Title: Want to Fight
Rating: PG-13 (for safety)
Series: Movie-verse
Summary: The X-Men encounter a very unusual mutant, one they see as far too young for the power she's been given. But what is youth? And who says "children" can't have beliefs as strong as, say, Magneto?
Chapter One: Venturing to Trust Someone
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She knew how mob mentality worked. She knew that by the third shout, all her hope was gone. 'Powers, use your powers!' she told herself, but she couldn't. Her powers were not as finely tuned as she would have liked, and to use them now was practically suicide.
She ran on, feet pounding through the mud, water beating down from the sky. A drop fell to her hand and she screamed in pain but kept on going.
'The junior high school,' she thought, 'a million places to hide.' But the idea alone frightened her. Hiding? No. She would have to lose the mob, one way or another. The mob was shouting dirty names at her, waving torches and pitchforks. 'Just like medieval days,' she thought cynically. 'My, how they've evolved!'
The rain was picking up, wind blasting her backwards, but she fought hard against it. Just as she was approaching the public junior high school, a red brick building, her foot caught under a root, and she stumbled. She bit her lip to keep from shouting as she felt the bones try to pull apart; luckily the bones failed, but the ankle was hurt.
'No, I have to keep going, I will not die here tonight,' she told herself. The rain assaulted her vision, and she tumbled. This was it, the end. She hugged the ragged bear close to her chest, closed her eyes tight, and prepared for a lot of pain.
No pain came, just a very cold feeling, and a flash of red through her eyelids. When she dared to look around, the mob had gone. Two people stood nearby, a man and a woman, similarly dressed entirely in black. The man was watching the last of the mob disperse, but the woman was gazing right at her.
"P-please," she stammered, "don't hurt me."
"We don't want to hurt you," the woman said gently, and the girl almost believed her. The woman extended her hand. Considering her options, the girl realized that she would be dead before the week was out living on the streets. Venturing to trust someone, the girl stood, but did not take the woman's hand.
With both the man and the woman looking at her, the girl felt out of place. She hugged the bear closer, one well-chewed ear slipping into her mouth as a familiar comfort. The looks she knew she was getting said she was too old for that sort of thing, but she didn't care, she didn't feel old or big.
She felt small. And weak. And hunted.
Rating: PG-13 (for safety)
Series: Movie-verse
Summary: The X-Men encounter a very unusual mutant, one they see as far too young for the power she's been given. But what is youth? And who says "children" can't have beliefs as strong as, say, Magneto?
Chapter One: Venturing to Trust Someone
*****
She knew how mob mentality worked. She knew that by the third shout, all her hope was gone. 'Powers, use your powers!' she told herself, but she couldn't. Her powers were not as finely tuned as she would have liked, and to use them now was practically suicide.
She ran on, feet pounding through the mud, water beating down from the sky. A drop fell to her hand and she screamed in pain but kept on going.
'The junior high school,' she thought, 'a million places to hide.' But the idea alone frightened her. Hiding? No. She would have to lose the mob, one way or another. The mob was shouting dirty names at her, waving torches and pitchforks. 'Just like medieval days,' she thought cynically. 'My, how they've evolved!'
The rain was picking up, wind blasting her backwards, but she fought hard against it. Just as she was approaching the public junior high school, a red brick building, her foot caught under a root, and she stumbled. She bit her lip to keep from shouting as she felt the bones try to pull apart; luckily the bones failed, but the ankle was hurt.
'No, I have to keep going, I will not die here tonight,' she told herself. The rain assaulted her vision, and she tumbled. This was it, the end. She hugged the ragged bear close to her chest, closed her eyes tight, and prepared for a lot of pain.
No pain came, just a very cold feeling, and a flash of red through her eyelids. When she dared to look around, the mob had gone. Two people stood nearby, a man and a woman, similarly dressed entirely in black. The man was watching the last of the mob disperse, but the woman was gazing right at her.
"P-please," she stammered, "don't hurt me."
"We don't want to hurt you," the woman said gently, and the girl almost believed her. The woman extended her hand. Considering her options, the girl realized that she would be dead before the week was out living on the streets. Venturing to trust someone, the girl stood, but did not take the woman's hand.
With both the man and the woman looking at her, the girl felt out of place. She hugged the bear closer, one well-chewed ear slipping into her mouth as a familiar comfort. The looks she knew she was getting said she was too old for that sort of thing, but she didn't care, she didn't feel old or big.
She felt small. And weak. And hunted.