Hey y'all!! This is my first X Men: Evolution Fic, so give me a break,
okay?
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SilverCat
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A flash of smoke wisped in the air beside the stream, as a boy appeared.
But this boy was like no other.
He was a mutant.
He looked in to the water, seeing his blue reflection staring back at him.
"I'm a demon," he whispered, his German accent clear. "Vhat zid zey ever see in ve?"
His eyes glistened with unshed tears, as he studied himself.
His dark blue hair had changed several times in the past, each time getting darker.
His two fingers and his thumbs limited the normal things he could do, and added on to the unusual.
His two toed feet were idea for climbing, and gave him a cat like grace.
And his spade-pointed tail helped him in many things.
"Vhy can't I ve normal?" he asked the sky, bowing his head and pulling his knees to his chest.
"Because your one of us," a voice whispered behind him. He snapped up to look, only to see a girl and a boy standing in the shadows.
"Vho are you?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. "And vho is us?"
"Us is mutants, Bleu Diablo," the boy smiled, flashing his white teeth. "And we want you to join us." He made little gestures, as if speaking to a two year old.
Then again, he was only off by 6 years.
"Vhat do zou vant me to join?" he asked, blinking; the tears still had not stopped.
"You have no choice," the girl stated, stepping out of the shadows; she was clad in a dark silver jumpsuit and a silver mask with a black belt and some sort of triangles as a head dress. "You either join us or die."
"I zink I'd rather zie," he whispered, hiding his head in his knees. "It's not like I'll ve missed..."
"Then join us Bleu Diablo," the boy stepped out a bit; he was wearing raggedy brown clothes and a black bandana around his flaming red hair and gloves with the middle finger of each cut out. "Save us the time of killing you."
He stood up and walked up to the girl; he pulled a shining silver knife from a band on his wrist.
"Vere," he said, pushing the knife into the girl's hands. "Do it."
The girl looked at him, and then he noticed her belt move and unravel...
It wasn't a belt...
It was a tail.
He was marveled at it for a second, watching it come out from around her waist and loop once down at her feat and meet in the back again.
Suddenly, it was around his neck.
Instinctively, his hands flew up and pulled on her tail, making him breathe if only a little easier.
What happened next no one expected...
He laughed.
Her eyes opened wide, and she dropped him suddenly, clutching her head.
"What's wrong petite chat?" the boy asked, instantaneously at her side.
"Nothing," she shrugged him off and stood up, looking at the boy. "Kurt Wagner?"
He was surprised; how had she known who he was?
"Vow zid you know?" he asked, stepping back a little; she ignored his question.
"Now I know why Magneto said that you were to either join or be killed..." she looked down, her mask hiding her emotions perfectly.
"Vho iz Magneto?" Kurt asked, looking at the two. "Vhy does he vant me zead?"
"Long story enfant," the boy said; he took the knife from the girls hand and started towards him. "And you won't be here to hear it."
"No," once again, her tail lashed out; this time fastening around his waist and lifting him off the ground. "He lives."
"What!?!" the boy yelled at her. "We have a job to do!"
"I connected with him Gambit," she hissed, gently placing him on the ground; she turned to him. "Kurt, promise me that you'll not try to do anything like this unless the people you love most hate you."
"Virst you try to vill me and now zour giving me advice?" he looked comically at the girl. "Ztrange."
"My name is SilverCat, and I will always look out for you," she whispered, stepping a little closer to him. "But you must promise me that."
"I promise," he said; he watched her smile, and noticed her two sharp fangs. "Vhat are zose vor?"
"These?" she blinked, and then smirked. "They're so that I can drink peoples' blood."
"Drink zeir blood?" he gulped, and quickly decided that he was going to like her no matter what. "I zink that zou zhould ve called Vampire, not zilverkat."
"I'll think about it," she smiled again.
"Oh great," the boy said. "Enough with the romance business. We have to go before Magneto finds out that we -or should I say you- refused to do what he said."
She nodded, and they both turned to the shadows and disappeared...
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His eyes snapped open, and looked up at the wooden roof.
It had been a long time since he had even thought of her...
Was she still looking out for him?
Smiling, he looked over at the clock; it flashed 4:32.
He had tons of time before school.
Pushing back the blankets, he waked to the door to the hall, not even bothering to slip something on over his midnight blue boxers; it was four thirty in the morning, like anyone else would care.
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SilverCat
-
A flash of smoke wisped in the air beside the stream, as a boy appeared.
But this boy was like no other.
He was a mutant.
He looked in to the water, seeing his blue reflection staring back at him.
"I'm a demon," he whispered, his German accent clear. "Vhat zid zey ever see in ve?"
His eyes glistened with unshed tears, as he studied himself.
His dark blue hair had changed several times in the past, each time getting darker.
His two fingers and his thumbs limited the normal things he could do, and added on to the unusual.
His two toed feet were idea for climbing, and gave him a cat like grace.
And his spade-pointed tail helped him in many things.
"Vhy can't I ve normal?" he asked the sky, bowing his head and pulling his knees to his chest.
"Because your one of us," a voice whispered behind him. He snapped up to look, only to see a girl and a boy standing in the shadows.
"Vho are you?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. "And vho is us?"
"Us is mutants, Bleu Diablo," the boy smiled, flashing his white teeth. "And we want you to join us." He made little gestures, as if speaking to a two year old.
Then again, he was only off by 6 years.
"Vhat do zou vant me to join?" he asked, blinking; the tears still had not stopped.
"You have no choice," the girl stated, stepping out of the shadows; she was clad in a dark silver jumpsuit and a silver mask with a black belt and some sort of triangles as a head dress. "You either join us or die."
"I zink I'd rather zie," he whispered, hiding his head in his knees. "It's not like I'll ve missed..."
"Then join us Bleu Diablo," the boy stepped out a bit; he was wearing raggedy brown clothes and a black bandana around his flaming red hair and gloves with the middle finger of each cut out. "Save us the time of killing you."
He stood up and walked up to the girl; he pulled a shining silver knife from a band on his wrist.
"Vere," he said, pushing the knife into the girl's hands. "Do it."
The girl looked at him, and then he noticed her belt move and unravel...
It wasn't a belt...
It was a tail.
He was marveled at it for a second, watching it come out from around her waist and loop once down at her feat and meet in the back again.
Suddenly, it was around his neck.
Instinctively, his hands flew up and pulled on her tail, making him breathe if only a little easier.
What happened next no one expected...
He laughed.
Her eyes opened wide, and she dropped him suddenly, clutching her head.
"What's wrong petite chat?" the boy asked, instantaneously at her side.
"Nothing," she shrugged him off and stood up, looking at the boy. "Kurt Wagner?"
He was surprised; how had she known who he was?
"Vow zid you know?" he asked, stepping back a little; she ignored his question.
"Now I know why Magneto said that you were to either join or be killed..." she looked down, her mask hiding her emotions perfectly.
"Vho iz Magneto?" Kurt asked, looking at the two. "Vhy does he vant me zead?"
"Long story enfant," the boy said; he took the knife from the girls hand and started towards him. "And you won't be here to hear it."
"No," once again, her tail lashed out; this time fastening around his waist and lifting him off the ground. "He lives."
"What!?!" the boy yelled at her. "We have a job to do!"
"I connected with him Gambit," she hissed, gently placing him on the ground; she turned to him. "Kurt, promise me that you'll not try to do anything like this unless the people you love most hate you."
"Virst you try to vill me and now zour giving me advice?" he looked comically at the girl. "Ztrange."
"My name is SilverCat, and I will always look out for you," she whispered, stepping a little closer to him. "But you must promise me that."
"I promise," he said; he watched her smile, and noticed her two sharp fangs. "Vhat are zose vor?"
"These?" she blinked, and then smirked. "They're so that I can drink peoples' blood."
"Drink zeir blood?" he gulped, and quickly decided that he was going to like her no matter what. "I zink that zou zhould ve called Vampire, not zilverkat."
"I'll think about it," she smiled again.
"Oh great," the boy said. "Enough with the romance business. We have to go before Magneto finds out that we -or should I say you- refused to do what he said."
She nodded, and they both turned to the shadows and disappeared...
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His eyes snapped open, and looked up at the wooden roof.
It had been a long time since he had even thought of her...
Was she still looking out for him?
Smiling, he looked over at the clock; it flashed 4:32.
He had tons of time before school.
Pushing back the blankets, he waked to the door to the hall, not even bothering to slip something on over his midnight blue boxers; it was four thirty in the morning, like anyone else would care.
