Misfit- chapter 1.
Disclaimer- I own very little; a piece or paper with some letters on, half a bar of melted chocolate, a cream for a rash on loan from my sister. However I do own Edward, Jools and later on Lizzie too. All the others are the property of Marvel and their respective creators, (Who I plan to kidnap and force to do my bidding, but you didn't hear that from me right.)
Notes- Spoilers for X2 and X3 so if you ain't seen it or read it… (Is there anyone who HASN'T yet?)
Thanks to Anything but Ordinary3 who's encouraged, supported and helped with a large section of plot. Why not take a look at her Retribution X series? Funny, strange, disturbing, and all for the cost of regular line rental and computer upkeep. Also thanks to her regular reviewers who I hope may flock to see what the hell I'm doing. Please Read and review, cause I need the ego boost.
And inspiration? Listen to the Amy Studt's 'Misfit' and you'll get the story.
"So what we don't look the same?…
So what, i don't play your game?…
So what if i don't???…
Your superficial i'm a 'Misfit'
But thats Ok!"
-Amy Studt "Misfit."
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Buckingham palace was as it always was, the centre of attention to the flock of tourists surrounding the gates with cameras and camcorders. Amongst the crowd could be heard a myriad of different accents; Dutch, American, South African to name but a few. All wanted a picture of the beautiful palace on a sunny summer day, the kind that England didn't have all that often. Men and women posed by the guards in their pillbox red uniforms and bearskin hats, hoping that something they did would make the men break face and laugh, but they didn't, they were too well trained. Everyone's attention was grabbed however when the group had to be parted by these guards for the iron gates to be swung open for an approaching car.
It came passed the gates and the gawping crowd and started to swing about before reaching the steps. A footman opened the left hand door and from under the car a highly polished black man's shoe could be seen. The crowd snapped and stared, hoping that they were about to glimpse a member of the ruling family. Instead a short red headed man appeared out of the car, thanking the footman as he went. The flashes from the cameras continued as the crowd whooped and called out. When all of them went home they would have a story to tell. They hadn't seen the King or Princess, but they had gotten a glimpse of the Prime minister.
Jools, the head butler to King Edward and his daughter held open the main door to the palace for the first minister of the British realm. The man waddled up the steps, clutching his briefcase to his chest. When he finally was in the door the man halted and was forced to take some deep breaths, the man was very out of shape.
"Good Afternoon Prime Minister." He started the formal procedure of greeting that he preformed every Tuesday when the man arrived.
"Good Afternoon Jools" The man struggled to answer as always.
"His Majesty is waiting for you" Jools started to move of down the corridor the other man however stayed in the same spot, trying to regain more of his breath. When he was composed enough he waddled after the butler.
"How is His Majesty today Jools?" He asked.
The butler stopped and waited until the minister was level with him then matched his slow pace. "A little flustered sir. Her highness had some of her friends visiting this morning, some people who the guards thought were also friends of her highness appeared too. We had to eject them, but we can't be sure that all of them left."
"Have the friends gone too?"
"Yes sir."
"Good I don't want any rowdy teenagers interrupting us again." The minister sighed as they reached the doors to the drawing room. Jools prepared to open the doors as he did every Tuesday afternoon, the Prime minister straightened his tie and dusted the crumbs off the bottom of his shirt from the hurried breakfast he'd had that morning.
"Have a good briefing sir." Jools smiled as he opened the door and the other man stepped over the threshold.
"Thank you Jools" The minister called back.
Meanwhile in another less public part of the palace something completely opposite to the mundane was happening.
There had been break-ins at the palace before, but none like this, normally they were perpetrated by one man working alone with no masks and minimum weaponry. This however was the opposite.
A team of five men had entered through an open window on the second floor after disabling the inexperienced young soldier standing guard outside, the man would recover… eventually.
The men pulled up the rope from the window so that there would be no sign that they had entered, the guard was conveniently hidden from view in the bushes. One of the men pulling the rope however wasn't as careful; his elbow hit a table behind them and knocked an antique vase off and onto the wooden floor before. The smash could be heard throughout the palace.
"Your Highness?" A young voice could be heard from down the hall and around the corner. The man strode down the corridor, round the corner and into view "What the hell?" the masked intruders pulled their guns from their belts and started firing down the hall, they missed the man who rolled under a table. "Alpha leader this is Delta Gamma, intruders in the Princesses hallway. Intruders are armed, repeat, intruders are…" and then he was cut off by a bullet to the throat.
A door opened a little way down the corridor and a young woman stuck her head out, black hair flowing about her face. "What's happening out…" A shot into the air answered her question. She screamed and pulled the door again shut, the lock could be heard to be working.
The men ran down the corridor and started pulling at the door, kicking the wood trying to make it collapse. All five screamed through the door about the terrible things they were going to do when they got in, and how it would be easier on everyone if she just let them in.
They didn't see however a door open on the opposite wall a few doors down, and the young blonde head that peeped through the opening, watching the attackers before swinging the door fully open.
"Hey guy's. Five on one, isn't that a bit of a disadvantage?" She smiled, distracting them.
The men fired at her, but as if by magic the girl dodged all of the bullets. The men fired again and again she dodged them, jumping clean out of the way before they hit. The men emptied their clips and not a single bullet hit the woman. The men looked at each other in shock, no human being could pull off the feat this girl had.
They ran towards her, hoping that her luck only extended to guns but the girl too rushed at them. Halfway down the hall she jumped into the air as they continued to run at her. She bounced off one wall onto the other and was suddenly behind them. The force of their speed though caused them to go crashing into the wall in front of them. The woman giggled as only two men stood up to face her again.
"Come on then boys, and I'll show you what I can really do." She invited. Again the men started to run towards her but this time she jumped into the air and seamed to hang there for a second before raising her leg in a perfect roundhouse kick. One man fell unconscious with half his mask broken off, the other fell to his knees before regaining his balance and standing again. He started to punch her, but none of his punches hit her, she caught or dodged each of them, the final one she caught and then disappeared into the air, he didn't even blink and she was gone.
Then he felt something behind him, before he got the chance to see the girl's face she had kicked him in the back of the head and sent him falling into unconsciousness.
The young woman stood over him in her black dress and knee-high boots. She watched for any signs of movement before she leaned down and turned him over. His gold mask hid his face and his black jumper and trousers gave no indication of who he was or who had sent him, except a small emblem embroidered on his left breast pocket, a four pronged fork in red inside a golden H. She had no idea what it meant but committed it to memory.
The half smashed door started slowly to open and the black haired girl peeped out scared.
"It's ok to come out now." The blonde smiled as she watched the other woman, both looked at each other in amazement, one standing inside the remnants of the door of the Princesses bedroom, the other crouched over the body of a would be attacker.
"Freeze!" A mans voice screamed as he pointed a gun at the back of the woman on the floor's head. Slowly she raised her hands, surrendering.
"I just have a feeling, I'm not supposed to be here." She sadly admitted. In the back of her mind though she was wondering if she had truly been caught though.
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