A/N: Please no flames! I will gladly accept any constructive criticisms, but no need to be mean or rude! This is my first story, so please be nice!
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! Plain and simple
Prologue
It had been 8 years since Alex summers had seen his sister. Though he didn't want to admit it, she might even be dead; he didn't know. When Erik and Charles has gotten out of prison the first thing he did was find a pay phone and call the land line at the Orphanage he and his sister were taken to after their parents and their brother Scott died in a plane crash. The line had been disconnected. When Alex and the other young mutants were taken the CIA headquarters he managed to get access to a computer and after a little research, found an article in a local newspaper about how the orphanage had exploded about a week after he was adopted. Police and the fire said it was a faulty gas line, but nowhere in the article did it name the 3 survivors. Alex just hoped that his sister was one of them. He vowed that as soon as the CIA was done with them he would find out what happened to his sister, no matter how long it took. "no way this group will last long" he thought. "A stripper who can fly and spit fireballs, a taxi driver who can adapt to anything, a high school kid that breaks stuff by screaming, some chick that can look and sound like anyone, a CIA nerd with giant feet, and me, 19 year old who has spent the last 1 ½ year in solitary who can shoot giant rings of uncontrollable destructive energy. What genius came up with this bright idea?"
They hadn't even been told exactly what is was they were supposed to be doing. Only that The were essentially the CIA's new mutant division.
And then everything went to hell.
A/N: I've never written anything before, and I hope you like it! Please review! This is just kinda something that came to me when I was half a sleep but not wanting to go to bed at 2am cuz I'm weird like that. Not entirely sure where I'm going with this, but I guess we'll find out.