Well… this was originally an interactive fanfiction (both choose your adventure and you based), but I took a look at the rules and I saw they were against the rules so I had to fix it up with my own OC and completely rewrite it. Hehe, I L.O.V.E. interactive fanfictions… I wonder why they'd be against the rules. IDK! (I'm listening for anyone who wants to explain why, btw)

This is my first… X-Men Evolution fanfic so I hope you like it. I DON'T OWN X-MEN: EVOLUTION OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS…WELL… I OWN MY OC, KALI. Anyway, I don't want to rant for too long so… please comment! ENJOY!

Oh, by the way. It didn't occur to me that my OC's power was just like something that came out of Fullmetal Alchemist until someone told me, I want to say that was unintentional and sorry for that. I wrote the original story before FMA even came out in the US. Actually the main character's power was influenced by the idea of magicians.

-Pietro-4-Eva

Chapter 1: The Unknown

SLASH! The ominous figure cut into the hero's chest. He gripped his chest and felt the massive wound as he shrieked louder than any banshee known to the human race. He tried standing up as the blood pulps gushed out. His vision faded as he wobbled to protect the world. Staggering at first, he eventually picked up speed, as he tried to get to the ominous figure's weak spot. This is it, the final battle, this one hit determined the fate of the entire world. And… and-

"I'll take that," a fairly tall man with short light hair and glasses took the book away from the girl. He continued, "You know Kali, if you could only pay attention to class instead of reading in your little fantasy world, you may actually pass my class." The class looked at Kali snickering as the teacher gave her yet another detention slip.

"Can I at least have it by the end of class?" Kali asked. She dug into her bag and pulled out a big stack of colorful papers. The top Pink layer were detention slips, the next layer were orange Sunday school papers, the Blue layer were counselor meetings, and the Green papers were principle meetings. She had a big stack already and the school year just barely started.

"I'll think about it," the teacher responded as he shoved the book in his desk.

The teacher tried to get back to his lecture on persuasive essays and how a good conclusion could affect the entire thing when Kali raised her voice and interrupted, "But this is English class! I have a right to read!"

He sighed, "Keep it up Kali and you'll get both a detention and a Saturday school" The other students giggled and snickered louder, Kali sank deep into her seat as she cursed under her breath. She spent the rest of class looking at the clock. Lunch was next, her haven, where she can be alone in solitude.

Finally the lunch bell rang. She got up and immediately walked up to her teacher. "Can I have the book back?"

He reached into his desk to get the book but then he stopped and suddenly asked, "Kali, where do you plan on going after High School?"

'Here it goes again…' Kali thought to herself. She's gotten this speech many times since she entered High School. It made her wonder why teachers, no, why everyone would just leave her alone and stop worrying about her. She didn't know what she was doing after high school, she didn't know what she was going to do for a career, and she for sure didn't know how her life would plan out anywhere past lunch. So why bother asking? She shook her head, "I don't know, and I don't care. Just give me back my book!" He refused to give her back the book without adding a polite 'please'. Once she did, he gave her a disappointed look and he handed her the book. She hurried out of the class before he added more to the speech by suggesting classes, tutoring, or even summer school. She knew once they get into that part of the speech they'll give her the forms, watch her sign them, then she'd have to worry about another class she was eventually going to blow off.

She hurried to her usual spot, the music room. No one was usually in there and when other students where there, they have never bothered her. Once in the small auditorium she sat in one of the chairs on stage. There, yet another teacher approached her. "Kali, just the girl I was looking for."

Kali looked up, "Oh hey…" She paused. She couldn't remember her last name. She took a guess, "Smith?"

She looked at Kali strangely for a second, "No. Mrs. Sampson."

"Oh yeah, that's it," she started, "So were you able to squeeze me in for the dance Sampson?"

"That's MRS. Sampson," she corrected. Kali never calls a teacher Mrs. or Mr. She usually called them just by their last name. Kali never quite understood why that bothered them. "Well anyway, I was able to get you in the dance. Do you want to be the opening act or the closing act?" she asked.

"Opening," she answered quickly. Kali was planning on performing at her school dance. She wanted to sing a few songs. Even at a young age Kali loved singing, dancing, and being in the spotlight. This dance was her chance to get her 15 minutes of fame. Kali was hoping to get the opening act so she can get there, sing, get out. Everything about this dance was going her way for once.

Mrs. Sampson noted Kali on her clipboard, "Okay, now I have to look for Amber and tell her she's the closing act" Mrs. Sampson left the room.

Kali smiled, 'Amber wont like that.' Amber was the most popular girl in school. Everyone wanted to suck up to her in hopes that they will rise up the stupid popularity chart. But as far as Kali was concerned Amber was a first class manipulative bitch; she always had been since they first met in elementary school. And Kali was once again alone in the closed in sanctuary of her mind.

She began reading her book once more until she felt a sharp pain in her hands. The sudden pain caused her to drop her books and yell. Kali crossed her arms and buried her hands between her stomach and her arms and balled them into fists; she curled forward trying to subdue the pain with the pressure. She whimpered to herself, "What's happening? Why am I hurting like this?" Suddenly the pain subsided she grabbed a small piece of metal she found close by on the floor. She squeezed the metal in her palms. Her hands felt warm. The warmness was calming, she didn't know nor care why her palms were suddenly warm as long as it worked. Soon enough the pain vanished. She opened her hand to throw away the piece of metal. But there was no longer a tiny scrap of metal in her hand. It was replaced with a chain. She looked at it confused. "What's going on?" She said to herself out loud. People always warned her, 'Curiosity killed the cat' but that never stopped her before. She dropped the chain and grabbed a rough piece of bark from the tree in the corner of the building. Kali closed her hands in a fist and tried it again. Several seconds later she opened her hand to reveal a crisp new $20 bill. Excitement and terror filled every inch of her body. 'Where did these strange powers come from?' she thought to herself. The bell rang, breaking her concentration. She shoved the money in her pocket and left the auditorium to her next class. 'oh joy, science...' she thought sarcastically.

After school she took the long way home, the sudden appearance of her 'power' and the upcoming dance distracted her and she skipped her detention, for once accidentally. She skimmed through a binder full of songs she wrote over the past couple of years. She wrote songs varying from love songs to break up songs to even suicidal songs; though she wasn't suicidal. She thought about what kind of music she should play, she decided techno and soft rock will be fine, it was going to be mostly couples anyway. Each song ended the same way; written and composed by Kali Anderson, Kali swallowed hard. That name didn't suit her; Kali honestly didn't know if that was her real name in the first place. For as long as she known she lived on her own, she knows she had to have a mother and father at some point of her life, but what about siblings? As far as she was concerned her family died, or something like that. It never crossed her mind to search for them. If they were alive she was certain they would have tried looking for her by now. Every time she looked at her name, she'd always wonder about how life could be different if she had a different name. The more she thought about it the more she wondered about it. Would she talk different? Would she be passing school? Would she have a family to come home to?

Okay, not the best thing ever. Sorry about the ending, my English teachers always did tell me I had to think of better ways to end my essays. (I think the same goes for my stories too.) Since this is my first story I think I should mention that I'll update and fix up chapters as much as possible, buuuuuut (Their is always a but) my computer is screwed up. So I won't get to update as much as I'd like to. I hoped you liked it enough to read Chapter 2 though. Where the PietroxKali pairing might come in! ^-^ (It's a definate maybe). Please commen! I'll give you a cookie! -shows off a chibi pietro cookie that says: "Thank you for commenting"- =0w0=