A/N: So before you read this, I want to let you know that this is an OLD original story. I literally found it in an old file on my flash drive. I literally wrote this when I was TWELVE, then edited it when I was probably fourteen, by the looks of the most recent save-date. And now at seventeen, I'm posting it for you all to give me feedback on. All I edited just now was comma usage. So please let me know what you think, and if you want me to post the other nine chapters I found. Happy reading! (And by the way, the REAL title is below. Fanfiction wouldn't let me put the whole thing.)

The Life and Times of Mistique Ann Threen: Code Naturess

It was a normal day at a normal middle school on the normal planet of Earth…you get the idea. The eighth grade lunch bell had rung a few minutes ago, and the eighth graders were eating their lunches. A typical school day. The local buzz was the usual; crushes, grades, report cards coming out the next day; the whole sha-bang. That's what a group of girls with the exception of one boy were talking about.

"So, Liz, what are you getting in Spanish?" a girl of dirty blonde hair asked.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Oh…is it that bad?" another girl with black hair asked.

"C+. My mom's gonna kill me. I'm getting a C+ in Math too…" Liz said.

"That's not that bad! I'm getting a D in Science!" a boy of African-American descent said.

The dirty blonde opened her mouth to speak, but Liz said something before she could.

"And we know you're getting all A's, Misty, so don't rub it in!" she said teasingly.

"Chill! I was just going to ask Mark what he was getting in Mr. Briny's class!"

"Probably an F," the black haired girl snickered.

"Oh, be quiet Ashley. I bet you're failing French, so I wouldn't be talking!" Mark teased her.

Before Ashley could defend herself, there was a deafening crash as all of the tall windows of the cafeteria shattered.

"Crap," Misty whispered to herself and waved her hand underneath the table.

Everybody ducked to avoid getting hit by the shards, but they didn't come. Some kind of force field stopped them before they could hurt anyone. Then a figure flew in and landed on a table, the one where Misty and her friends were sitting. He was dressed in all black, and you could see his bulging muscles through his clothes, as if he'd taken a few too many steroids.

"Oh Naturess, come out come out wherever you are…" he said in a sing-song voice.

Misty tensed, not knowing what to do. I can't become Naturess with everybody here! For so long I've managed to keep my identity a secret, and nobody knows, not even Liz! Should I just play it cool? Oh crap, what am I supposed to do? Some hero I am, she thought. Then, without warning, the masked figure grabbed Misty by the neck and lifted her up.

"I know you're in this crowd, Naturess. I've tracked you down this far, and I am nowhere near giving up. And I know you can't stand seeing someone get hurt, so I suggest you come and save them," he spat.

A teacher had rushed in to see what had caused the crash. She gasped when she saw Misty struggling to break free of the man's grasp. She ran back into the women teacher's lounge.

"Mrs. Pripen! Call 911! There's someone in there threatening one of the students!"

Mrs. Pripen fumbled with the phone while dialing 911 as fast as her fingers would let her.

Meanwhile, Misty was trying to breathe. All of the eighth grade student body was holding their breaths along with her without realizing it. The figure tightened his grasp.

"As you think about revealing your identity, your friend's life runs out…"

Misty couldn't take it anymore; her face was practically purple. All of the students were wondering where their hero was. The hero that had protected their small town one time too many. A hero that had dedicated her life to protect the innocent. The hero that was within Misty.

A shrill scream ran through the students' eardrums and made them tense. A large stream of water shot out of Misty's palm and hit the figure square in the face, causing him to release his hold on her neck as he stumbled backward from the blow. She gasped for a much-needed breath of sweet air and rubbed her neck after landing on the table.

"What in the world…?" the figure gasped, and then realized what had just happened. "It's you! You're Naturess! Not who I had pinpointed, but close enough!" The figure rushed toward Misty, ready to deliver a kick. Misty, now with lungs full of air, easily dodged his attack. Then a wind surrounded her, lifting her in the air. Blue, silver, red, green, and gold swirls encased it.

Misty had become Naturess. She had a brown leather skirt and tang top that only had one strap. Her hair had turned blonde and flowed in length, and she was barefoot.

Naturess's eyes flickered green as she held her hand out above the ground, and then formed a fist. The tiles moved, and rock came up from the ground, hurtling towards the figure as Naturess waved her hand to him. He didn't dodge it as easily. It hit his arm with a deafening "Thwack!", and he crippled over in pain. Then with eyes of hatred, he ran so fast the human eye could only see a blur. The figure laid blows until Naturess hit the ground. She leaped back up with amazing agility, and her eyes turned blue as she did a succession of hand movements. The water fountain from the corner of the cafeteria burst open, and a stream of clear, cold water smashed into the figure, knocking him against the wall. When Naturess's eyes turned silver, a jet of air kept the figure against the wall. Naturess avoided using her powers over fire so she wouldn't make the school burst into flames.

The fight went on like this until both were exhausted. Naturess used her air power to finally pick the figure up and hurtle him into the sky, until all you could see was a black dot. Why didn't I think of that sooner?, she thought to herself, feeling weak. Naturess managed to clear all of the debris to a corner of the cafeteria before she was surrounded by the colors of the elements, and was Mistique Ann Threen again. As she landed on the ground on her feet, the force field flickered away, and Misty collapsed to the ground; her last memory being the sound of ambulances, police cars, and pairs of feet running towards her.