A/N: Just a quick little intro for the story. It isn't such a dark story, but it may be perceived as one by some people. It follows Hannah Olivia Rain and since, in this chapter, I did not provide you with details on her physical description, I will not deprive you of one so you can keep it in your head when reading the story: the picture for this story is about what she looks like, and I mainly picked that photograph because of the girl's eyes. It has a very serious, pissed off and detached look to them, which is what Hannah's eyes have. Even though the girl has blue eyes, Hannah actually has long dirty blonde hair and dark green eyes.

She is 13, almost 14 years old and at the beginning is wearing a thin red sweater and black and pink pajama pants. She isn't a psychopath, but she doesn't really have feelings for people in the sense that she doesn't care if they're hurt, except her baby brother. She doesn't talk much and when she does she's snarky. She was raised to a wealthy family who treated her like a princess by giving her all these special things but all she wanted to do was curl up on her bed and read, for she knew that her family only did that because they were slightly afraid of her and her power.

And her power? Earthbending. Not as powerful as Toph from Avatar: The Last Airbender or Terra from Teen Titans but I wanted to create that sort of character for X-Men as it is very interesting. She's powerful, but she gets tired. The story isn't going to be very long, probably about 10-15 chapters, 20 at the most, but who knows, you know? The story is set inbetween X-Men 1 and 2, with Logan on the team though. Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy the story and I will leave you to it!

Uncontrollable

Chapter 1

It was a dark and stormy night.

That's always how it starts, isn't it? The weather plays an omen, does it not?

Zoom in on a two story, two door garage-d home with a picket fence out front. This is our protagonist Hannah Olivia Rain's home, where she lay asleep in her bed, unaware of what was about to happen.

The bed creaked under the constant moving of the person in it. Her eyebrow was furrowed, her mouth slightly open, her eyes squeezed shut. She caught herself in her blankets and they limited her movement as she thrashed in her bed. The girl was sweating and her hand gripped the comforter.

She was experiencing a nightmare.

Inaudible noises escaped her throat as she fought the pretend demons in her dream. Lightning struck outside and her thrashing grew more intense. Rain pelted the window above her, penetrating into her dream, taking the form of footsteps as she was being chased, chased, chased.

Suddenly, the house began to shake. It was not from the intensity of the storm; no, the weatherman said it was only a light one. Picture frames hung on walls began to shake and fall as dressers knocked over what was on top of them. The shaking house coincided with the thrashing girl in her bed.

A woman awoke two rooms over and sat up in her bed. Recognizing the shaking house as an earthquake, she shook her husband awake to inform him, not giving any thought as to why an earthquake would happen now, given that their state never experienced earthquakes before.

As the man groggily woke up, his destination set for his daughter's room, his wife took their baby in her arms, soothing it. The house creaked, jolting the man awake. "Hannah?" he cried. The floor tilted against him, causing things to slide into him. His wife screamed. "Hannah!"

The floor gave way rather easily, as this house was not built to be earthquake resistant in the slightest. With a shriek and the cry of a baby, they fell through the floor and onto the ground below, the rest of the debris following suite on top of them. Then, the shaking stopped.

With a gasp, the girl awoke. She lay there panting for a minute, so sure that she heard her name being called, followed by a loud boom and screaming. Were there intruders in the house?

With cautious footsteps, she got out of the bed, immediately noticing fallen items everywhere. She walked on her tiptoes with her hands by her side, ready for any jumpscare. Her mouth opened and then closed, deciding not to call her parents, just in case there was an intruder.

She tiptoed her way towards the broken wooden doorway of her parents' room, stopping at the corner to take a breath before peeking in.

A giant hole, almost like a sinkhole, took the place of more than half of what used to be her parents' bedroom's floor. Tiptoeing her way inside, she stepped over broken pieces of glass and jutting pieces of wood closer to the hole. Leaning, she peered down in the hole, now looking over what used to be their living room; parts of the big blue couch were still visible and the giant flatscreen TV was shattered.

Her eyes scanned the scene more closely, not knowing exactly what she was looking for but also knowing that she was looking for bodies.

She got what she anticipated as she paused and squinted her eyes on a specific area. Her heart raced and she knelt down, gripping the edge of the hole. The phrase 'it can't be' repeated in her head as she racked her brain for a logical explanation as to why her baby brother's small, little hand jutted out from underneath the rubble, along with a pool of blood.

Her anger took the best of her as she screamed her loudest, hitting the floorboards. Her hands raked through her hair as she realized that she had killed her baby brother, buried him under rubble, along with her parents. The rubble that she caused to fall down on them, by her unnecessary earthquake.

Memories of her dream came flooding back to her and she remembered being chased. She didn't know what was chasing her, she just knew it was something bad planning on hurting her. That's always a reason to run.

A glint of light caught her eye and she looked up, out a hole in the wall to see her neighbor's lights coming on and she could hear a bunch of shouting. They were no doubt going to call the police, try to explain to them that yes, an earthquake just happened in the place least expected to get one and it destroyed a house. Or, at least half a house.

The police; an incessant force that would probe her with questions as to why her family died and she was spared, and was it really an earthquake? They would come after her, just like the thing in her dream. They would find out her special gift and lock her away in some institution, or just plainly kill her.

She couldn't let that happen.

She ran back to her room, trying for the light switch and then mentally slapping herself as it was obvious it wouldn't work. Hannah blindly fumbled around in her walk-in closet for a suitcase to which she randomly packed with clothes. She changed into a comfortable pair of dark jeans, leaving on her thin red sweater top. After slipping on some warm socks and strapping up a pair of white sneakers, she took the suitcase and navigated through the house, down the stairs, and to the front door.

Opening the door without hesitation, she ran out and alongside the house, opening the back gate and escaping into the woods. Her pace was quick but sped it up to a run when she heard the police sirens.

She ran and ran into the black forest, guided by memories of previous times for being there. If she ran until a giant, scary looking tree she'd come across a river to jump over, and then head straight for a hundred feet or so and turn right. She awkwardly ran with the suitcase, pausing for breath only once before picking up running again until she came across the end of the woods and into a strip of road.

Now she was about a mile away from her house, but it still wasn't good enough for her; still wasn't good enough for the cops. Crossing the road, she headed straight for an hour, speed walking. Tripping on a few branches and rocks here and there, she tried to keep her swearing down to a minimum and calm herself. Thoughts ran through her head a mile an hour; did they retrieve any bodies yet? Did anyone survive? Are they wondering where she is, probably chasing her right now? What were the neighbors doing?

An hour or so into the trek she came across a small cave and suddenly wished that she had brought a flashlight so she could check for animals or worse, bugs. Deciding that she was too tired to care she sat down at the edge of it, concentrating her power into her hand and brought up a wall of rock to fill the entrance, caving her in. She brought up a wall to her right as well, a precaution against animals and her best defense against (more) bugs.

She laid back against the wall, clutching her suitcase on her lap as she panted and tried to relax. It was all her fault, she got herself into this, therefore she deserved it. She had gone and killed her family in her sleep, crushed them to death for no good reason. And all they ever did was treat her like their little princess.

Before she got too angry, she calmed herself down as to not cause another earthquake. Hannah took deep breaths to calm herself down, closing her eyes and counted to 100. Then again, 100. Again; 100. She must've counted to 100 about 100 times before she drifted off back into sleep in the cave, shivering and clutching her suitcase.

It was a routine now of Professor Charles Xavier to enter into Cerebro every morning and 'hook up,' checking for signs of distressed mutants. Granted, almost every one of the mutants were distressed in their own way- damn society- but what he tried to zero in on were the more dangerous ones and the children so that he could send his team- Cyclops, Storm, Logan and himself- to calm them down or recruit them. He was a teacher, not the mutant police.

There was this one girl in particular that had him interested today. She was located in North Dakota, and her powers had got a little out of control recently. She was a mix of hate and fear, and her energy told the Professor that her powers were very strong and uncontrolled. She was huddled in a cave, shivering from the cold, crying in her sleep. The power within her was getting ready to surge again, he could tell.

Once he logged her location into his brain, he left Cerebro and entered the elevator up. It was time to leave.

Sorry for the short first chapter, I am currently writing the next but I just wanted a little introduction/prologue to set the stage. Hope you enjoyed it and ANY sort of criticism is welcome! :D