X-Men: The Movies
Kerrigan Evans, a.k.a Griffin, is my creation.
Part I- A New Start
" What is this place?" The girl asked mystified as she looked about the beautiful structure of the school.
There was a warmth and tenderness to the entire building, the rich wooden frames and the polished antique characteristics were beyond anything she had ever seen. She felt at home here, more so then she had ever felt.
"This is my school for the gifted," Charles Xavier said, moving his spindly wheel chair beside her as she walked through the main corridor.
"I've been to a school for the gifted, and it was nothing like this." She replied softly. She looked around the large interior of the building; there was no one around her to see the tears in her eyes. Everyone was gone from the building, for some reason unknown.
" You were not at a school for gifted children, Kerrigan, you were somewhere that no child should ever have been." Xavier said to her, his voice tender with sympathy. "There is a place for you here, if you would have it."
Kerrigan wiped the tears away from her eyes, she had sworn herself a long time ago that she wouldn't cry, but she knew this was a time in which she had no control over her tears. She wouldn't have to hide them for fear of penalty, she wouldn't have to bite her lip and fight back like they had made her do. Kerrigan looked down at him, and a limp smile spread across her lips. "I wold like that very much.'
" I'm glad to hear that, Ms. Evans, we already have a place ready for you, tomorrow the other children will be back and I may introduce you to them.'
" I thank you Professor, for everything you've done for me. But may I ask one more thing?"
" Of course."
' My name is Griffin, now."
Kerrigan Evans, a.k.a Griffin, is my creation.
Part I- A New Start
" What is this place?" The girl asked mystified as she looked about the beautiful structure of the school.
There was a warmth and tenderness to the entire building, the rich wooden frames and the polished antique characteristics were beyond anything she had ever seen. She felt at home here, more so then she had ever felt.
"This is my school for the gifted," Charles Xavier said, moving his spindly wheel chair beside her as she walked through the main corridor.
"I've been to a school for the gifted, and it was nothing like this." She replied softly. She looked around the large interior of the building; there was no one around her to see the tears in her eyes. Everyone was gone from the building, for some reason unknown.
" You were not at a school for gifted children, Kerrigan, you were somewhere that no child should ever have been." Xavier said to her, his voice tender with sympathy. "There is a place for you here, if you would have it."
Kerrigan wiped the tears away from her eyes, she had sworn herself a long time ago that she wouldn't cry, but she knew this was a time in which she had no control over her tears. She wouldn't have to hide them for fear of penalty, she wouldn't have to bite her lip and fight back like they had made her do. Kerrigan looked down at him, and a limp smile spread across her lips. "I wold like that very much.'
" I'm glad to hear that, Ms. Evans, we already have a place ready for you, tomorrow the other children will be back and I may introduce you to them.'
" I thank you Professor, for everything you've done for me. But may I ask one more thing?"
" Of course."
' My name is Griffin, now."