I am French. It seems to be a good way to start. Therefore my level of english is not perfect and it is likely that you will find mistakes, and I deeply apologize for that. I hope nonetheless that you will enjoy this prologue, dear readers... or naaaaaah.

I really like the X-Men movies, I'm not ashamed to say that I haven't actually read any of the comic books, because I'm not really into comic books. (don't kill me). I've recenty re-watched X-Men First Class, Days of Future Past, and Apocalypse. And i've been extremely sad over Alex's death. So here I am, writing a fanfiction to make my heart better. Hope you'll like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men, just my OCs.

Prologue

Consequences. I don't like them, therefore I avoid them. That's the main reason I try to ignore my powers. Them and my conscience don't get along. My powers manifested when I was twelve. My parents first thought I was having a stroke, to later find out that I was a mutant, and leave me under the care of our friendly neighbor Vanessa for an hour. It became pretty clear after a day or five that they weren't coming back. You can imagine, I was pretty bitter about it. Lovely Vanessa witnessed one of my crisis and ended up asking the authorities to handle my case.

A man named Diaz took me in and I have been living with him ever since. He knew what he was getting into. People knew about mutants, but that did not mean they liked them being around them 'normals'. Let alone sharing the same institutions as them, such as school.

My name is Mara but my best friend has taken upon herself to call me Fate. My powers are directly linked to this name. I can see when a person is going to die, there's a clear date appearing above their head, and clear words describing how that person would die. I can also make destiny come sooner or a tiny bit later. Say one guy is supposed to die in three days, a clap of my hands (not literally) and the date changes to two days, or four. Playing with life is not something one should do. I learned what I could do out of anger. And I learned about consequences later on.

I tried to severed one's fate once. To my absolute delight, it had worked. Fate was being challenged, and his best friend Balance had decided to settle the score. Diaz lost his wife Camille the day the guy I saved was supposed to die. Because he ran over her. Balance surely has a weird sense of humor.

However, it's different for mutants. I can still see the numbers, but when one is to die in three days tops, that's when those famous crisis come in. I experience the moment of death like it was mine. A mutant's death is always painful to witness. They always seem to die horrible deaths. Deaths that I can't stop for fear of doing more harm than good. I have a notebook where I write down their names. Some names are stuck in my head due to how horribly life was taken away from them. Sean Cassidy. Angel Salvadore. And so many more.

"Earth to Fate !"

"Mara", I instinctively correct.

"Oh honey, did you bump your head on something ? I'm not Mara, I'm Riley. Can't you recognize me ? How many fingers am I holding up ?" Riley wriggles her fingers around in front of my face, annoyingly enough for me to want to snap them in half.

"Put those away or I swear on everything that is good on this earth that I will rip your hand from your arm and feed it to the dog."

"Ew, jeez. Rip my hand off ? You know who does that ? Crazy people ! And we don't even have a dog !"

My foul mood is not due to her inexplicable desire to call me by my mutant name, but rather by the vision I had before she came in. She seems to realize that.

"It happened again, didn't it ?"

My silence is enough for her.

"When ?"

"Tomorrow."

"How ?"

"Protecting his friends."

"Well that's a first... What's his name ?" I throw my notebook at her and she catches it easily before letting her eyes slide down the page to the last name written. She reads it out loud, and the man's face flashes in front of me, a vivid memory of what was going to happen to him. "Alexander Summers..."

TBC... (maybe)

Don't know if I'm going to continue or not. Believe it or not, not writing in my mothertongue is reaaaally grueling. Bye bye !