A/N: Hey people this is my first X-Men story, so no flamers. Constuctive criticism is allowed though.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or it's characters. I only own my OC's.
Chapter 1 - Reaper
Mrmr mrmr mrmr
That's all I hear. Every day. It's the only thing I can understand.
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Where am I? Who am I? What am I? These are questions I cannot answer. I see nothing around me, just nothingness. It's just dark and cold. Cold but warm. What is this? Is there anyone here who can tell me, who can answer me?
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"Open your eyes," something says to me. I don't want to. I like it in here. It's quiet. I like quiet. "Open your eyes now, Number 13," it tells me again. Why? Why does it want me to open my eyes? What are my eyes. I do not know. There are so many things I do not know. What is Number 13? Is that me? Is that what I am?
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I want to see. Things put stuff in me, stuff I do not know. I know some things now. I know where my eyes are, how to listen, how to breath. But I still don't have answers. I want to know who I am. I want to know what I am.
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I lay on the ground, injured and wounded. I don't remember anything, just images and people. Some are things I imagine, but others I have no clue. I remember one. A girl, older than me, and a woman. She has kind eyes.
I hear a heartbeat. It walks closer to me. I try to concentrate on it. It seems as though I was injured. My body is cold and numb. I don't really feel anything. I have clothes, so I am not embarressed when the person who finds me is a guy. He looks as though he didn't know whether to be afraid or stunned. "What do you want? Go away or I'll kill you," I lie to him. I cannot use my powers. He merely walks closer to me. I try to srike at him with my sharp fingernails, but miss. He has greenish hair, but fair colored skin. When I look closer I see that he has green eyes.
He laughs. I'm a feisty one, he says. I do not know the term feisty, but I take it as an insult. I get up, wanting now more than ever to kill him. "Hey, calm down, I'm only here to help," he said. I almostfall, but he catches me. "My name is Tech. What's yours?"
"I am Reaper."
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"Reaper, let's go," a girl says. I grow tired of this. I am used in the gang, and there is only one other like me, and that was Tech. He has made me a gift, to help me hide my true colors. He has a power I do not know.
"No," I tell her. She threatens me. I tell her I want to leave the gang. She hits me. I know this feeling in my stomach. It is hate, it is anger, it is what fuels me, like gasoline to a fire in my belly. I want to kill again.
More people come to her aid, and they have chains, bats, and other things to hurt me with. I hold no fear. I stand my ground. I have seen what happens to people when they leave the gang. They are beaten to a bloody pulp, and left for dead.
Someone swings at me. I duck and concentrate on his heart. It stops beating suddenly, and he drops to the ground. He is dead, just like how all the others will be. More people try to attack me, and fail. All those who attack fall dead. I hear a loud sound, like a gunshot. I know what is is, and before I could do anything, I felt a searing pain in my side. I was shot. I was hurting, hurting like nothing I've known. I feel something else. It is called fear. Fear takes away my anger, and my hate. It is like an animal in my belly. It rakes its claws against my insides and bones, tearing me from the inside out.
Tech tries to stop the person from killing me. It is the girl who hit me. "Hurry, run away!" he tells me. "Run away before she kills you!" I let my power surround me. I know where I want to go. I don't know where it is though. I heard about it. It is a place for mutants like me could go. I think it was Westchester Mansion. The man who owned it was called Charles Xavier.
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I am hurt, hungry, and tired. I lost so much blood, and I feel sick to my stomach. I have been traveling for a few days, and I haven't found it yet. I grow so tired. I fall. I was up so high that I was going to die if I hit the ground. I figured it would be better than dying from blood loss.
Just before I hit the pavement, I stopped. I don't know why. I lingered a few feet above ground, andgrew more tired with each passing second. I see two people looking at me, both women. One had white hair and eyes with a color I could not tell, my vision was blurry. The other one was what I guessed was holding me up. She had redish hair, and eyes I, yet again, could not tell the color.
"Jean, she's hurt. Let her down," the white haired woman said. She let me down, and felt as though I never hit the ground, she put me down so gently. The white haired woman came closer to me, and I could see my reflection in her eyes. I could see myself. I was ready to give up, to lie here and die. She had something in her eyes, something that I couldn't describe. It was weird, and yet comforting at the same time. I had realized something.
I didn't want to die. I wanted help, to have someone help me. I want to be able to trust and be trusted. Could I trust her? "Charles..." I tried to say, but my voice wouldn't speak. I felt something in my mind move. I felt as though someone was peering through my thoughts. I was frantic. Charles, Charles Xavier. Please help me, I want to find Westchester Mansion. Please help me, please...help. Water brimmed my eyes, and fell. I hurt so much, I was so badly hurt. I wanted help.
I felt darkness surrounding me, trying to pull me down. I fought against it, trying to keep myself awake. I wanted help, but I was so tired. I couldn't help but let myself succumb to the darkness that overtook me.
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