Disclaimer: As you probably know, to claim X-Men and any of its characters is plagiarism, so we won't claim them. But the additional characters and story line is ours. Shayne Paterson created by Nikita Coleman and Brooke Turner created Tamlin Winlaw, Also Michael derived with a bit of inspiration from Tamlin's real life twin brother Jared. All of these characters are original, so please do not replicate our work in any way or we will be shitty, just as the creators of X-men would be if we were to copy them.

Chapter 1: Sleepless in Seattle.

My eyes glowed a dangerous electric blue, But the face before me glared at me with the utmost disgust, but I didn't care what was happening, I was furious. The lights all exploded at once, flames erupted from the kitchen beside me lighting the dimmed room with reds and oranges. I looked back down at the face, it had a knife readied in its hand. The face poised the knife in the air and thrusted it towards me.

I woke suddenly, with a gasp. I remember the lights, the fire, the expression on a somehow featureless face, and the figure with the knife, as odd as it sounds I am used to it. I have been having the same dream for nearly a week.

And this morning as usual I woke to it.

I slide out of bed and subconsciously made my way downstairs. The dream hasn't left me alone for the past week, I am always thinking about, it terrified me when I first had it. But now it has me curious, what it is about? And who is that face?

I could already hear the television on downstairs.

"Does Theo ever sleep" I said out loud, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I felt so tired, I hadn't been getting much sleep lately. I groaned as I looked at the clock on the wall, It was only 6:30. And Theo was already in his usual position on the couch in front of the television.

"Are Dad and Kath up yet?" I asked him.

"Nup" Theo replied, without even looking away from the television. I shook my head and dragged myself to the kitchen.

I helped myself to a bowl of muesli and a cup of tasteless coffee. Not long after, I heard Dad and Kath come down the stairs. Kath was laughing at one of Dads stupid Irish jokes and fixing her already perfect hair, supposedly they're funny.

I looked up at Kath, she met me with a smile and Dad grunted some form of greeting, once they had made their breakfast, they sat at the table next to me. I smiled grimly. Kath smiled back harmlessly, but there was still something sinister about her.

She was a short, trim woman, she was well dressed. Her brunette hair (I think) was cut in a short pixie style do and was always neat, but for some reason I couldn't warm to her.

Her son 'Theo' was a complete and utter dumbarse, he spends most of his time playing computer games or watching TV, a typical couch potato. I'm pretty sure he hasn't got too many friends, Kath thinks he's special, which I highly doubt.

As for Dad, well its like he's under a spell, he can never see the side I see of Kath, either that or he wears rose tinted contacts. He's changed so much since he left mum, he makes out as if he's lost his youth and is making up for it now. He's wear's all the trendiest clothes, Kath won't be seen near him if he isn't.

Personally I couldn't wait to get home, to New York. Seattle is so boring. I missed Mum, my older sister Maxi and all my other Uni friends, but mostly the coffee. I sat there thoughtfully twirling my short blonde hair in my fingers.

Kath gave me a frustrated look "You shouldn't do that, they say it causes you to lose your hair.

I let my arm drop and sighed.

"Theo honey, have you had breakky?" Kath shouted over to the couch.

"No, can you make me something," the couch whined back.

"Spoiled Brat!" I thought to myself as I rinsed the dishes and headed back upstairs. I made my way to Kath's stupid pink bathroom. Pink, honestly.

I looked at myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth, for some reason, no matter how dim the room, my eyes seemed to glow the brightest blue. Even as a kid, in all the photo's my eyes would just glow.

I made my way back to my room, shoved on a pair of mud wash jeans and a "NY campus" tee. I hated how many mirrors I had in my room, no matter what I could see myself everywhere. Which is Ok if you vain like Kath, but it pissed me off. I would remove them but KATH feels she has to dominate everything in the house including my room. I took a minute to stare at my many reflections.

Besides the fact that I eat like a pig, I am quite slim, but not fit. I did work out at the gym occasionally, but I haven't since I've been on vacation at in Seattle.

I had finished putting on my make-up. My hair was messy, but I like it that way, you can get away with it, with short hair. I smiled, I knew how much my very appearance annoyed Kath, especially my messy hair. Let alone my tattoo and piercings. I shoved on a pair on sandals, grabbed my handbag and trotted downstairs.

I was about to walk out the front door, when Kath came up behind me "Well aren't you gonna tell me where you are going!" she whined in my ear.

I spun around, gave the dirtiest look I manage and said "No", and stormed out the door. I could hear her cursing behind my back and laughed to myself.

"So….what to do on a Sunday morning in suburban Seattle," I sighed. As I headed down the street, it annoyed me how all the houses looked the same, doesn't anybody have an imagination around here.

It gave me a quick idea, what if.. I built a giant irregular rainbow house smack bang in the centre of 'boring street', I laughed at the prospect. I don't think the neighbours would approve somehow.

"So.. I wonder what Seattle guys are like", I mentally slapped myself "Dah Shayne you have a boyfriend all the way in New York who is probably dying to see you again". I thought to myself.

"Yeh Seattle guys are probably boring anyway" I said without convincing myself.

By now people were out mowing lawns, gardening and stuff like that, I waved to some of them, but they just looked at my NY shirt and frowned at me, I eventually gave up.

It was about eight'0'clock when I reached the local grocer, I'm just guessing, I left my watch at home. I brought myself, a Vanilla Milk and sat outside at one of those little café tables with the umbrellas. And looked out at the boring citizens as I drank my milk. Why did Dad pick a place where everyone was.. well OLD!, I just noticed this, I mean of all the places, a old community. Typical.

I guessed it was about nine, by the time I finished my milk and bagging out all the oldies. I sighed, "I suppose I better go face the music, seeing there was nothing else to do." Plus it looks like it was about to storm. Great stuck in the house with Kath for a day. She'll probably have Dad on my case by now, great.

Well was right, about Kath, but Dad was no where to be seen. By the time I got home, it was already drizzling, Kath was there waiting to start lecturing me. On stuff like respect, her house, Theo would never do such a thing, Dad should be more concerned. I did listen to some of it. But the last one got me started.

I stared straight into her eyes "KATH! Where I go is absolutely none of your fucking business!," I noticed the lights start to blink for a second there. The thunder started to roar outside.

"Well, you father doesn't seem to be too concerned, and since you are under my roof, I am think it is my business!" she said in a stern but calm voice.

Ok, that pissed me off. "I couldn't give a fuck what you think!" By now I could feel eyes start to burn, but not with tears, something inside my snapped. The lights and the TV blew, and sparks were spat from the kitchen, lightening flickered into the house. Everywhere around me glowed electric blue, even Kath's face.

"How dare you try and run my life, you are not my fucking mother!".

At this moment the entire kitchen erupted into flame. Putting a yellow and red glow into the living room, contrasting with the already eyrie blue and the constant flash of lightening.

I could feel my hairs standing on their end, my fists where tight, I couldn't open them if I tried. I looked down at Kath through the flashes of yellows and blue.

To my surprise she looked absolutely horror-struck, which would have been very satisfying, If I hadn't just realised what was happening around me, the entire living area was on fire.

Not only that but every electrical source in the house was sending out in strings of electricity, straight at me, But I couldn't feel a thing except anger.

When I finally focused back on Kath, she had knife poised and ready in her hand. A huge fork of lighting struck somewhere near and was followed by a deafening roar of thunder.

The lightening flashed in Kath's manic eyes. She was looking at me with a mixture absolute disgust and horror .

"You're a mutant!" she screamed as she backed away clasping the knife tightly.