OK. Maybe this story will do better than my other one. If not, then well.... I give up, lol. R&R people!! My writing spirit is dying!! Honestly, this idea came out of nowhere. I was watching Buffy last night, and the whole plot around that story seemed to spark an idea in my mind... so, big props to Buffy, lol. Enjoy!
SUMMERY: She was the very first mutant to walk the earth. She was the most powerful mutant to walk the earth. Killed at the tender age of 16 in the 1800's, she has risen from the ashes, breathing, very much alive, and scared to the soul. Will the X-Men revive the old flame in her, or will Magneto take it upon himself to use her in vain? Kurt romance here later on
DISCLAIMER: nope. Not mine. Fairenth IS mine though. Lol, so there.
'A Soul Reborn'
By BlueEyes
(BACK IN 1807)
Witchery.
The word echoed in her mind as she ran for her life. Through the heavily-dense woods, cross the Black Rock Creek, and past the little caves the children played in. She knew her way as if by heart, but her heart was in no condition for use. It was pounding in her chest as she listened to the yells of angry men following her. She jumped a rock, and glanced over her shoulder slightly with her piercing, glowing white eyes. They widened when she saw they were at her, their feet pounding the earth with a vengeance. She swung her deep hair back over her shoulder, and gasped for breath in the heavy night air. How prosperous this night should be, she thought in vain as the cool air whipped past her face. No nights were ever going to be prosperous for her again.
Witchery.
There it was again. That word, that wrenched word that was dragging her down with it's heavy meaning. They all suspected her of witchery, but who wouldn't. She herself even believed she might be damned. She felt things no person should feel, and heard things that no living thing on the people could. Her eyes glowed a flowing white light, and her hair was not one color-but six. No wonder they wanted her dead, she even looked like the Hell's spawn. But she ran anyway. Panic was rising in her vains, and she glanced over her shoulder again. They were closer. Her eyes widened, and before she knew it... her foot hit a slippery rock, and she was down.
The swift footsteps got dangerously close.
Two strong arms grasped her arms, and she screamed for mercy upon the lord. They lifted her to her knees, and the moonlight seemed to only shine on her. She lifted her vivid eyes to the people towering over her, and was shocked to see her father and mother there too, no compassion or pity in their eyes. They all just stared, and finally, the Pastor of the town narrowed his demeaning eyes on her.
"Shall your soul burn in Hell, Fairenth Croix. Off to the river!" he yelled, and she sucked all her breath in, before she let out a scream to be heard around the town. They lifted her up, and dragged her to the deep running river of the town. No one bowed their heads as they drowned the innocent girl, thinking her to be the spawn of the devil, but a few words could be heard echoed from the woods if they had listened hard enough....
"and she shall rise from the ashes..."
(PRESENT DAY, 2002)
Professor X sat under the large willow tree with a look of peace glazing his eyes. The children were at school, the community knew of mutants, and while they didn't like them... at least they knew now, and that brought some ease to the man's soul. He breathed out a heavy sigh, and opened his book to do some research. He could feel something approaching, a large presence with nothing but fear bundled in it. It was distinct, and old, and that was all the Professor could really gather.
But his mind told him whatever it was, it was to be taken seriously.
So he went on what he knew. It was old, so why not look in the history books, see what came of it? He slowly scanned the pages with his mind, picking out odd details here and there. The Professor was halfway through it, when a red light seemed to go on in his head when he came across a picture. It was small, and painted, but it struck a cord in his mind. It was of a young girl, possibly about 17 or younger. She was portrayed as having glowing white eyes, and discolored hair. He slowly turned his eyes to the caption. It read:
Fairenth Ann Croix
Born 1791, death 1807
'First witch to be killed without trial, in Bayville, Mass. Croix was witnessed 'talking to the devil, and making the unnatural happen' or so says the records. She will forever be the first innocent to die without so much as a reason'
He furrowed his eyebrows at the small caption, and he traced her face with his finger lightly. She seemed to staring right through him in the picture, her eyes trying to send some hidden message. He stared straight back, as to ask what she was trying to say. His eyes widened sharply as words whispered past his mind, and the picture on the page seemed to come to live and talk to him. The book shattered the silence of the day, and he stiffened.
"And I shall rise from the ashes...."
Hmmm. Good? At all? Maybe just a bit? Lol, just R&R people, and more will be posted.
SUMMERY: She was the very first mutant to walk the earth. She was the most powerful mutant to walk the earth. Killed at the tender age of 16 in the 1800's, she has risen from the ashes, breathing, very much alive, and scared to the soul. Will the X-Men revive the old flame in her, or will Magneto take it upon himself to use her in vain? Kurt romance here later on
DISCLAIMER: nope. Not mine. Fairenth IS mine though. Lol, so there.
'A Soul Reborn'
By BlueEyes
(BACK IN 1807)
Witchery.
The word echoed in her mind as she ran for her life. Through the heavily-dense woods, cross the Black Rock Creek, and past the little caves the children played in. She knew her way as if by heart, but her heart was in no condition for use. It was pounding in her chest as she listened to the yells of angry men following her. She jumped a rock, and glanced over her shoulder slightly with her piercing, glowing white eyes. They widened when she saw they were at her, their feet pounding the earth with a vengeance. She swung her deep hair back over her shoulder, and gasped for breath in the heavy night air. How prosperous this night should be, she thought in vain as the cool air whipped past her face. No nights were ever going to be prosperous for her again.
Witchery.
There it was again. That word, that wrenched word that was dragging her down with it's heavy meaning. They all suspected her of witchery, but who wouldn't. She herself even believed she might be damned. She felt things no person should feel, and heard things that no living thing on the people could. Her eyes glowed a flowing white light, and her hair was not one color-but six. No wonder they wanted her dead, she even looked like the Hell's spawn. But she ran anyway. Panic was rising in her vains, and she glanced over her shoulder again. They were closer. Her eyes widened, and before she knew it... her foot hit a slippery rock, and she was down.
The swift footsteps got dangerously close.
Two strong arms grasped her arms, and she screamed for mercy upon the lord. They lifted her to her knees, and the moonlight seemed to only shine on her. She lifted her vivid eyes to the people towering over her, and was shocked to see her father and mother there too, no compassion or pity in their eyes. They all just stared, and finally, the Pastor of the town narrowed his demeaning eyes on her.
"Shall your soul burn in Hell, Fairenth Croix. Off to the river!" he yelled, and she sucked all her breath in, before she let out a scream to be heard around the town. They lifted her up, and dragged her to the deep running river of the town. No one bowed their heads as they drowned the innocent girl, thinking her to be the spawn of the devil, but a few words could be heard echoed from the woods if they had listened hard enough....
"and she shall rise from the ashes..."
(PRESENT DAY, 2002)
Professor X sat under the large willow tree with a look of peace glazing his eyes. The children were at school, the community knew of mutants, and while they didn't like them... at least they knew now, and that brought some ease to the man's soul. He breathed out a heavy sigh, and opened his book to do some research. He could feel something approaching, a large presence with nothing but fear bundled in it. It was distinct, and old, and that was all the Professor could really gather.
But his mind told him whatever it was, it was to be taken seriously.
So he went on what he knew. It was old, so why not look in the history books, see what came of it? He slowly scanned the pages with his mind, picking out odd details here and there. The Professor was halfway through it, when a red light seemed to go on in his head when he came across a picture. It was small, and painted, but it struck a cord in his mind. It was of a young girl, possibly about 17 or younger. She was portrayed as having glowing white eyes, and discolored hair. He slowly turned his eyes to the caption. It read:
Fairenth Ann Croix
Born 1791, death 1807
'First witch to be killed without trial, in Bayville, Mass. Croix was witnessed 'talking to the devil, and making the unnatural happen' or so says the records. She will forever be the first innocent to die without so much as a reason'
He furrowed his eyebrows at the small caption, and he traced her face with his finger lightly. She seemed to staring right through him in the picture, her eyes trying to send some hidden message. He stared straight back, as to ask what she was trying to say. His eyes widened sharply as words whispered past his mind, and the picture on the page seemed to come to live and talk to him. The book shattered the silence of the day, and he stiffened.
"And I shall rise from the ashes...."
Hmmm. Good? At all? Maybe just a bit? Lol, just R&R people, and more will be posted.