So, all of the charachters in this belong to the x-men apart from Aliana and Dixon. I've been writing it during exam period so the later chapters might be a little stop start but I still hope you like this one, so have fun reading.

Aliana ran as fast as he legs would carry her, pursued but an unknown enemy that was so close she could almost hear his breathing. How she knew it was a he she didn't know but she did know that if whatever it was caught her she would never escape. The corridor she was running down shifted and twisted turning in to a field that ended in a steep cliff, ground swiftly turned in to open air, jagged rocks below her. As if in a cartoon she stood and turned to see her pursuer but dropped before she could see him.

She woke quickly, her breathing coming quickly as the sweat lined her forehead, her pyjama's stuck to her as she rolled over and got out of bed, going to her curtains and pulling them open to find that it was still dark outside. The red light from her clock that was illuminating her room told her that it was only 5 in the morning, earlier than she normally woke up but not too early for some morning training.

Flipping the switch for the light she looked in to her mirror and grimaced at the sight that greeted her. Her hair was matted from an unsettled night's sleep, her fringe stuck to her forehead and her pyjamas were crumpled and sweaty from her dream. The whites of her eyes had turned red, meaning she'd obviously been crying in her sleep again.

She brushed her hair before tying it back, some of the red-brown strands falling around her face and framing her odd eyes, and quickly got dressed before heading out of her room in to her small kitchen, making herself some toast and pulling the orange juice out of the fridge. She had, from birth, had a genetic oddity with her eyes causing one to be a dark brown and one to be almost golden. Holding her hand out behind her a cup flew across the room in to her hand, it was rimmed in metal, the only reason she could do what she had.

She had a special ability that caused her to be labelled as a mutant, a special ability that allowed her to control anything metallic. Her mother had said she was like her father in that respect, not that she could remember him. Apparently her mother ran from him when Aliana were born to save her from him, moving them across the country to California where she could grow up in the sun. Unfortunately her mother hadn't lived to see Aliana's 19th birthday as she had been involved in a car crash that should have killed Aliana as well although she'd been left with a simple scar across her stomach.

Since then she had moved to New York, which, although much wetter than California, offered much more in the way of a future for her.

Pulling on her trainers Aliana headed out the door of her flat and down the stairs, it wasn't the best neighbourhood to live in but it was all she could afford from what her mother had left her. It would hopefully keep her going until she could find a decent job.

She headed out in to the main street, noting the pink glow that signalled the imminent sunrise. Her feet led her without conscious thought towards the park nearby. An early morning run always had the ability to clear her head before another long day of job hunting.

She'd been searching for a job in the city for a good month and yet nothing had come up. The problem emerging where the only think Aliana could do was fight and most martial arts places didn't want a girl to teach, especially when the girl was as young and skinny as she was.

A few hours later Aliana stood outside a small gym, it was her last resort before having to go in to something like waitressing. She'd waitressed before for a brief period and hated every minute of it.

Before she could even walk through the door some guy barged out the doors, hurling abuse at the young man on the desk who was almost in tears, reinforcing her decision to leave and go back the next.

She watched the guy that had barged out until he turned at looked straight back at her.

"And what do you think you're looking at?" He yelled at her, walking back towards her making a few people turn to look. Aliana seemed to have an unnatural talent for trouble.

"You, and you're seamless stream of abusive language," She said, before even thinking about it, she had never had a filter between her brain and her mouth.

"Oh really kid?" He asked walking over to her, "I don't think a mutant like you has a right to talk smart ass at me."

"If you're referring to my eyes, it's known as heterochromia, and if you'd stayed in school you'd know how to speak English without sounding like a moron," Aliana replied before adding, "good luck in life with that attitude," and walking off, leaving the guy looking stunned for a moment before he followed her.

"What's your name?" The guy asked as he followed Aliana along the road, drawing level with her.

"Like I'd tell you, New Yorkers are so weird," Aliana replied before turning a corner, the guy reached forwards and caught her by the arm, revoking an immediate response. She twisted, spun and ducked down all at the same time, sending the guy over her head and on to the floor, "leave me alone," she added before walking off again.

Later that day Aliana sat on a bus that was heading back in to town, having headed out for a change of scenery. Turning a corner in to a quieter road the bus stopped quickly, throwing Aliana in to the seat in front of her, her outstretched arms the only thing stopping her from hitting the metal bar at the top of the seat. She pushed herself up and sat up slowly, watching as a few of the teenagers that had been sitting up the back stood up and headed forwards, their focus entirely on something in front of the bus.

As she watched them, the entire front of the bus was ripped away, a few screams following from the people around her. Leaning forwards she watched a man with what looked like a red metal helmet thing on his head.

One of the group of teenagers were going along the bus, making sure people who could get away were moving, and helping those who were injured. Aliana saw it all as if time had slowed down completely until the guy touched her shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He asked, looking at her carefully.

"Yeah, what's going on, is that guy a mutant?" Aliana asked as she looked at him, glancing at the guy in front of the bus.

"Yes but that's not for you to worry about, you have to go," He said, pulling her up and almost pushing along with the others.

"I can help," She said, turning to him. At this close a distance she could see he was older than she'd originally thought, maybe in his mid-twenties.

"I don't think you can, except by leaving," He said, looking at her and trying to push her away. As he did Aliana spotted a car flying towards them and, as always acting before thinking, she pushed the guy out the way and stopped the car mid-flight causing everyone to turn and stare at the random girl.

She let go of the car and it dropped safely to an empty part of the road, only just noticing that she'd gotten the attention of the guy in the helmet who, when she met his gaze, looked almost scared.

"Don't think this is over," he said to one of them before looking at Aliana again before leaving.