I know that I haven't put anything even slightly resembling X-men evolution, but I felt that I need to give them more of a background before I introduced the X-men. But don't fool your selves, they won't be appearing in my story for a good while. But, I promise you they WILL appear. So please be patient and enjoy. Also, this part of the story is told through the eyes of Gabby.
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men Evolution
"Really?" I asked, "They turned silver?" Both Becky and I stood in my mother's bathroom, staring at my reflection. I had turned up the radio in the bathroom so that it would cover up our conversation. Creed's 'Higher' was being belted from the speakers. I stared at my reflection. Nothing had changed from when I first looked into the mirror this morning. My nearly black eyes stared back at me from the black eyeliner I had put on earlier that morning. My pale face was still a creamy white, never gaining a tan. My small nose that was turned up arrogantly at the tip was still there. My pink lips still turned up pleasantly at the corners. Dimples that I despised were still visible in my oval face. Long slightly wavy black hair curled gently around my chin and jaw line. I had it layered, so the longest section was in the middle of my back. Looking as witchy as I could, I had dressed completely in black that day. I glanced in the background of the mirror to see my earnest friend's face hovering over my shoulder. Natural white blond hair was pulled back in a delicate French braid. Bright blue eyes shined eagerly, ready to please. A classic Roman nose separated her eyes and her cupid bow mouth. Her heart-shaped face watched me in the mirror.
"Do ya think I could see them without gettin' in a fight with Shannon?" I asked sarcastically. She shrugged her shoulders.
"Maybe if you remembered what she said, you'll get mad all over again," She said helpfully.
I shrugged my shoulders, saying to myself that it couldn't hurt to try. I closed my eyes for a moment, searching for the anger I had felt earlier that afternoon. I opened my eyes, feeling her horrible words blast away my mind. I looked back in the mirror, my blood boiling. Dark brown eyes lightened to metallic, almost transparent silver. As surprise tuned the anger down, my eyes started to fade back to their dark brown color. I grabbed the emotion, and fueled it with past memories that had upset me. Both the colors battled, but silver won. I smiled, and watched it's full transformation. My pupils were pushed into small slits, almost exactly like a cat's pupil. But unlike what Becky had told me, the silver was invaded by like tendrils of bright red, the color of blood. I smiled, fascinated by the process. I realized with surprise that it was only the second time that I had shown my mutant qualities and already I had almost full control over them. I smiled at Becky in the mirror, and noticed my canines were changing. I felt a dull throbbing as they elongated and hollowed, leaving a dull enamel shell. My eyes teared up as a sharp pain hit my gum like lightning and I felt something fill the hollow in my canine. I watched as a small hole appeared at the end of the tooth, and saw a bright red color drip from them. Blood, I thought, but I was mistaken. I caught a drop of the liquid in the palm of my hand as it fell from the elongated canines to the sink. I yelped as the liquid burned the soft flesh of my hand, and wiped the strong liquid on my black jeans.
"What? What is it?" Becky cried. I held up my palm so that she could see the scarring flesh.
"It's not blood, it's acid. I can inject acid by bitin' someone," I whispered. The flesh burned, and I put it under cold water from the facet to try and dull the pain. I promised myself never to bite anyone unless it was a real emergency. That stuff hurt! I grinned despite the pain. I turned around and faced Becky, showing off my new weapons. She looked me in the eyes and said proudly, "You have an official spot in the hall of fame for freaks." I curtsied regally, and we both giggled. I turned off the radio, and we walked down stairs to inform my family of my new…accessories.
I found my mom, my brother, and my grandmother on our front porch. My little brother was playing with his toy soldiers, pretending to through grenades at them and having the little men blow up. He had my father's brown hair and my mothers blue eyes. His round face was concentrating hard on his game. My grandmother was sitting in a rocking chair, peeling apples for pie later that night. Her old wrinkled face was kind and her blue eyes were strong despite her age. Gray hair was pulled into a bun at the crown of her head. She was sitting in the rocker my father made. He had left a year before to complete a secret operation up in Washington. He used to be one of the president's secret service officers, but retired twelve years before, four years after I was born. They occasionally had meetings that he was sworn to secrecy about, so he couldn't tell us about them. I missed him a lot, but he would be back in a four months. I knew my mom missed him a lot too, maybe more than I did. Her black hair was streaked with little gray hairs, and laugh lines crinkled at the corner of her beautiful blue eyes. Her round face was leaned heavily against the back of her chair. She was almost as pale as I was, but she had gotten a tiny bit of a tan from working in the small garden in the back of our house. She was sitting beside my grandmother, making idle talk about the weather.
"My, but it's cloudin' up fast," grandma said. I looked up at the sky to see dark gray clouds overshadowing the sun.
"Yes it is motha. But our garden sho' does need tha rain," my mother replied in her deep southern accent. I had loved the way she talked when I was younger, and would often repeat what she said. I drove her nuts more than once. Grandma noticed us standing in the doorway, and gave us a warm smile.
"Hello girls. Come, no need to hide inside. It is- or I guess I should say was a beautiful day." Thunder rumbled in the distance, right on cue. Becky and I both sat down on the wooden porch, and watched as the clouds rolled over the darkening landscape. I sat at my mother's feet, and felt her gentle fingers start to play with my black hair. Becky lied on her back, and stared at the various cobwebs and dirt that covered the corners of the porch roof.
"Mother, can I tell you somthin' important?" I asked. I felt her fingers pause for a moment, but her soft voice brought her them back to life.
"Of course. What do ya know?" she said teasingly. I smiled at her tone of voice. She was always in a good mood.
"Well, today I got in a fight with this girl at school." I heard her sigh but her fingers continued, ignoring her disappointment.
"What am I gonna do with you baby girl?" I heard her whisper.
"Wait, I'm not done!" I said insistently. "I got in a fight with a girl at school, and Becky saw my eyes change color and shape. And just now I did it in the bathroom, and my canine teeth changed. They elongated and hollowed. And an acid filled 'em, see?" I said, turning to face her, holding back my lips. She looked at them, putting her finger up and touching the sharp point.
"They won't change back to normal now. They're stuck this way," I said. My mother turned to look at my grandmother.
"Ah knew it was a possibility, but Ah wasn't shor she would git it." My grandmother said, glancing at my snake teeth. I looked at them both, confused.
"What do you mean?" I asked. My mother sighed and placed a soft hand on my head.
"Your grandmother is a mutant, dear. And apparently I passed it to you. She's telekinetic, and has been for a long time." She said. I looked at them, shocked.
"And you never told me?" I asked in disbelief.
"We didn' wanna scare you. Besides, it's hard hidin' the fact that your grandma is a mutant when you got so many friends at school." Grandma said. I looked at Becky, who looked just as surprised as I did.
Lightning streaked down from the dark sky, and rain began to pour down. "Mrs. Angelis, can we see your telekinesis?" she asked quickly. I looked at her, not expecting that. Boy, she accepted that fact quick enough, I thought. I watched Grandma smile and pick up an apple peel. She held it from her body, and let go. It slowly spun in mid-air by itself and then landed it the basket beside her feet. Becky laughed and clapped childishly, but even I found myself smiling. This is one family trait I could get used to…
It's been three months since that fateful day. My dad will be back in a month, and I'm counting the days till I can show him what I can do. After her demonstration, grandma had warned both Becky and I about using our powers. She had set up a few rules, all of which are pretty easy to follow. We can't use our powers in public, meaning school, outings, hanging with friends other than the two of us, and other places that involve strangers. She is also teaching us on how to manage our powers. When she found out that I had lost control when I was angry, she started to teach me how to control my anger. She had warned us that our powers were most dangerous in an extremely emotional situation. Becky and I often practice with them up at our lake. She loves to drench me, even though she claims them an accident. After we were able to control them better, our mother's thought it a good idea that we should get some sort of martial art training. Becky and I just rented some Karate videos. We aren't as good as we probably can be if we had been privately tutored. Personally, I don't think that we'll use them. Nobody outside of our family knows that were mutants. At least I think.
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