little ball, rocking back and forth. A couple hours later, Isabella heard the doorbell ring, and she heard her mother talking.
"Yes, she's here. Please, come in. Isabella, you have company."
Isabella, did her make up and brushed her hair, then ran downstairs, forgetting about her pajamas. She saw two people: an older, bald man in a wheelchair, and a young African- American woman, with white hair.
"Hello, Isabella. I am Professor Charles Xavier, and this is Ororro Monroe. You have been accepted in to Xavier's School for the Gifted," said the man.
"Are you sure you have the right girl?" Isabella asked her southern drawl lowered almost to a whisper.
"You are Isabella Sulinski, are you not?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then we have the right girl. Our school is in upstate New York. We are set on helping gifted children, like you."
"Gifted?"
"Mutants, like us," she heard a voice whisper inside her head.
"Do you really want to accept me? I have a criminal record, and I can't leave the state yet."
"I've spoken to your judge, and she thinks it will be good for you."
"Would you like to attend?" asked Ororro.
Isabella nodded.
"When are you going?" asked Isabella's mom.
"Whenever is convenient for you," said the Professor.
"Today, if you can, so she's not an inconvenience to you," said her father, holding a bag of ice to his head.
"Very well, Ororro, can you help Isabella pack her things, while I speak with Mr. and Mrs. Sulinski."
The two went up to Isabella's room, and put her clothes and other belongings into bags, and boxes. When Isabella got to her dolls and stuffed animals, she put all of them in one bag, except one, a rag doll in which she held on to.
"So, what can you do?" asked Isabella, when they were nearly done.
"I am a weather witch. I can control the weather."
"Cool."
Ororro smiled. Ororro and Isabella put all of her things in the trunk of the car, and Ororro, Professor Xavier, and Isabella got in, and they drove to a nearby airfield, where a large black jet was awaiting them. They transferred Isabella's things from the car to the jet, then flying from Raleigh, North Carolina, to the school. A little while after they left Raleigh, Isabella fell asleep in the back seat. When they reached the school, Professor Xavier got out and went in ahead and Ororro woke up Isabella.
"I'm sorry, Miss Monroe. I'm not used to having the entire backseat to myself."
Ororro smiled.
"Call me Storm."
Isabella smiled back, and got out of the jet, with no shoes on, still in her pajamas. They unloaded all of her things and took them up to the girls' room, and settled her in, and she got dressed in a pair of jeans and a green t-shirt. Isabella looked at her watch it was seven o'clock.
"I am sorry, but I must leave you here. Feel free to roam around as you please."
"Thank you."
Isabella walked downstairs and into the TV/ Game room, and she saw them. Bobby was her best friend since she was a little girl. He half ran over to her and they hugged.
"Bella! What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I've come here to go to school Suga," she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"You're a mutant, too?" Isabella nodded. "So, when did this happen?"
"This morning."
"Oh."
"I've missed you, Suga," she said.
"And I, you."
"What's your name?" asked the guy wearing sunglasses, sitting on the sofa.
"Isabella. And yours?"
"Scott Summers."
"Well, HI! It's nice to meet you. So, do we go to school here, or what?"
A gothic girl walked up to her, from a couple of girls a few feet away.
"Ah'll take over from here, boys," she said, leading Isabella away. "Ah'm Rogue,"
"Isabella."
"That's Kitty, and this is Jubilee. We go to the local public school, Bayville High."
"So, like, what can you do?" asked the one called Kitty.
"I really don't know, I threw a heavy ball really far, so I guess I'm really strong, and I slipped, but didn't hit the ground, so I levitate."
"You don't levitate, you fly," said the Professor.
"Fly?"
"Yes, Isabella, you can fly."
"Oh."
He chuckled.
"Scott," said a girl, from behind Isabella.
Scott got up and walked to her, as Isabella turned to see whom it was, but she couldn't see the girl's face, because Scott was in the way.
"Who's that?" asked Isabella.
"Oh, that's. Jean Grey, she stays here, too," said Rogue.
Isabella fell to floor, in a dead faint.