Hi! I made Moonfire up a LONG time ago and finally decided to put her story up. I'm not sure how it'll play out, and I can only hope you like it. Any ideas are welcomed. R&R! ;)

[Chapter One]

[Moonfire's P.O.V.]

I don't know what to do. I stare at the gates in front of me, metal gleaming in the sunlight. I hear laughter and playful arguments coming from somewhere behind that mansion, and a surge of sadness rushes through me. I need help, but I can't risk hurting them. I've been standing here for about twenty minutes, and I still can't decide.

I hear tires screeching to a halt behind me. Then footsteps, but I don't turn around. "You lookin' for somethin', kid?" a gruff voice asks behind me. I turn around and come face to face with a man. He has bluish-black hair that sticks up on either side of his head, and brown eyes that give me the once-over. He is very strongly built, and would be very intimidating if he weren't just a little over five feet tall, just an inch or two shorter than me.

I make up my mind right there.

I speak for the first time in ten years. "I'm looking for Professor Charles Xavier," I say. He grunts, then sighs.

"Follow me."

He leads me through the gates, and into the mansion. I follow him through a maze of hallways until he stops in front of a door.

"In here," he says, than disappears through another door. I knock and enter. A bald man in a wheelchair looks up from his desk.

"Hello, Kaitlyn." He says it without surprise, quietly, as if he has expected me for a long time. How did he know my real name?

"You should know that I am telepathic, as in I can read minds. You were thinking about your name, and trying to decide if you wanted me to know it or not. And you decided to tell me.

I nodded slowly. That's exactly what I was thinking about! I am afraid, suddenly, of what he's seen in my head. He glances at me and smiles.

"When you think about something a lot, your thoughts will be projected to me. I can't help it, but you can," he tells me.

Somebody bangs through the door, and I whip around. Little white orbs pop out from thin air. They glow and swirl around me, and I am ready to attack. The intruder is tall, taller than the other one anyway, and has brown hair. He looks about 18. His eyes are covered by red sunglasses, but even so I can tell he's surprised.

"Kaitlyn, stop." I hear the professor's voice inside my head. I reluctantly back down.

"Uh, who's this, Professor?" he asks, and watches me warily.

"Her name is Kaitlyn, and I don't know what her problem is. She hasn't told me yet."

"Oh."

I start to feel a pain in my head. I start to scream, and I am vaguely aware they are talking to me.

"You don't know what my problem is, but watch out, because it's happening!" I shriek again and pass out.

I awake in my mind. I sigh and say, "SHADOW! I wasn't finished!"

"Well, too bad. You took too long." The voice booms from all around me. I've already gotten used to this, so I pull up a screen. I watch as Shadow lunges towards the 18-year-old. He pulls off his sunglasses and lets out a red blast. He hits Shadow in the chest and she falls backward. If this kid survives Shadow, I'll admit, he's good. Shadow turns and grabs the Professor by the collar of his shirt. She throws him out the window, and I actually laugh. She turns towards the boy again, and uses her power of darkness to create a band. She ties his hands behind his back and forms another band, taking the rest of the shadows from the room, and wraps it around his neck. Shadow closes her hand slowly, choking him.

I stare at him before shouting, "Shadow! That's ENOUGH!" She isn't listening, so I close my eyes and envision her. I imagine sunlight, moonlight, starlight, firelight, any light at all surrounding her. I feel the world around me shake, and a thud as our body crashes to the ground. Good. She's in our mind now. I feel her grab me, but I ignore her, and pretend that Shadow is in full view of the sun. I hear her screech and let go of me. I stop imagining and turn to look at her. She's on the ground, holding her head. I jump to take control of myself, and soon, I'm standing up and staring down at the 18-year-old. Scott Summers. I don't know how I know that, but I do. I dissolve the darkness that binds him and suddenly, all the objects in the room have shadows again. I fall to the ground and listen to my ragged breath. I see Scott looking at me, and I shrug.

"Sorry," I say, and become unconscious again.

Shadow has been subdued. For now. But she'll be back. She always comes back.

Phew. Finished! I can't believe how easy that was, and I hope you'll review. Criticism welcomed. If any of the characters seem out of character, tell me. For those of you who didn't catch on, Shadow controls the dark and bright light is her worst fear. Moonfire controls light and total darkness is her worst fear.

BTW, I don't own anything except Moonfire and Shadow. They're mine. ALL MINE! BWA HA HA HA! ;D