Seriously! I read through this, and I cant believe all the awful spelling in the first chapter. I swear, once I have some spare time on my hands, I'm going to go through the entire story more thoroughly and correct all the faults.
This is my first ever X-Men fanfic, so bear with me! I mainly go by the movies and the cartoons, but I fell in love with the Gambit/Rogue and Wolverine/Storm pairings, so thats in here too. There's a lot of OC's and this is pre-Phoenix, just an FYI. And I don't do accents, but we all know how they sound like. Anyway, I have four chapters ready, so they too will be up shortly, I just have to go through them. I don't have a Beta, so excuse my faults!
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-Via
Chapter one: The runaway
That night it was a particularly cold march night in New York. The orphanage where I lived had yet again lost the gas, and everyone was freezing. But no matter how cold it was, I had to leave the safe sanctuary of the townhouse that had been my home for the 16 years of my life. I was alone in the big room where we slept, I had all my possessions in a worn down shoulder bag, and jumped out the second floor window, into the tree right outside the window. I slid down the tree trunk, and I was out. I was free.
But it was not for my own sake I was leaving. I'd read about mutants in the paper, about how bad and dangerous they were. But they couldn't all be bad, right? I had to believe that. I ran to the end of the street and down to the closest subway station. Thanks to Shaun, I knew how to sneak on without being caught. I didn't have enough money to afford both subway and bus. I smiled as I remembered the first few times he tried to teach me; I got busted every time.
I checked the rout chart and saw that the subway to the main bus station was set to come any minute. I sat down on a bench and waited, while I watched men and women with suitcases and fancy suits apologize to their loved ones over the phone, and telling them that were home soon. I felt my smile from earlier falter, and I stared down at my fingers instead. The cut off knitted gloves I wore didn't help much with the cold, but it helped enough so I didn't freeze my fingers off.
My finger staring was interrupted when the subway made its noisy appearance, and stopped with a screech. I grabbed my bag and walked over to the cart, making sure I was standing next to someone who could pass as my mother or sister. The women I chose was a bit taller then me, and in her early twenties. She had dark auburn hair and a slender figure. She wore jeans and a turtleneck sweater and she had a pair of dark gloves on. The only jewelry she was wearing was a diamond ring on a chain around her neck. But what I noticed most was the white bangs that framed her face. 'How odd, who would want white hair?' I thought.
I stood behind her in my handed down dark jeans, worn out converse, a simple white t-shirt and a thick fleece jacket, with my dark reddish-brown hair in its usual style: big, soft, natural curls, cascading softly down to my lower back. As I walked into the cart behind the woman with the white bangs, I suddenly noticed a musky, woodsy smell. A smell that didn't belong in an underground subway station. I saw the woman had noticed it too; she wrinkled her nose and a frown appeared on her forehead as she took a seat, and I stationed myself next to her. Almost all the other seats were taken, one of them by a woman with a laptop, and next to her sat, whom I assumed to be her daughter, with a sleepy expression. She rubbed her eyes and shook her head in an attempt of staying awake, but all to no use. After ten seconds, the little girl with piglets was asleep, her hands clutching a small teddy bear.
I could not help but smile at the sight, but I noticed that the auburn haired woman had a sad, longing expression. 'Maybe she lost a child or something' I thought to myself as the train closed the doors with a sigh and started moving towards Manhattan. I picked my favorite book out of my bag and opened it where my bookmark lay. I also took the Ipod I had gotten a job at the local garage to pay for, and put on Goo Goo Doll's Iris. I felt melancholic, and that song had so many memories attached to it. I fought back the tear that tried to fall from my eyes, and concentrated on my book instead. I heard the door to the cabin open, close through the drum solo, and looked up. What I saw was not even remotely close to what I would have expected.