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P.S. My first fanfic so keep an open mind and don't be afraid to make suggestions! (Takes place shortly after the Cuba Missile crisis and Mutants are slowly being discovered)I'm always open to constructive criticism! :D Also, I didn't go by the Comics (mainly because they're too confusing :P) so if I get my facts screwed up please let me know ;D Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Trouble

I should have seen this coming.

Today started off completely wrong. There was just something in the air that just said trouble was coming. And trouble did come.

The Mutant "Issue" has really been hitting home lately with the most recent mutant attacks. When a High School in Colorado, not very far away from my dorm, was invaded by Mutants and three students went missing, the city seemed to lose it. Mutant sympathy in the area went right out the window, with hate crimes against anyone who even looks weird escalating tenfold. That was nearly a month ago but ever since then I've been on high alert.

It's not safe for anyone anymore; Human or Mutant…

It was after my initial classes for the day and my Drama club was supposed to get together to practice for our upcoming play at six o' clock that night. But everyone had been roaming about the college, having nearly an hour before practice with nothing to do but hangout. That feeling of unease, however, refused to leave me. It was only when I was just getting into a conversation about the ethics of euthanasia that the tension began to leave me—

That's when the Mutants came.

It all happened too quickly. I didn't even see who they were or what they looked like. All we saw were explosions and chaos as people ran by our room, shouting about a mutant attack. I fled along with the others as the sounds of screams and loud, thundering sounds rattled the building. Debris fell all around us and I found that I had to cover my face with my sleeve to keep from breathing in the dust. Myself and a few others escaped the initial assault and hid away in a room filled with instruments somewhere in the Band room, where we had all been hanging out about an hour ago.

There I armed myself with a heavy, metal music stand, feeling better with it than if I were empty handed, and began discussing a plan of action with the others. Some thought we should stay put; wait it out. Myself and others thought otherwise. They would find us eventually, and if not then what? Just sit back while the others who hadn't gotten away were being kidnapped or worse?

I don't think so.

Those of us who wanted to find help parted ways with the others and split up to find an exit with the intent to run to the nearest police station. My plan was to get back to my dorm or the reception office across campus and call the police from there.

I never even got out the door.

I was almost at the exit of the performing arts (PA) building nearest the parking lot when I saw them. Glenn, my friend since high school, was gasping for air as he was being held around the throat by a brute of a man with long, claw-like fingernails. His handsome face was growing red from lack of oxygen and he kicked out against the brute in vain. The man had to be six and a half feet tall.

I froze at first, watching my friend (who even in high school had been stronger than your average teenager) as he was being throttled by someone three times my size right before my eyes. I hesitated, still clutching the music stand in my sweaty palms, and then with a fool hearty burst of courage, I hurled myself at the man, raising the stand over my shoulder like a bat.

I swung it forward with all my might but before something strange happened before I could make contact.

There was a loud BAMF-ing noise and my vision filled with red and black smoke and the thick smell of brimstone. I felt someone grab onto the stand and wrench it from my hands. I heard it clank to the floor, but before I could do much more than cry out once, I had a strange feeling that I was falling—yet, being sucked down into nothingness at the same time. It was like I was traveling through a black, empty space with only the feeling of an arm around my waist, carrying me through it.

Then there was a blinding light, a tugging feeling, and I flew forward and hit the floor with a jarring crash.

I laid there for a while, groaning in confusion, until the world stopped spinning, and then I laid there a bit more until I was sure that if I sat up I wouldn't hurl. "Liz!" I heard Glenn shouting distantly as my attacker advanced on me. "Get away from her! Liz!"

Although I didn't actually sit up, I did manage to roll onto my side, one arm supporting me with my other hand pressed against my forehead as though that would stop the pounding that made the world spin. At first, I thought I'd lost my mind when I saw three, blurry, red and black figures standing over me; But then they merged into two, then one, and my vision focused and I realized I wasn't crazy. It was much worse than that.

It was a Mutant—like on television.

He was tall with black, slicked-back hair, wearing a sharp, black suit. But that wasn't how I could tell He was a Mutant. This man had stunning, icy blue eyes that contrasted his crimson red skin—oh, and there was also that incredibly long spaded tail that swayed continuously behind him that sort of tipped me off as well. But watching it made me dizzy and I was forced to close my eyes long enough to get my bearings.

"What—what did you—do to me?" I murmured vaguely, pausing to breathe between every few words as I managed to get on my knees, risking a glance up at the man who simply looked at me with slight interest, his head cocked to the side curiously.

I then looked around and saw that Glenn and the person that had him were both gone. It seems I had somehow traveled in that cloud of smoke a short ways down the pathway leading toward the exit, putting a few feet of distance between where I had last been. "Where is he?!" I asked demandingly as I propped myself against the wall. The dizziness and nausea were subsiding and slowly being replaced by fear.

"Not here." The Mutant replied simply to which I frowned, shooting him a vicious glare under my furrowed brow.

"Obviously." I hissed icily as I doubled over, hands on my knees as I steadied myself. The Mutant seemed to be observing me, watching me struggle to get my bearings, and I grew angry (and slightly embarrassed) under his stare. "What?" I snapped and I noticed the man's tail give a sharp swishing motion as though he was surprised by my outburst, although his face betrayed no emotion whatsoever. Real stoic.

"You are—stronger than most I have teleported." The Mutant said in a thick, (I think Russian) accent, slowly, as though carefully choosing his words out of an English dictionary. "Most become sick—even sleep." The Mutant added, I think I even heard a tone in his voice that sounded vaguely impressed by this.

"Oh, a teleporter!" I observed. That sounded about right. "Right—so that's what your mutation is..." I muttered to myself, thinking about how utterly screwed I was; But at least I could stand up straight at last. I squared my shoulders and planted my feet, ready for an attack.

"You're friend will be safe. For now." The Mutant said, choosing then to answer my first question, even though it didn't tell me at all where Glenn was.

"Wow, you're vague," I commented in annoyance and took a cautious step forward. I received no reaction other than a slight tail curl from the Mutant. I wondered why he wasn't attacking me already. Maybe I could stall…"And, uh, you are here to do—what exactly?" I asked the Mutant hesitantly, feeling like I spoke a different language as well and was having trouble wording my sentences. Staring at this guy to me felt so surreal, like I couldn't believe what I was looking at, but it was right there in front of me.

He just seemed so...alien.

"I am not to be explaining." The Mutant said, and I had the feeling it wasn't out of a need for secrecy but merely because he just really didn't care to explain, waving off my question like a bothersome fly. "You will learn through, Magneto." He added almost begrudgingly (and who can blame him? That name really sucks. Is that his Boss's name?), and with that he extended a red hand to me, beckoning impatiently.

I looked at him apprehensively, raising my eyebrow as if to say, "You really think I'm going to go with you?" Besides, I didn't want to be (what I will call for now) Bamf-ing again anytime soon. Especially since I wasn't sure if, when he said that it made some people 'Sleep,' he meant passing out or falling into a coma, or worse…

As though reading my mind, the Mutant flicked his sky-blue eyes up and to the right as though it were his version of rolling his eyes with a small sigh. "We will not be teleporting. Next door." He said giving the slightest of nods towards the Band room where my friends were no doubt still hiding at that very moment.

"Uh-huh," I said stepping closer. The Mutant again showed no change facially but his twitching tail betrayed him. I suspected that he found my behavior strange, which most people already do, and I figured I could work with that.

I guess people usually attempt to run by now, I thought to myself.

"And if I refuse…" I said, not as a question, but more as an assumption open for discussion.

"You will not." The Mutant said firmly—as a prediction; not a command. Even so, I flinched at the bluntness of the statement, the certainty; surprise evident on my face.

"Why not?" I demanded, realizing how silly it sounded once the words left my mouth. "I mean, what makes you so sure?" I backtracked, digging my hole of embarrassment two feet deeper. The Mutant actually bore a facial expression then; a rather amused look that pulled at the corner of his red lips in a smirk as one eyebrow—which was cut short by a long scar that trailed down from his temple to his cheek—arched.

"Would you rather be walking to see your friends, or dragged?" The Mutant asked, actually managing to put a full sentence together—Sort of. As though to emphasize his point, the Mutant took a step forward, causing me to take an involuntary step back. I cursed softly, knowing that the Mutant meant what he said. I had no choice but to follow.

Then I got an idea.

A kind of…Stupid idea.

"Fine, you win!" I said nonchalantly putting my hands up in mock surrender and making a move to step around him. The Mutant reached for my arm but I withdrew it sharply. I glared at him and he smirked back. "I think I can handle walking in on my own, thanks." I hissed stubbornly and took a few steps forward, casting him a side-long glance as I passed him, walking by so close my hair brushed against his shoulder.

Then I made my move.

I took two steps forward, lingering on the second step and I pivoted abruptly, using that second step for momentum as I lurched back, cupping my right fist in my left hand and throwing my elbow and my full body weight into the Mutants' scarred face. The impact shot pain through my arm, but I ignored it and turned around quickly, placing my hands over the Mutants' shoulders and before he could react, I had thrust my knee up into his abdomen. As He doubled over (I could actually hear the air being knocked out of him!), I made a break for the exit.

Naturally, I didn't make it very far. He recovered faster than I thought he would and I heard him Bamf just behind me.

Knowing he'd reach out for me, I ducked down and danced underneath him, intending to go in the opposite direction, only to be caught around the waist by the Mutant's wicked-fast tail, something I hadn't accounted for as an actual weapon. The tail made a move as though to cast me to the ground, tightening around me and making me gasp; but I hooked my ankle between the Mutant's legs, throwing an arm around his neck, and brought him to the ground with me.

We fell in a confusing heap together, the Mutants' surprisingly strong tail secure around my waist, making it difficult to breathe. Luckily my wrestler's move got me the upper hand, and I straddled his waist and attempted to throw a punch before he could throw me off, but he caught my wrist and threw me aside.

We both shot up, me reaching clumsily to regain the upper hand, but that damn tail forced me back down, as though it operated separately from the Mutant, and he was on me in a second. We grappled a moment as he straddled my waist and the tail unwound itself from my abdomen, allowing me to breathe. I fought harder, struggling against the Mutant in an awkward kind of two-handed arm wrestling match until my arms gave out and he managed to pin my wrists at either side of my head.

It took me awhile before I finally stopped writhing and cursing, and allowed the Mutant to have his moment to gloat over my defeat.

"To be honest, I was hoping you would do that." The Mutant admitted with a wicked smirk, his lip busted from where I hit him, and the smile flashed a set of strikingly white, straight teeth. I suddenly felt the back of my neck grow hot and my cheeks become inflamed. I don't know if it was because of my natural blush that seems to act up at the worst possible moments, or if it was because of the Mutants' body heat radiating onto me through my clothes. That or my sheer embarrassment at the failed escape attempt…

"Ha, ha," I said humorlessly as I squirmed slightly, trying to find a way out of my current situation but I was out of options. "You've had your fun. Now get off me!" I said through clenched teeth, but the mutant made no move to obey.

"You are strong—for a human." The Mutant observed in a low voice, scrutinizing me as I stared into his pale blue eyes and something about the look told me he suspected something much different.

"Yeah, well," I puffed, breathless from the fight, and I found my own voice had lowered as I took in his countenance up close. His features were just so striking to me. Just his facial structure, his thick hair slightly askew, the scar on his face; that skin, those eyes...

"I guess I'm just…" I continued in almost a whisper as he continued to draw closer. "Special—Like that…" I hadn't even realized that my breathing had deepened, my eyelids lowering, my lips parting as our faces drew closer together.

What the hell am I doing?

I blinked and jerked my shoulders up suddenly hoping to shake him loose and I managed to pull my right leg up against the Mutants chest and I made a move to kick him in the only place where I knew he'd have trouble recovering. But that tailwas far faster than me in my jeans that allowed minimal movement and it whipped tightly around my leg. The tail then jerked my leg out from under the Mutant and I felt the sharp spade of the tail cut right through my jeans. There was a burning pain in my calf and I tried to suppress a cry from leaving my lips; failing miserably.

I cursed again seeing that the Mutants' grip hadn't lessened any. Second escape attempt failed. I resumed my struggling, groaning in utter frustration as the Mutant simply leaned in closer, that smirk still on his face, the smug bastard.

"You have much fight in you." He breathed in my ear. "I like it. But…" He heaved an annoyed sigh, blue eyes twinkling maliciously. "You must see Magneto. Now." The Mutant emphasized, and I knew another escape attempt would not be tolerated.

"Then let me up already." I said through clenched teeth, narrowing my own eyes at him.

"As you wish." The Mutant replied and he hauled me off the ground, twisting both my arms behind my back; But not before leaning in even closer as he said this, to brush his lips against mine, his breath smelling of smoke and cinnamon against my neck. "Perhaps I will see you again." The Mutant murmured in my hair once we were off the ground, his lips lightly touching my ear and I whipped my head away, trying to get away from his smoky scent. "I can hardly wait." I muttered back, trying to convince myself that I was being sarcastic...

Chapter 2 coming up next. Comments are welcome! :D

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