Ivy The Prodigy

by Tiara Stark

Ivy is born to a family of mutants, without herself knowing it. Left by her family at an early age, she was forced to forget that her family left her and the fact that she is a mutant herself. After a major outburst at home, she packs her bags and left for a special school. Watch as her past, present and future collides when she meets someone she's supposed to forget.

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Flashback

"Uncle James, Uncle James, try and catch me. I'm so fast!" A little girl giggle as she run through the living room. "Hey, sweetheart, slow down." A man, young in looks and built in the body called out as he chased her while chuckling to himself at her antics. Suddenly, the girl fell down and started having a seizure. Her uncle quickly caught up to her and laid her on the couch. "Dammit!" Her uncle cursed.

The lights in the room went off, just as the girl went still. The girl went as pale and cold as ever as memory-like images started to rush over at her. But they weren't memories as it had never happened before. "Hey, hey, stay awake. Stay with me!" Her uncle panics as she lost her consciousness more and more to the realm of her seeings and sights.

Then, the room felt hot, the temperature rose a few notches. Her uncle ran in an inhuman speed to get a bowl of cold water and a towel to cool her down. And merely a few seconds later, both the girl and her uncle were shivering as the temperature in the room turned into -5°C.

"Mon oncle, j'ai peur. Qu'est-ce qui m'arrive?" The girl ask in her native tongue – French. (Uncle, I'm scared. What's happening to me?). The girl was genuinely afraid. For her and her uncle. "Ne t'inquiète pas chérie. Tout ira bien, je te le promets." Her uncle cooed. (Don't worry sweetheart. All will be well, I promise.). He talked to her in French as he knew it would calm her down. It always does.

And seconds later, just like before, the temperature rose. But this time, back to normal. But something had changed. The room had turned damp and moist. And the images flowed harder and more than before, causing her a massive and severe headache. Then the room turned windy. The lamps swayed side to side and it felt like they were in the middle of a terrible storm.

Then, not so delicately, she saw images of her uncle James growing claws out of his knuckles, running with some teens and the girl in her grown up self. There were flashes of an ice wall, then an explosion, then running away and escaping in a highly modified car. But one particular word stuck in her head and rang over and over again – Stryker.