Christmas, Florida a place for odd folks and some nice adults. Right, now it's a hiding underground for me and my brother. I decided to hide in a shady trailer park; those robots had been hot on our trail, since this morning. Right now we had reached the middle of the day, which is hottest part in Florida. The Sun's rays would torch my skin, but it was already too late for that. I stared at the long scorched marks which ran down my left arm. I didn't notice the sun rising during the fight with the robots, now I'm left with this nasty scar.

"Here, I'm back. I brought you some water and rubbing alcohol, for your mark." My brother Ryan spoke as he sat next to me under the tent.

"I told you, it's nothing," I snickered.

"It's something, when it's turning red on your dark skin." We both shared the same African-American descant and had chocolate skin tone. Since, I was 15 and a girl, my features vary compared to my brother. I had short and curly jet black hair, a pair of muddy brown eyes, and pale pink lips. I had a petite body size, but yet it was muscular. I wore a gray pair of Capri and black boots with a black sleeves top.

"Ok," I sighed in defeat, "just put on a little bit of alcohol."

He had a small rag and press up some alcohol; it began to soak into the rag. Ryan came closer and pressed it against the mark. I hissed, as the alcohol buried into my skin. Ryan had a few similar traits like me, since we did share the same skin tone, eye color, and small body size. I was taller than my brother about 3 inches more tall, since I was 5'3.

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! Both our eyes shot outside to the forest. Something was coming and it was close. It was the robots again, they were tracking us. Thanks, to me I could steer them in the wrong directions for awhile.

"Something is here," I whispered.

He nodded. "Yeah, I heard. Do you think it's the robots again?"

"I don't know. But, I'm not going anywhere without a fight." My fangs started to linger down and I turned to my brother. "I'm like any other person, but with power. I'm not leaving my home again without a fight."

He nodded. His eyes turned fully black and I flashed a smile.

"So?"

"We need to go now."

They both exit the tent and were greeted by two medium size purple robots.

"Mutant alert," they repeat in unison.

"Ready?"

My brother transform into his half Crocodile and human form, so he snapped his jaw. As, for me I didn't need any transformation, all I needed were my fangs and the element. That's why I'm called "Vamp" and Ryan is "Croc". Those names are from our mutant power. Ryan had all the sense of a Crocodile and could transform into a Crocodile or mixture of one. Me on the other hand was different. I saw myself as a half Vampire, since I required most of their traits. Sunlight burned my skin, had super speed, strength, and great senses. But, I could also call on Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water and control each of them, which was odd since stories never spoke of that.

I blinked out of my thoughts and back into the fight. I was too busy thinking, that a red beam almost hit me. My fist threw into the palm of the robots and began to scattered into pieces. The robot threw another hand at me but I mange to do a back flip. My attention turns to my brother as he threw a robot into the forest. But, the robot shot back and he charged back at him.

"Must capture Mutants," the robot called out, "they are a threat."

"I'll show you a threat," I mumbled as fire engulfs my hands. I lift the robot to my face and slammed a fist of fire into its face.

WHOOSH! A sound that echoed near to our battle ground, in mere seconds a group of people show up and join in my brother's battle. I counted seven different Mutants had appeared. One a girl with brown hair fought long side with a boy engulf in ice. An African woman who flew into the air bringing lighting to fall unto the ground, a blue animal slamming into the robots with mere feet. A red beam was blasted beside me as I quickly notice that the robot wasn't yet finish, but still moving in front of me.

"Error," it called out before shutting off for good.

A man with shades had shot that beam, and saved my butt. I quickly ran over to help my brother, quickly losing interested in the people helping us. A blue hair man had steel claws running out his bare hand as he sliced the head of the robot off. Who were these people, I thought.

"We are the X-Men," a voice replied in my head.

I turned to witness a woman in all white costume behind me.

"The X-Men?" I questioned out loud.

"Yes, we are here to take you to safety." I glared.

"I'm not going anywhere without my brother and some answers," I hissed.