Disclaimer; I don't own X Men, this story is my first, I only own the
mutants you don't see in the movies, especially the girl with white and
turquoise hair. Take her and die.
'My life sucks' the girl decided as she walked down the alleyway. Her feet were silent as she walked, her leather jacket and white and turquoise hair giving her the look of a teen looking for trouble, which she wasn't. Her electric green eyes searched the ground for something, anything to take her mind off what had just happened.
Behind her came footsteps, numerous and heavy. The teen wasn't afraid. As long as they didn't have guns she was alright. The footsteps were catching up, and a minuet later a large hand grabbed the teen by her collar and threw her into the brick wall on her left. Three large and ugly men surrounded her, laughing and growling at her.
"Well, lookie what we got here!" said one. He stood slightly closer to her then the others.
"Leave me alone." She replied quietly. I don't wanna have to hurt you. She added silently. The men laughed.
"Oh, Jet! The lady wants us to leave her alone!" chuckled another. Jet, the obvious leader standing closest to Sarah laughed, and flicked out a knife.
"I'm sorry, but we don't feel like leaving anyone alone missy." Jet laughed, also pulling out a blade. The girl sighed and started to walk off again. She got three steps before Jet reached for her again, but like lightning she spun and grabbed his wrist. Twisting it she pulled out her own knife, a foot-long switchblade with a turquoise handle the same color as her hair.
The girl put her knife to Jet's throat, twisting his arm behind his back. The man's black eyes nearly popped out of his head, and his partners gasped. The teen laughed and dropped her blade, lifting the man up into the air with apparently no effort, though he was three times her size. His friends stared in amazement as the man struggled, but the girl only held on, then threw him, knocking one of his friends into the end of he alleyway.
The third man, who had not brought out a knife, growled and lunged for the teen, but she drew back her fist and punched him. He flew back into the wall and fell, unconscious. The girl stared, then calmly walked off, putting her blade back in her pocket. Behind her the three men lay in heaps, groaning.
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Chapter 1
"Logan! Logan!" A young girl with brown hair ran through a large garage full of cars, catching up with a tall black hared man.
"Yeah? What's up Rogue?" He grunted. He was studying a blue motorcycle that was parked against a wall.
"Today's the day!" Rogue laughed, wiping the one strip of white hair out of her eyes. Logan didn't take his eyes off the insides of the motorcycle.
"What day?"
"You promised to take me to the mall today, cause Bobbie's is tomorrow and I still need to get him something." The teen tapped Logan on the head, her long leather gloves bouncing off his hair until he finally turned.
"Can't we go tomorrow?" he asked, then sighed. "Oh, right. Tomorrow is his birthday. Fine. When are we going?"
"We can catch the twelve thirty train and probably be back around dinner, if we hurry." Rogue said, then she skipped off to get ready. Logan looked at his watch and cursed. It read 12:07.
Ten minuets later Logan was backing out of the garage in a red sports car, an excited Rogue next to him.
"I hope Bobbie likes my idea, I was thinking of getting him some temporary hair dye, you know, so he can try different colors. He said he might dye his hair anyway. What was up with the motorcycle? Is something wrong with it?" Logan smiled as Rogue talked incredibly fast, knowing this was the first time in months she had been able to leave the mansion to do something fun.
"The lights aren't working. Cyclops thinks it's my fault, I was trying to figure out what's wrong with the damn thing." Rogue nodded as if she was sympathetic with her friend. She knew he and Scott didn't get along, and she felt they never would. Meanwhile she never took sides and was often annoyed with their childlike bickering all the time.
Half an hour later the two walked into a large mall. Logan wanted to get back to the bike, but Rogue went off to several stores immediately, dragging him behind her. Two hours later Logan sat on a bench, tired and hungry.
"You like this?" He asked a group of girls passing him. "This is like a slow death!"
"Ha ha!" She looked up at Rogue, who was wearing a mock-angry face. "Fine, I was going to get us pretzels, but a slow death doesn't allow those. You can do without."
Logan's face twisted with agony. "No! Please! I need food! This is great fun, I love it, we should do it more often!" Rogue laughed and walked over to a pretzel stand. Logan was glad to hear her order two pretzels. He wouldn't starve after all. Then he closed his eyes and stared trying to solve the problem with the motorcycle again.
He sat up with a start when he heard a scream. Right by Rogue stood a man, who had grabbed her. He was tall and muscular, wearing a dark overcoat and sunglasses. Rogue had dropped everything and was trying to get away from him, but he only smiled.
"Hey!" Logan yelled, jumping up. He ran over and pushed the stranger away, but the stranger only laughed and took off his gloves. "Rogue, run!" Logan hissed under his breath. The terrified girl backed away as the stranger walked up to Logan calmly.
"Get out of my way." He growled.
"And if I don't?" Logan asked. He held out his fists, and suddenly three knifes from each hand shot out, about a foot long and sharp. "Leave the girl alone, bub, or I'll kill you." But to his amazement the guy laughed and reached out, touching Logan's hand slightly.
The mutant instantly went stiff, and the veins on his face and arms stood out as he slipped out of conscious, feeling like his life was being drained from him. His last thought was that this guy was like Rogue, life force taker.
Rogue looked back and screamed again as she saw Logan shake. She knew what was happening. If the man held on any longer, Logan was dead. The girl ran at the man, but she hadn't gone five steps when suddenly another person flew into the attacker. Logan collapsed as he broke contact with the man, who rolled along the floor, as did his attacker. Rogue ran to her friend, who was shaking uncontrollably. She looked for who had tackled the stranger, but they seemed to have disappeared.
The man, however was still up. He started to walk to Rogue again. "Where is your hero, little girl? Seems to have vanished. Bad luck for you!" But then a young women, who looked about nineteen, stepped in front of Rogue and Logan. She was tall, wearing baggy jeans and a black leather coat. In one hand she held a 6 inch knife, but all attention went to her hair and eyes.
Her hair was white, but several turquoise strips made it appear unnatural. Her eyes were bright green, and seemed to glow as she stared unblinkingly at the stranger.
"Leave them alone." The teen said. Rogue's attacker, who had been amazed that someone else was trying to stop him, only laughed.
"Get in my way and you'll end up like that idiot on the floor." He said, standing. He walked over to the woman, who neither moved nor blinked. "Ok," the man said, reaching out. "You asked for it." He placed his bare hand on the teen's forehead and grinned, but nothing happened. She neither went stiff nor did she collapse.
"What?" gasped the man drawing away.
"Let me guess, impossible!" the teen laughed. Then she thrust the knife into the man's shoulder. He leapt back, but the wound healed instantly. He looked at it and smiled. "Stay here," the girl whispered to Rogue, who was amazed that she was not affected by the man's power. "And get your stuff ready for a quick exit." Rogue nodded and the girl walked over to the man.
She stood for a moment and then kicked him in the stomach. "oops, no cut to heal buddy," she said, shrugging. "sorry." The man growled and leapt up, punching the girl hard in the chest. She didn't move. He looked at her, shocked.
"Mutant!" He growled, swinging at her again.
She ducked easily. "Took you that long to figure it out?" She asked. Then, to everyone's amazement, she picked the man up with two hands and lifted him above her head. People gasped as the girl, with seemingly no effort, walked over to the balcony of the three story mall and threw the guy down. He yelled as he struck the marble floor below. The girl looked at him for a moment, then ran back to Rogue and Logan. Rogue shook as she saw the white- haired girl come closer.
"Have all your things?" The girls asked. Rogue nodded dumbly. "Sorry about what just happened. Please tell me you have a car."
"Outside." Rogue said, starring at the girl.
"I'm gonna get you home." She said. "Trust me," again Rogue nodded. With seemingly no effort the girl picked up Logan, who was twice her size, and grabbed Rogue hand. "Show me where your car is."
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There's my beginning. Please review. Flames will be used to heat my house, which is freezing right now. Remember, this is the first story I have written. Thank you for reading it.
turquoise hair. Take her and die.
'My life sucks' the girl decided as she walked down the alleyway. Her feet were silent as she walked, her leather jacket and white and turquoise hair giving her the look of a teen looking for trouble, which she wasn't. Her electric green eyes searched the ground for something, anything to take her mind off what had just happened.
Behind her came footsteps, numerous and heavy. The teen wasn't afraid. As long as they didn't have guns she was alright. The footsteps were catching up, and a minuet later a large hand grabbed the teen by her collar and threw her into the brick wall on her left. Three large and ugly men surrounded her, laughing and growling at her.
"Well, lookie what we got here!" said one. He stood slightly closer to her then the others.
"Leave me alone." She replied quietly. I don't wanna have to hurt you. She added silently. The men laughed.
"Oh, Jet! The lady wants us to leave her alone!" chuckled another. Jet, the obvious leader standing closest to Sarah laughed, and flicked out a knife.
"I'm sorry, but we don't feel like leaving anyone alone missy." Jet laughed, also pulling out a blade. The girl sighed and started to walk off again. She got three steps before Jet reached for her again, but like lightning she spun and grabbed his wrist. Twisting it she pulled out her own knife, a foot-long switchblade with a turquoise handle the same color as her hair.
The girl put her knife to Jet's throat, twisting his arm behind his back. The man's black eyes nearly popped out of his head, and his partners gasped. The teen laughed and dropped her blade, lifting the man up into the air with apparently no effort, though he was three times her size. His friends stared in amazement as the man struggled, but the girl only held on, then threw him, knocking one of his friends into the end of he alleyway.
The third man, who had not brought out a knife, growled and lunged for the teen, but she drew back her fist and punched him. He flew back into the wall and fell, unconscious. The girl stared, then calmly walked off, putting her blade back in her pocket. Behind her the three men lay in heaps, groaning.
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Chapter 1
"Logan! Logan!" A young girl with brown hair ran through a large garage full of cars, catching up with a tall black hared man.
"Yeah? What's up Rogue?" He grunted. He was studying a blue motorcycle that was parked against a wall.
"Today's the day!" Rogue laughed, wiping the one strip of white hair out of her eyes. Logan didn't take his eyes off the insides of the motorcycle.
"What day?"
"You promised to take me to the mall today, cause Bobbie's is tomorrow and I still need to get him something." The teen tapped Logan on the head, her long leather gloves bouncing off his hair until he finally turned.
"Can't we go tomorrow?" he asked, then sighed. "Oh, right. Tomorrow is his birthday. Fine. When are we going?"
"We can catch the twelve thirty train and probably be back around dinner, if we hurry." Rogue said, then she skipped off to get ready. Logan looked at his watch and cursed. It read 12:07.
Ten minuets later Logan was backing out of the garage in a red sports car, an excited Rogue next to him.
"I hope Bobbie likes my idea, I was thinking of getting him some temporary hair dye, you know, so he can try different colors. He said he might dye his hair anyway. What was up with the motorcycle? Is something wrong with it?" Logan smiled as Rogue talked incredibly fast, knowing this was the first time in months she had been able to leave the mansion to do something fun.
"The lights aren't working. Cyclops thinks it's my fault, I was trying to figure out what's wrong with the damn thing." Rogue nodded as if she was sympathetic with her friend. She knew he and Scott didn't get along, and she felt they never would. Meanwhile she never took sides and was often annoyed with their childlike bickering all the time.
Half an hour later the two walked into a large mall. Logan wanted to get back to the bike, but Rogue went off to several stores immediately, dragging him behind her. Two hours later Logan sat on a bench, tired and hungry.
"You like this?" He asked a group of girls passing him. "This is like a slow death!"
"Ha ha!" She looked up at Rogue, who was wearing a mock-angry face. "Fine, I was going to get us pretzels, but a slow death doesn't allow those. You can do without."
Logan's face twisted with agony. "No! Please! I need food! This is great fun, I love it, we should do it more often!" Rogue laughed and walked over to a pretzel stand. Logan was glad to hear her order two pretzels. He wouldn't starve after all. Then he closed his eyes and stared trying to solve the problem with the motorcycle again.
He sat up with a start when he heard a scream. Right by Rogue stood a man, who had grabbed her. He was tall and muscular, wearing a dark overcoat and sunglasses. Rogue had dropped everything and was trying to get away from him, but he only smiled.
"Hey!" Logan yelled, jumping up. He ran over and pushed the stranger away, but the stranger only laughed and took off his gloves. "Rogue, run!" Logan hissed under his breath. The terrified girl backed away as the stranger walked up to Logan calmly.
"Get out of my way." He growled.
"And if I don't?" Logan asked. He held out his fists, and suddenly three knifes from each hand shot out, about a foot long and sharp. "Leave the girl alone, bub, or I'll kill you." But to his amazement the guy laughed and reached out, touching Logan's hand slightly.
The mutant instantly went stiff, and the veins on his face and arms stood out as he slipped out of conscious, feeling like his life was being drained from him. His last thought was that this guy was like Rogue, life force taker.
Rogue looked back and screamed again as she saw Logan shake. She knew what was happening. If the man held on any longer, Logan was dead. The girl ran at the man, but she hadn't gone five steps when suddenly another person flew into the attacker. Logan collapsed as he broke contact with the man, who rolled along the floor, as did his attacker. Rogue ran to her friend, who was shaking uncontrollably. She looked for who had tackled the stranger, but they seemed to have disappeared.
The man, however was still up. He started to walk to Rogue again. "Where is your hero, little girl? Seems to have vanished. Bad luck for you!" But then a young women, who looked about nineteen, stepped in front of Rogue and Logan. She was tall, wearing baggy jeans and a black leather coat. In one hand she held a 6 inch knife, but all attention went to her hair and eyes.
Her hair was white, but several turquoise strips made it appear unnatural. Her eyes were bright green, and seemed to glow as she stared unblinkingly at the stranger.
"Leave them alone." The teen said. Rogue's attacker, who had been amazed that someone else was trying to stop him, only laughed.
"Get in my way and you'll end up like that idiot on the floor." He said, standing. He walked over to the woman, who neither moved nor blinked. "Ok," the man said, reaching out. "You asked for it." He placed his bare hand on the teen's forehead and grinned, but nothing happened. She neither went stiff nor did she collapse.
"What?" gasped the man drawing away.
"Let me guess, impossible!" the teen laughed. Then she thrust the knife into the man's shoulder. He leapt back, but the wound healed instantly. He looked at it and smiled. "Stay here," the girl whispered to Rogue, who was amazed that she was not affected by the man's power. "And get your stuff ready for a quick exit." Rogue nodded and the girl walked over to the man.
She stood for a moment and then kicked him in the stomach. "oops, no cut to heal buddy," she said, shrugging. "sorry." The man growled and leapt up, punching the girl hard in the chest. She didn't move. He looked at her, shocked.
"Mutant!" He growled, swinging at her again.
She ducked easily. "Took you that long to figure it out?" She asked. Then, to everyone's amazement, she picked the man up with two hands and lifted him above her head. People gasped as the girl, with seemingly no effort, walked over to the balcony of the three story mall and threw the guy down. He yelled as he struck the marble floor below. The girl looked at him for a moment, then ran back to Rogue and Logan. Rogue shook as she saw the white- haired girl come closer.
"Have all your things?" The girls asked. Rogue nodded dumbly. "Sorry about what just happened. Please tell me you have a car."
"Outside." Rogue said, starring at the girl.
"I'm gonna get you home." She said. "Trust me," again Rogue nodded. With seemingly no effort the girl picked up Logan, who was twice her size, and grabbed Rogue hand. "Show me where your car is."
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There's my beginning. Please review. Flames will be used to heat my house, which is freezing right now. Remember, this is the first story I have written. Thank you for reading it.