A/N: Woot! Starting another story. I think this is starting to become a bad habit of mine.
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution or it's characters.
"Kaye, shut the door," her father spoke gruffly. "You know better than to leave it open." The young girl looked up from her book. "Yes, Padre," Kaye told him, and went to shut it obediently. As the door closed, she swore she saw a flash of red. Wanting to see it fully, she opened it wide. Her heart hammered. "Padre, there's something out there," she said. She felt him run up behind her, and slam the door shut. "There's nothing out there," he said, staring out the window.
"Hey, Kaye, we're almost there," Scott said, pulling her from her daydream. Kaye gapped at the size of the building. She knew that the place would be big, but not this huge.
Kaye jumped out of the car, and grabbed her bag. As she looked through the window, she noticed a familiar face, and moaned. "Oh for the love of God, he's here?" she whined. "Why did my parents have to send him?" Kurt stared at her curiously, and she waved him off.
She walked up to the door, and could see another face staring through the glass. The girl had black hair, and purple skin. Her black and purple faerie wings gently twitched on her back. "Kaye!" the girl squeeled as she opened the door. She hugged Kaye eagerly. "Ara, you're here too?" Kaye asked the dark skinned girl.
"Yeah. I followed Bansen. He wasn't too happy about it, but he'll get over it," Andra said. "Hi peoples. I'm Amarantha, but call me Ara for short," she said, sticking out her hand for someone to shake. Scott shook her hand first. "Nice to meet you. This is Jean, Kitty, and Kurt. You've already met Kaye, I guess?"
"Met her? Man, I grew up with her."
Kaye nudged Andra, and she blinked. "What?" Kaye shook her head, rolling her eyes. Andra laughed. "Come on Kaye, off with the glamour." Kaye felt a tingling sensation across her skin, and her pale skin turned into an aqua blue. She shook her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders and away from her eyes.
"Hey Kaye, there's this dude named Xavier who woud like to see you. Bansen wouldn't shut up about him, remember?" The girls laughed and joked about themselves, leaving the others behind. She quickly turned to Kaye. "Speaking of which, why didn't you wait for us at school? I had to hotwire Bansen's car, cause he wasn't there, so I fricking decided to take of with it. And he decides, 'oh, it's okay, to, you know, fly, in the middle of the day, in a town filled with humans! He flies into the car, and then he's like 'Why the hell did you take off?' and I'm like 'I left to go find Kaye.' I'm grounded now because of you!"
Her voice eventually drowned out as Kaye walked through the hallways, she noticed more kids arriving, and felt at ease. Andra knocked on a door, and Kaye heard the familiar husky voice call her in. There were two people in the room. One was a blad man in a wheelchair, and Bansen. His emerald green hair and eyes the color of gold gave away his lineage.
"You weren't suppossed to leave a month early, Kaye," Bansen scolded her. "What have you done now?"
"I got a tat," she said. "Fox. Pin strip. Wanna see?"
"No." She stuck out her lower lip in dissapointment. "Act like a lady, missy." Kaye stuck her tongue out at him.
"Hello, Kaye. My name is Charles Xavier, and I welcome you to this mansion. I have heard about your abilities from this here young man," Xavier told her, shaking her hand.
"Young man? He's older than my dad, you should know. He's even older than you, I hope," Kaye said, raising an eyebrow. Xavier chuckled. "Well, anyway. I do hope you find everything you need here, and just call me or Storm if you need anything."
An african woman with white hair seemed to enter on cue. "My name is Ororo, but you may call me Storm." She made a following motion, and Kaye raced after her. "So, I hear you are indeed a faerie? Is that true?" Kaye nodded. "You bet. I just need to earn my wings still," Kaye said. "And I've heard it all, trust me. Where do you think the term 'faerie tales', come from? We actually are the one's who make most of that stuff."
"We are here," Storm said, as she opened a door. The room had one large bed, and two big dressers, with a walk-in closet. "Oh, wow. Is this all mine?" Kaye asked, stunned. The bedroom looked five times the size of her old room, and much nicer. "Yes, it is." Kaye plopped herself on the bed. "This is so cool!" She jumped up, ran over, and immediately hugged the woman. Storm laughed. "I'll leave you to get your homwork done, and get yourself situated. Your stuff had already been brought in and taken care of."
Kaye jumped back on the bed, and snuggled back, burrowing her face in the pillow. She hardly noticed as she felt herself doze of.
"Your not suppossed to be here!" a girl yelled. With hair a fiery red color, and emerald eyes, she looked like a miniature version of Jean. She was engaged in a ferocious battle between a man who seemed twice her size. His brown hair was tied into a ponytail, and golden eyes shone with a bloodthirsty intent. Kaye could see that this man was eager to hurt the little girl.
"Get out of here! Now!" she yelled. Kaye stood there, contemplating whether to listen or to help the girl. "Kain!" Almost on cue, a black haired wolf-boy appeared at her side, defending her from the man's blows. While the wolf-boy named Kain was busy with the man, the girl had run over to her. "You are not ready, so you must leave now! You cannot allow yourself to disappear!" A blinding light appeared from nowhere.
Kaye woke up. It was as though she had been forced awake. Her arm hurt, and looked to see a small bruise on it.
A feather. The feather of an angel's wing.
"Okay, now this is weird," Kaye said to herself.
Oh boy, cliffhanger! Can anyone guess the mysterious girl's name?
