Disclaimer: Mackenzie, Maia, Alex and all the other people that are at the school belong to me. Just to point out the obvious-Mutant X does not.
I don't want to write a summary cos then it kind of gives the whole thing away and I want to be secretive for now. A secretive and mysterious blonde-ha ha ha! I'm so funny sometimes, I just crack myself up. Anyways on with the show. I hope you like. Review please, I need to feel love.
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The snow came pouring out of the sky. It had collected on the cars all the way up and down the street but was gradually being scooped up in the hands of all the 6th formers. They were old enough to know better but snow didn't fall everyday in London, as a general rule it didn't fall every year. Atleast not to the extreme of that day.
Mackenzie sat at her usual spot in the library, next to one of the huge windows. She was curled up on the chair, trying to get as close to the radiator as possible. She was succeeding in her quest to stay as warm as possible and enjoy the snow at the same time. She could see some of her friends setting up defenses behind random cars so they could aim snowballs at the heads of passing year nines without the threat of anybody getting any kind of revenge paid on them.
She was tempted to go down and join them but needed some alone time. Mac (the name her friends had affectionately bestowed upon her) wasn't lonely when she had nobody to hang out with. She was used to it and being alone wasn't forced upon her, it was something she chose from time to time.
She was different from all the other kids at school. She knew it and it was lucky that none of them did. Her friends were spectacularly loyal and stuck by her through anything and everything but if they found out about her well kept secret she had no idea how they would react. She'd understand if they never talked to her, or if they were scared of her, or if they hated her. She had gone through a dark period where she had been scared of herself.
There had always been something a little off about her. She had first started noticing it when she was seven. She had gotten angry about something, what it was wasn't important. The next moment she had been throwing bolts of electricity around. She had stopped as soon as she realized the gravity of what was going on. She had been so scared she hadn't come out of her room for a week. When her parents had finally persuaded her that everything was going to be okay she had unlocked her door. But that hadn't made her any less frightened that she would hurt someone or get hurt herself.
By the time she was ten she had learned to control her abilities. She had trained by herself in private moments. Whenever she could get away from people she would practice. She had gotten pretty good by that time.
A couple of weeks before her eleventh birthday Mackenzie's parents had taken her to this huge building. Mac remembered it had looked like a military compound. There were no curves, no wood, just concrete slab upon concrete slab with a little cold, harsh steel thrown in for good measure. There weren't many windows. Mac hadn't liked the look of it from the word 'go'.
When her parents had taken her inside she was taken aback by the reception they received. Everybody she saw had stared at her and her mum and dad with a mixture of fear, pride and awe.
There were scientists with white coats, clipboards in hands, assistants trailing a few steps behind. There were men in smart, tailored suits with earpieces, gelled hair and guns in holsters under their jackets.
She had wondered what the place was, a place where scientists and agents (for lack of a better word) walked past each other in corridors. She wasn't scared exactly, just curious.
Well, anyway, her parents had taken her through more corridors to a room, which looked a little more like a regular office, all except the panels of flashing lights along two of the walls. She was introduced to a guy with the palest skin and the whitest hair she had ever seen. Even the hair the pictures of Santa Clauses on the front of Christmas cards had couldn't compete with this guy.
He had introduced himself as Mr. Eckhart. And then her parents had been taken off into a different room.
Looking back on it, Mac had realized that her parents had to have known that when they left that room, they wouldn't be coming back. They were going to be separated from their daughter and yet they didn't say goodbye, they didn't shed a single tear. They just smiled at her like they normally did, told her that they'd be back in a minute and left her in a room with some stranger. Not even so much as a backward glance. Of course Mac didn't notice this stuff at the time but it hurt when she had figured it out. It hurt now. It hurt to know that the parents she had loved with all her heart didn't care enough to say goodbye to their ten year old daughter.
A snowball hit the window, violently pulling her out of her own thoughts. She didn't mind the interruption and smiled down at the boy who had thrown it. His name was Alex; he was one of her friends. She laughed as her best friend Maia walked up behind Alex, snowball in hand and slammed it down on top of his head. He looked like a wreck, fragments of snow and ice spraying off his hair as he shook his head back and forth. Mac smiled at him as he shot her a wry look, gathered some snow in his gloved hands and went off in search of Maia.
Mac couldn't remember a recent time when she had been so happy. She had good friends and had learnt to smile again. It wasn't a lot to anybody else but to her it was an improvement.
Alex and Maia having resolved their conflict by shoving snow down each other's backs stood below the library window. Mac looked down at them and after a couple of seconds thought grabbed her coat, gloves, scarf and bag from the table and ran out of the library to join her friends.
