I don't own any of the x-men, but I do own Skyler.
Chapter 1: Change
"Dear, you don't have any, um, weird friends do you?" My mother asked. She was in her mid 40's and had mouse brown hair. She was almost pale from the lack of sun. We lived in southern California, and I couldn't for the life of me, figure out how she stayed so pale.
"No, mom." I answered and grabbed a piece of toast.
"Bloody hell you don't." My father growled. He was in his late 40's with graying hair. See, when he met my mother, he tried to persuade her to come live with him in Britain. However, my mother refused because, her family was here. I just shook my head at my father's comment and left the room. I admit I was scared of mutants, but I felt sorry for them. I knew what it felt to be an outcast.
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I sat on one of the many walls along the beach. I had my roller blades and bathing suit. I naturally had light skin, but lately I noticed that my skin was darker than usual. I was 5'5" with brown hair and honey colored eyes. I didn't bother to think about it, and skated back home.
"Be a dear and help me clean the kitchen." My mother said as she started to put up the left overs from dinner. I sighed and started the dishes. Half way through, a sharp pain hit me. It felt as though my very bones were on fire. I dropped the dish I was holding and quickly grabbed my wrist. "Dear, what's wrong?" My mother asked worriedly.
"I'm fine!" I managed to stutter. I quickly ran upstairs into my bedroom. There I fell onto my floor. I curled into a fetal position as the pain increased. I felt my muscles and bones change and shift under my skin. My skin darkened to a deep tan, almost brown. My hair turned black. Then as soon as the pain hit, it stopped. I stood up shakily. A big mistake. Something like a slug hammer, hit me in the gut. I grabbed my desk chair to hold me up. Thick black fur started to cover my skin and face. My nose got longer, my hearing better. I grew smaller and lighter. Bone went this way, muscle that way. Once it was all done, I tried to stand up. I fell backwards. I looked down and saw paws instead of hands and feet. My vision sharpened, but I could still see in color. I ran to my small mirror on the table beside my bed. I stared in horror. I was a fox! A mutant!
So what do you think so far? Please R&R!
Chapter 1: Change
"Dear, you don't have any, um, weird friends do you?" My mother asked. She was in her mid 40's and had mouse brown hair. She was almost pale from the lack of sun. We lived in southern California, and I couldn't for the life of me, figure out how she stayed so pale.
"No, mom." I answered and grabbed a piece of toast.
"Bloody hell you don't." My father growled. He was in his late 40's with graying hair. See, when he met my mother, he tried to persuade her to come live with him in Britain. However, my mother refused because, her family was here. I just shook my head at my father's comment and left the room. I admit I was scared of mutants, but I felt sorry for them. I knew what it felt to be an outcast.
*~*~*~*
I sat on one of the many walls along the beach. I had my roller blades and bathing suit. I naturally had light skin, but lately I noticed that my skin was darker than usual. I was 5'5" with brown hair and honey colored eyes. I didn't bother to think about it, and skated back home.
"Be a dear and help me clean the kitchen." My mother said as she started to put up the left overs from dinner. I sighed and started the dishes. Half way through, a sharp pain hit me. It felt as though my very bones were on fire. I dropped the dish I was holding and quickly grabbed my wrist. "Dear, what's wrong?" My mother asked worriedly.
"I'm fine!" I managed to stutter. I quickly ran upstairs into my bedroom. There I fell onto my floor. I curled into a fetal position as the pain increased. I felt my muscles and bones change and shift under my skin. My skin darkened to a deep tan, almost brown. My hair turned black. Then as soon as the pain hit, it stopped. I stood up shakily. A big mistake. Something like a slug hammer, hit me in the gut. I grabbed my desk chair to hold me up. Thick black fur started to cover my skin and face. My nose got longer, my hearing better. I grew smaller and lighter. Bone went this way, muscle that way. Once it was all done, I tried to stand up. I fell backwards. I looked down and saw paws instead of hands and feet. My vision sharpened, but I could still see in color. I ran to my small mirror on the table beside my bed. I stared in horror. I was a fox! A mutant!
So what do you think so far? Please R&R!