© Autumn Raine

A/N: Wee! Sorry it's been a while. FF.net has given me some problems with my '.txt' format, along with my computer that doesn't seem to like...bold and italics. / So...

FINALLY! CHAPTER 10! GUESS WHAT HAPPENS NOW! xD!

Can't tell. *giggle* You have to read and find out, my friend! *dance*

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Miracle Mutant and the Great Escape





...Gulping, Alana stepped out of the small, glass room she had been in, and was now, with of course a guard, going down the hall. Her breath shuttered a bit, her heart pounding hard in her chest. What was going to happen? Was the PlayPin like what she heard from the others...?

Well, she was to find out. The guard pushed open a heavy metal door, then lead her inside; locking it with clanks and other metallic noises that erily rang from the other side. Instinctively, she threw herself to the floor infront of the door; short nails scratching at the metal frantically. And then...pure silence. That heavy melody that chimmed in her ears, drumming it's nausiating beat to her skull.

"...Hmm..What do you do in this Pin, anyway?" The voice broke the beating drums of silence, it's own pace quick and brief; as if it were just getting directly to the point.

Alana spun around, her slender body on the floor on her knees; those strands of white tosseled about her head and face. Tresses on her shoulders fell down over her breast, leaving her fragile back bare with the suit. Her breath shuttered as she spoke, lips trembling as it seemed all colour had left her face; her skin looking even more ghastly than before. "..P-Please don't hurt meh..."

"Now why would I do a thing like that?" The slender boy of the quick voice spoke, his own white hair sleeked neatly back on his skull; tight fitting clothing hugging his lean and agile form.

"...." She was silent, dark pools of faintly shimmering dark plum looking to the boy with mixed confusion, fear, and gratitude. He wouldn't hurt her? He wouldn't do anything of the sort? Then...what was he to do?

"Well..You never answered my question. What am I to do in the "PlayPin"? Sounds...a bit..well.." He shrugged, keeping his own comments to himself.

"...A bit what?" She spoke softly, slowly going up to her feet; cautiously she moved. What if he turned and struck her? Or if someone else was beyond him that she just couldn't see? Or she just chose not to see? Were her eyes and brain playing tricks on her?

"A bit...I don't know. "PlayPin"...Just think about it. It sounds so...so..sexual." The boy laughed to himself.

What was wit' this kid? He carried himself as some adult infront of her, then twisted that whole image into nothing more than a hormonal kid of her age - which he was!

Slender fingers pushed her hair away from her, still, palid face. Dark eyes tinged with confusion still looking oddly at the kid..."...Why..Did'ja even chose meh?" She asked with a slightly bitter tone. Why can't he jus' kill meh already.

"Oh, It wasn't my choice." He said quickly. Folding his arms over one another he spilled his purpose. "It was more like my father's choice. He's been watching you, Alana and he'd like you to join him. Join with other mutants like him, and me. This place...is just run by some fat-ass Hill-Billy. There's so much out of here. This place just makes me sick." A chill ran through his body.

"...You've...been watchin' me?" Her eyes widened.

"Yep." He nodded, icy blue eyes looking directly into hers; a chill ran down her spine. How they felt so..loving and caring.

"Why?"

"...We want you to join us, Alana..." He took a few steps towards her, hands dropping to his sides; the slight creasing of his sleak jeans on those legs and the shifting of his tight shirt over his chest drew her attention to how every toned muscle moved with his body. A slender hand ran through his hair, "..What do you say, Alana? Join us. Together with other mutants we'll prove to humans what we are. What we can do!" His eyes sparkled and gleamed as his voice sped up, excitement in his sound. Hands took her by the shoulders, eyes looking down to her as the continued to sparkle and dance with his very excitement. "..Join, Alana. Be one of us! Show the world who we are!"

What do Ah say? How would Ah say it?! Was he liein'?!

No...He wasn't lieing. How could someone lie with such beautiful eyes, and such a clear tone that almost made her believe anything he said! He could have said that he was going to drive a metal bar through her skull, and she wouldn't give a damn! Was it love? No. It was infatuation. Infatuation with this nameless 'miracle mutant'. He was going to save her. Take her away from everything that she had known for so long, and bring her back to the world she dreamed about!

Quickly, she nodded. And just continued to not as a wide smile came over her lips; colour returning to her pale features on her face, a porceilin doll's face sprinkled and splashed with gentle freckles on her nose. She could feel herself crying. She was so happy!

But...what about her 'family'? Sue...Kassien...Alex...All her friends. What would happen to them? Would they leave too?

"So you will! You'll become one of the Brotherhood, our new sister! You'll have to get used to the others though - they're not as charming as myself..." He smirked, once again, those ice blue eyes almost melting Alana into a puddle.

"..But.." She said softly, sadness begining to chew at how happy and joyful she was for freedom.."..What about tha' rest of 'em 'ere? Will we come back?"

He blinked, as if he were thinking in that split second of how to solve world hunger - which she wouldn't be surprised if he could. His movements, his voice, his actions; they were all so fast. Was that his heartbeat? It sounded like wings fluttering. So fast. So..impossibly fast. Oh, her 'miracle mutant', how she loved him so.

"..Don't worry about them. We'll come back. Soon. And if we don't get here - " He stopped shortly, his loving gleam fading into a bitter, resentful grit of his pearly whites behind slightly pursed pale lips. " - they will."

She was confused. Her 'miracle mutant' had enemies? But why? Seconds ago, she was blessing whatever god had given her this freedom - but, now she was cursing Him mentally for stripping their freedom from "them"...who ever bastards this Boy made them be.

"Who..'re they?" She raised a brow, looking up to him.

"The "X-Men"." He said lowly.

"...." She thought over the name quickly. It sounded evil. Was it evil? Was it out to hurt? Or was it out to help? Whatever it was, she didn't like it because he didn't like it. She didn't want her friends to go to these "X-Men".

"..Ah-Ah can't let mah friends go those people.." She said lowly, determined to save her friends. "..Ah'll come as long as we git back 'ere as soon as possible to save mah friends."

She sounds so much like Rogue...He blinked unbeilevably at her as he held her by the shoulders in his slender hands. It must have been just how all Southern Girls were. They seemed to carry dignity, and strength, and courage - but, they could easily back down and crumble under this fragle facade.

Their moment was torn by the bending sound of withered metal; a shadowy figure standing, cloaked and all, behind the door. At the figure's side was another boy, but he was in 'costume' attire like Alana. Yet, it was an odd costume. The kid...had a bowl on his head? No deny, the kid had an excellent phsyique - toned arms and legs, and wide shoulders, and those deep, dark chocolate brown eyes a girl could melt over. Behind that glass 'bowl', his thin lips parted back into a sly grin; a fist curled at his side.

"Come here, my Alana." The shadowed one spoke, he had now been levitating inches off the ground! Could he levitate just like her!? Could...they have the same ablility?

The slender boy next to her push let go of her shoulders, letting her go towards, she guessed, his father. In a gust of wind, the kid was gone; then reappeared in a streak of white right next to his father. A hand brushed her cheek as she felt that cold, chilled wind streak by her as he left. But, she followed the 'father's' orders; and she levitated a few inches above the ground as well. Eyes turned into a dark, cold black which blended into her very pupils as she floated above the ground; arms straying to reach to her sides as her sleak body swiftly moved over to the other three.

As she came infront of them, she looked to the 'father' figure; a helmet, so it seemed, upon his head as well. Was there battling out in the 'real world'? Did mutants face daily battles? Or...were her questions only assumptions and mis-understandings?

"...Alana...I'm so very pleased you're coming with us. Welcome to the Brotherhood of Mutants." His tone was low, old - and oddly, wise and understanding of her thoughts - but as well as bitter? She could sence he was grinning under that mask, but his actual face remained a bit of a wonder. What did he look like? Was he any different than the sleak boy, his son? "...You will leave here excorted by these two boys, who know, hold your safety and well-being. And I place upon them sole responsiblity for your return to New York, as well as to the house. There, they will explain schooling and other things."

And he was..brief and to the point. Just..like his son. A chill ran down her spine, the pure rush of adreniline pumping through her blood. She was leaving! She was leaving all this behind her! No one and nothing could hold her down! She could finally use her powers at will! And not be in chains, or hit, or anything! She'd be....normal.

"Pietro, and Lance, I trust you with her. Get her out of here safely." The figure added, then tightened his long cloak about his figure. With a quick move of his hand, metal security devices were just bent and crippled by this invisible force. Alana gasped, was it him? Was he doing that?

The man laughed lowly beneath his helmet hearing her gasp, "Oh Alana, there's plenty you don't know about..." Slowly, he turned, laughing to himself, as he went back to the floor and walked down the vacant hallway; gloved hands pulling off the helmet and revealing a mass of white hair - like his son! But, it must have been with age, right? And then he placed a dark, brown hat upon his head and pushed it down; his cloak gently swaying behind him with the softly scuffing strides of his feet which echoed and echoed until it came to a faint beat.

Alana looked to the two boys, Pietro and Lance. Inside, she hoped the white haired boy was named Pietro. In a way, it just suited him. Finally, the nameless 'miracle mutant' had a name...of some sort.

"Pietro," the dark eye and haired one spoke, "We're leavin' now. Security will be on our ass in seconds if we don't get outta here." And with that, he began to go down the hall as well.

Yes, it was confirmed. Pietro was his name.

Pietro took her by the hand as she floated there, watching the other leave. Flinching a bit at the smooth touch of his hand on hers, she quickly landed on her feet to the ground; shimmering violet eyes appearing from dark, endless orbs. She could feel a blush on her pale cheeks burning away, "Ah-Ah'm sorry."

He smiled a bit, "For what?" How irresitable he found her accent to be. Just like Rogue's. Sweet. Innocent. But, rough and solid as well.

"Ah sort of wasn't payin' attention t'ya..." She slipped her hand away from his and began to walk as well down the hall, keeping the brown haired boy in sight infront of her.

Quickly, he was at her side; that cool gust of wind greeting her with a chill. A good chill. Somewhat, comforting, in it's ways. "...You might not be able to pay attention to me, but I'll always be able to catch up if you run away." He smirked at the end of the spilling of his quick voice, his eyes meeting with hers.

And oh, how they twinkled and dance with such amusement and playfulness. So icy and blue, much like the water of oceans far away she had heard about from costumers at the farm - the Carribean, Hawaii. Waters of crystal blue.

Deep down in her heart, she was blessing the god, whoever it be, for getting her out of here. And so soon! Maybe Sue, Mike, and Alex were right with the whole "God will save us" attitude. Maybe this boy was a God!

No...That was a dumb thought. But, a bit of a little fantasy. She smiled, looking away from Pietro, oh such a name, and to the open doors infront of her; the dark of the night that poured down over the paved ground and the gleam of moonlight that struck so tenderly down on her skin. She closed her eyes as her heart beat so lightly in her chest, and she felt her body rise up into the air; but, quickly, Pietro tugged her back down to the ground.

"..Alana...Not until we get out..." His voice was hushed and fast, like always, as he talked near her ear.

She shivered a bit as his breath his her ear past her white hair that dangled over the sides of her face.

Could it be? Was she falling in love with Pietro, her miracle? Her own Angel?

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A/N: Wee! Back in the swing! Jump, jive and wail! *dances* Wait, not that type of swing. Heh.

Anywho! Aren't you happy!? Acutal Evolution chars! Wee! They're gonna be introductions of them for a few chapters. Finally! Wee! ^.^

Wow, you know what's weird. I actually didn't want her to fall in love with Pietro. It happened on accident. e.e; I wanted her to fall in love with an OC char, but, I dunno; I think my finger's have little brains and just keep typing away! ;!