Twilight Evolution
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X Men: Evolution
A/N: So I've decided to keep this story –and yes, I will be continuing it after all. Why? Because so many people have asked me to continue this.
Unfortunately, I'm currently on Hiatus and reworking/revising all my stories, and this one is no exception. So, please be patient with me! I will do my best to get everything up and start updating as regularly as possible again! (which will, hopefully, be more than my past records shows… D=)
Just so you all know this *points down* is a summary and background to give you some information. So there:
Years and years ago, Logan, age 24, was turned into a mutant by the government, and was separated from his only remaining family -his younger sister- Isabella. Of course, at that time, Bells was human, and as a child, she no longer had any recollection of the incident -as if it were completely locked away in her mind (Cuz we all know you can't really forget something unless you lose your brain cells).
So, Logan was locked in the facility, and young Bella lived her life normally for a time -before something happened- as after being seen last at New York's Central Institute for Higher Learning, her name disappeared from the records forever...
Now, Years later, Logan is part of the X Men, known as Wolverine, and just plain Logan, no last name, nothing; and Bella is believed to be dead and gone.
And in Forks, Washington, a signal has been received by Cerebrum of a mutant power that had been able to be avoided for so many years. A girl of 16 years of age has been detected, and Professor Charles Xavier has made it a mission for the X men to recruit this new, and powerful, though her powers are believed to be dormant, mutant, before their misguided enemy, Magneto, got to her.
But there is a great surprise in store for them.
A great surprise indeed…
A/N: Oh, yeah (almost forgot).
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or X Men, just the idea for this Fic -and OCs, if there are any...
Ok, that's it! Enjoy!
KEY/LEGEND:
Character Name – POV changes
Name of Place – Place/Scene change
"Talking" – this should be quite obvious, I think.
Thinking – this should be obvious as well.
'Mental Speech' – you know, telepathy or mind-to-mind speech
{Me talking -don't worry I'll do that bold "J:" then the words, but I doubt I'll need to use this, but just in case...}
Prologue
The Past
Soft, silken brown curls that fell to the shoulder blades, beautiful grey eyes framed by soft brown lashes, and peach-white skin soft as the silkiest satin.
Isabella Falina Kamaria was just that type of girl; the type already estranged by her bewitching beauty, she appears as a porcelain ice queen that none dare deny. And her life was about to change.
Forever...
Chapter One
Forks
Edward sighed, he was feeling depressed again. Why couldn't he find the One, just as the others had? He was the only one in the Coven who hadn't, and it was starting to get to him. A giggle -Alice and Jasper, no doubt- he stood, making a frustrated noise, "I'm going to hunt, guys," he called out, speeding out of the house before he heard any more of their thoughts.
He just had to get away...
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A man cursed, slamming his fist into the table. It was too dark to see him clearly, and he wanted to try the search again, but knew he was running out of time as red alarm bells went off. He had no time left, he had to leave.
He would just have to search for the girl himself.
The intruder silently let himself out of the room, leaving no trace of his existence to be found when the confused security guards reached the scene...
Bella sighed, as she looked up at the big craft that would be taking her to Forks, Washington, "I'll miss you mom," she said, smiling just a tad sadly, she was moving from Phoenix to quaint little Forks, Washington so that her mother could have time alone with her new husband, Phil.
Had she actually said that she was getting in the way of their love life? No, but Bella still felt like she was -oh, Phil was a great guy, and all, and that was why she even trusted her mother alone with him, but even though they always included her no matter how much she told them they should have some alone time, they just wouldn't, saying that there would be no point if they didn't do it as a family -until finally, she decided to move in with Charlie, her birth-father, in Forks.
"Oh, honey, I'll miss you too!" her mother hugged her tightly, one which Bella returned quite willingly, "Call me when you get to Forks, ok?" she said, sniffing, as she wiped away a tear.
Bella forced a smile, "Of course, mom! I'll call you as soon as I get off!" she said, smiling brightly, even though, on the inside, she felt as if her heart was cracking, and breaking into two.
"Every day, Bella, promise?" she asked.
Bella sighed, "Not everyday-" her mother looked sad, "-Just whenever I have time, but I promise I'll contact you somehow as much as I can," she added reassuringly -her mother looked just a bit less sad.
"Take care of her, Phil," she murmured to her mother's boyfriend.
"Will do kiddo," he said, hugging her warmly, before letting her hug her mother one last time before she had to board the plane...
The flight to Forks was dull, as she spent more time dozing –asleep- than awake...
And four hours later, the plane landed.
Bella sighed in relief as it did, sending a mental thank you to whoever was in charge.
Finally! Now, to find Char-err, Dad...
Bella
Charlie was waiting for me with the cruiser. Something, I was already expecting. After all, Charlie was Police Chief Swan to the good folks of Forks. One of my primary motivations behind buying a car, despite the scarcity of my funds. I refuse to be driven around town in a car with red and blue lights on top.
Nothing slows down traffic like a cop.
Charlie gave me an awkward one-arm hug when I finally got out of the Airport.
"Good to see you, Bells," he said, smiling as he automatically caught me from the fall I was about to take, tripping on the little edge between concrete and gravel. "You haven't changed much," he chuckled, smiling, "How's Renee?"
"Mom's fine -It's good to see you too, Dad," I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie to his face.
I only had a few bags, as most of my Arizona clothes were too permeable for Washington. My mom and I had pooled our resources to supplement my Winter Wardrobe, but it was still scanty -and it all fit easily into the trunk of the cruiser.
"So, uh, good flight?" he asked, as we got into the car.
"Uhm, yeah, I suppose," Actually, it was kind of boring, thank you. "You... You didn't have to wait long did you?"
Charlie shrugged, shifting the gear, "Nah, not really," he said, as we backed out of the space.
"Oh, that's good," I murmured, relieved that he hadn't gotten here an hour early just in case...
Unless he was lying.
We sat in silence for a while, the silence getting more, and more awkward by the second until Charlie blurted, "I, uh, found a good car for you, really cheap," he announced, when the silence got a bit much to handle.
"What kind of car...?" I asked, suspicious as I was about the way he'd said 'a good car for you' as opposed to just 'a good car'.
"Well, it's a truck really," he admitted, "A Chevy."
"Where'd you find it?" Now I was really curious, a truck?
Charlie seemed to relax a little, "Do you remember Billy Black from down at La Push?"
"No," La Push was the small Indian reservation on the coast.
"He used to go fishing with us during the summer?" he prompted.
Well, that would certainly explain why I didn't remember him -I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory, after all, and fishing? Fishing was one of them.
"He's in a wheelchair now," Charlie continued when I didn't respond, "and he can't drive anymore, so he offered to sell me his truck, cheap."
"What year is it?" I asked, and immediately, I could tell he had been hoping I wouldn't ask this question.
"Well, Billy's done a lot of work on the engine -only a few years, really," he said, as if to reassure me.
…I do hope he didn't really think so little of me as to believe I would give up so easily, "When'd he buy it?"
"He bought it in 1984… I think."
"New?" I asked.
"Well... no, I think it was new in the early sixties -or late fifties at earliest," he admitted sheepishly.
"Ch- Dad," I paused, "I don't really know anything about cars. I wouldn't be able to fix it if anything went wrong, and I couldn't afford a mechanic...!"
"Really, Bella, the thing runs great! They really don't build them like that anymore."
The Thing, I thought to myself...
It had possibilities -as a nickname at the very least.
"How cheap is cheap?" I asked suspiciously, after all, that was the one part I couldn't compromise on.
"Well, hon, I kind of... already bought it for you -as a homecoming gift," he said, peeking at me sideways with a hopeful expression –I don't think he realized I saw it. But in any case…
Wow, Free.
"You didn't need to do that, Dad," I protested, "I was going to buy myself a car."
"I don't mind, really," he said, looking ahead with his eyes on the road as he spoke, "I want you to be happy here."
Charlie wasn't comfortable with expressing his emotions out loud. And I inherited this from him, so I was looking straight ahead as well, as I responded.
"That's really nice of you, Dad," I said, "Thanks, I really appreciate it," I told him.
No need to add that my being happy in Forks was just about impossible -he didn't need to be unhappy with me, after all.
Plus, I could never look a free truck in the mouth -or rather, the engine.
"You're welcome," he mumbled, clearly embarrassed by my thanks.
We exchanged a few more comments on the weather -which was wet (obviously humid)- and that was pretty much it for the conversation.
We stared out the windows in silence after that. And it was beautiful, of course -I couldn't deny that. Everything was green: the trees, their trunks -which were covered in moss- their branches –with a full canopy hanging off it- and the ground which was covered with ferns.
Even the air filtered down greenly through the leaves.
It was just too green -an alien planet, almost. A little strange, but fascinating at the same time...
Xavier's Institute for Higher Learning {Also known as the X Men HQ}
Westchester County, New York
Professor Charles Xavier's wheelchair whirred quietly into the room, "Good Morning Jean," he said in passing, "Logan, Scott, Kitty," he nodded, greeting the people he saw in the room as he passed.
Just then a blue demon-like mutant with a tail flashed into the room, "Good Morning Kurt," he greeted, unfazed as he continued to roll over to the space without a chair.
"Good Morning, Professor," Kurt said politely, though his accent showed through, "It is a very good day, today, is it not?"
Charles smiled, "Yes Kurt, it's a very nice day outside," he said, before seeing someone else, "Ah, Storm, good morning," he said, as the dark skinned, silver haired woman walked in.
"Good morning, Professor, Beast," she said, as a large blue Beast wearing glasses walked in.
"Good Morning everyone," the furry blue man greeted politely.
"Morning."
"Hey."
"Mornin'," Spike walked into the room, snagging an apple from the table, and bit into it, "Where is everyone?" he asked, putting his books down on the table.
"Here!" called Jamie, appearing in front of him, causing him to move back, almost dropping his half-eaten apple.
"No, here!" called a boy who looked exactly like him, popping up from behind him.
"Whoa! Call your clones off, man! It's too early in the morning!" exclaimed Bobby, the Ice Man, as he paused for a second walked in, "Morning, guys," he greeted, passing his hand over a line of cups already filled with juice, causing cubes of ice to fall into each cup, "What's for breakfast?"
"Ugh, it's so loud in here," Rogue, another mutant, covered her yawn, her southern accent showing through a bit, "Mornin' ev'rybody," she said, grabbing a piece of toast as it popped out of the toaster.
"Morning, Rogue," both Kitty and Kurt greeted at the same time before glaring at each other.
"Hey, what's all the noise?" Sam Gurthie –possibly the tallest of the group- asked, knocking into the top of the doorway as he walked in, effectively causing him to fall backwards, "Oof," he muttered, landing on his backside as he rubbed his aching forehead. At least the wall wasn't broken.
Charles smiled, it just another morning at the institute…
"Alright everyone, eat quickly, you have to get to school on time, after all," he chided, as they were all just doing their own thing. He would later scold himself for reminding them so abruptly due to what came next.
"SCHOOL?!" they all exclaimed at once, causing the 'peace' of the morning to go into chaos as they all scrambled for their own things, eating quickly as they did. Charles winced at the volume.
Glass shattered somewhere, and a quick "Sorry!" came from the mix -most likely Sam- before the kitchen emptied, and only the adults were left.
Logan winced as well, "Did you really have to do that?" he muttered, absently rubbing an ear as he did.
Bella
Eventually, we arrived in front of the house, and we got out of the car. I hopped out nimbly, glad, for one, that I had not tripped over my own two feet -right as I stumbled over the sidewalk.
Whoops. Perhaps I'd spoken too soon...
Luckily, though, I was able to catch myself before I actually fell and hurt myself.
I looked up at the house. Charlie still lived in the same small, two-bedroom house that he'd bought with my mother in the early days of their marriage (those were really the only kind of days their marriage had -the early days).
And there, parked on the street in front of the house that never changed, was my new -well, not really new, but new for me- truck.
It was a faded red color, with big, rounded fenders and a bulbous cab -and to my immense surprise; I loved it.
I didn't know if it would run, but I could definitely see myself in it.
Plus, it had one of those solid iron affairs that would never get damaged -the kind you see at the scene of the accident, with its paint unscratched, yet surrounded by pieces of the foreign car it had destroyed.
"Wow, Dad," I breathed, "I love it! Thanks!" I would've squealed if it were in me, but luckily, I was able to suppress it.
Now my horrific day tomorrow would be that much less dreadful, and I wouldn't be faced with the choice of having to either walk the two miles to school in the rain or accepting a ride in the Chief's cruiser.
"Glad you like it," Charlie said gruffly, looking embarrassed -again.
It took only one trip to get all my stuff upstairs. I had the west bedroom that faced out over the front yard.
The room was familiar -it had belonged to me since birth.
The wooden floor, the baby blue walls, the peaked ceiling, and the pale, yellow lace curtains around the window -these were all a part of my childhood.
The only changes Charlie had ever made was -thankfully- switching the crib for a bed, and adding a desk as I grew.
The desk now held a second hand computer, with a phone line for the modem stapled along the floor to the nearest phone jack. This had been a stipulation from my mother, so that we could get in touch easily.
The rocking chair from my baby days was still in the corner, too.
Unfortunately, there was only one small bathroom at the top of the stairs which I would have to share with Charlie -I tried not to dwell too much on that fact...
And of course, speaking of Charlie, one of the best things about him is that he doesn't hover.
He left me alone to unpack and get settled -a feat which would have been impossible for my mother.
It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased -a relief to be able to stare dejectedly out of the window at the sheeting rain as it began, and just let a few tears escape.
I really wasn't in the mood to go on a real crying jag -I would save that for bedtime, when I would have to think about the coming morning...
Forks High School had a frightening total of only three hundred and fifty seven -soon to be fifty eight- students. There had been more than seven hundred people in my junior class alone back home.
All the kids here had grown up together -and their grandparents had been toddlers together. I would be the new girl from the big city.
A curiosity; a freak.
Maybe, if I looked like a girl from Phoenix should, I could have worked this to my advantage -but physically? I'd never been fit anywhere.
I should be tan, sporty, blonde -a volleyball player perhaps, or a cheerleader- all the things that go with living under the sun. Instead, I was ivory skinned without even the excuse of red hair or blue eyes despite the constant sunshine; I had always been slender -but soft, somehow- obviously not an athlete.
I didn't even have the necessary hand-eye coordination to play sports without humiliating myself -and harming both myself, and anyone else who stood too close.
As if my body was rejecting me...
When I finished putting my clothes in the old oak dresser, I took my bag of toiletries and went to the communal bathroom to clean myself up after the day of travel.
I looked at my face in the mirror as I brushed through my tangled, damp hair.
And, maybe it was just the light but, already, I looked sallower, unhealthy almost.
My skin could be pretty -very clear, and almost translucent looking- but it all depended on color.
I had no color here.
And, facing my pallid reflection in the mirror, I was forced to admit that I was lying to myself.
It wasn't just physically that I'd never fit in; after all, if I couldn't find a niche in a school full with three thousand people...
What were my chances here?
I don't relate well to people my age, never have.
Though maybe the truth was that I didn't relate well to people period.
Even my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet was never in harmony with me -never exactly on the same page.
Sometimes, I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs.
Maybe there was a glitch with my brain. But the cause didn't matter; all that mattered now was the effect.
And tomorrow? Tomorrow would just be the beginning...