Author's Note: Yeah like I could own a mutli-million dollar comic book
industry *rolls eyes* yada yada, I don't own x-men bleh. Anyway, here's
Chapter 3. Enjoy!
Shifting the tattered blanket the was wrapped around her slim body, Lily tried to warm her hands on the pitiful flame that called itself a fire. She was never much good at making fires, but it was something she needed to learn. She preferred this, rather than that mansion, with all it's rules and regulations and men wanting things from you that you didn't want to give. She was residing in an abandoned warehouse, while it wasn't much, no electricity nor heat. At least it was roof over her head. Granted, she wouldn't be able to linger here long, it was rumored that the building had been bought by some rich industrialist who wished to turn it into something for business gain. Rich bastards.
"Not much of a life you have.."
She turned her head, her eyes settling on the source of the voice. A woman stood there, with short brown hair, wearing a business suit that Lily could never afford in three lifetimes. Brown eyes were hidden behind thick glasses.
Lily sighed. What did this woman want? She had met one too many rich people for her liking today. It was getting a bit old.
"Can I help you?"
A hint of a smirk formed on the woman's face. This girl had nerves, besides her mutant abilities, that was one more reason to show interest in her.
"I've come to offer you a place to stay. A place.." as she was talking, the woman began to shift form. Her skin turning from pale to dark indigo, eyes shifting from brown to yellow without the hint of iris. Her short brown hair enlongated into flaming red. "where you can fit in with others like you."
"What part of 'fuck off' don't you people understand?" Lily said cooly, with a slight hint of anger in her voice.
The woman laughed, which only annoyed Lily more. Giving herself more edge, she stood up, dropping the blanket onto the floor. The woman spoke again.
"No, we are nothing like Xaviers group. They are full of rules, and forcing you to do things. We, at the Brotherhood, believe in just handling your mutant powers on your own. Most of the children in my care at just like you Lily, no family."
What is the obsession with the people of Bayville recruiting young mutant girls from off the street, Lily thought in annoyance. Suddenly it seemed that every one wanted her to join their little organization or something.
"Let me guess, you want another mutant girl to wake up to in the morning, and say 'good morning mom."
Sarcasm dripped from her tongue like acid, and Mystique instantly decided that she liked this girl. Her smile never faltered. "You sarcasm is much to be desired, and at the Brotherhood, it would be very much appreciated."
"The Brotherhood huh? Let me guess the lost brothers need a mother to read them bed time stories?"
Another laugh. This woman didn't give up did she?
"Not at all child, don't let the name fool you. The Brotherhood is named such as we're joining mutants for a united cause."
"Why is this sounding more and more like a war pitch?"
"What did you expect dear child? Me to come bearing candy and flowers."
A ghost of a smile formed on Lily's face. She was beginning to like the woman. She had a wit that matched hers, and rather than reprimand her for her sarcasm, she encouraged it.
"Lesbian, I am not."
"I hadn't figured," Mystique responded, laughing, "However, are you at all interested in joining my team?" She reached out one indigo colored hand to the young girl.
Lily reached out, and took Mystique's hand. "Sure, why not? Making up stories for the lost brothers will beat the dinky fire and the warehouse any day."
*************
This certainly wasn't the mansion. It was a small two-story house, with a dingy yard. The house itself looked like it was about to fall apart. Somehow, she didn't see how this was much better than the warehouse.
Mystique choose to walk through the door first, letting Lily come in second. The place almost seemed deserted, but with one quick shout from the older lady, it seemed to liven up. Everyone came running downstairs, except for the girl, who took her time almost in defiance.
The girl had long green hair, and eyes to match. She was tall, up to five foot eight inches, with long legs and curves in the right places. She held herself with confidence, and her eyes had a 'mightier-than-thou' glint in them. She eyed Lily, distrust immediately registering on her face.
The guys varied. One was tall, and wide, one was short and ugly. Two of them were pretty tall, one with white hair that stuck out in the back, the other with semi-long brown hair. The last one, who was standing next to the green haired woman, had long blonde hair, with bangs that he had brushed behind his ear. Two blue eyes locked with Lily's for a moment, before moving over towards Mystique.
"This is Lily," Mystique said simply, "She will be joining you."
"You woke me up for that?" the green haired girl spoke up, obviously annoyed.
Everyone went quiet as another girl decended down. While normally, it would seem that Mystique would reprimand someone for being late, she didn't seem to need to. She just watched the other girl silently. Lily looked at her, and tilted her head just a bit.
Goth, was what came to mind first. She wore a dark red top, with black leather pants. Bracelets and arm bands scattered up and down her arms, some with spikes some not. She wore a choker with a cross hanging from it and dark make-up. She had black hair that was cropped almost boyishly short, with dark blue eyes that held anger in them. It made you want to back away.
"I have other business to attend to...so play nicely." Mystique smirked just a bit, and walked out the door. This would prove interesting.
As soon as their boss left, all the Brotherhood members seemed to scatter. Only one of them walked over towards Lily, who was just standing there. "My name is Wanda," she said, holding out a hand.
"Lily," she said, shaking the other girl's hand.
Wanda stood there awkwardly for a moment, she didn't know exactly what to do. Never one for being exactly friendly. But it wasn't like the other members were going out of their way to introduce themselves.
"That's Lorna," she said, gesturing towards the green haired girl who seemed to be giving the blonde hair guy a death look, "and Alex."
Upon hearing his name, Alex turned his head, and offered Lily a smile. Making Wanda roll her eyes in annoyance.
"Over in the kitchen, is Peitro, Lance, Fred, and Todd." She said that last name with distaste. And Lily knew why. The smell that radiated off of Todd certainly wasn't something to enjoy. But what was worse, is that he turned his head and winked at Lily.
"Ugh," she said, rolling her eyes a bit.
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"There is no fucking way I'm going to school," Lily voiced her opinion, standing there with her arms crossed over her chest.
She detested school, distrusted her teachers. They always seemed to chipper for their own goods, much less did they eye Lily like she was the plague upon earth or something. At her old school, every time she applied herself she was accused of cheating. What was the point.
"Lily, trust me, if you don't go to school, Mystique won't be happy," Lance said, pulling his bag further up his shoulder.
"And I should care why?"
"Oh come on," Lorna said, grabbing Lily's arm and dragging her out the door.
School was that same no matter where one went. One giant building surrounded by a mess load of smaller buildings. Two parking lots, one for students one for teachers. Of course the track field, as well as a mock football field. Damn, school was annoying.
Lily walked down the hall in a bad mood, she had just met Principal Kelly, and endured a long speech that she didn't much care to hear. Now she was heading into class. There was one spot left, in the back of the class. Which suited Lily just fine, only nerds sat up front. Which explained the dark blue haired loser sitting there, tapping his foot eagerly.
Her seat, which was small and cramped, was next to one of the many girls in the classroom. But this one was different, she was sitting there, staring absently at her black gloved fingers as any other woman would her nails. Wearing one see-through green shirt, with a darker green tank-top underneath. A leather skirt, with black stockings. She wore thick boots, that perhaps made her seem taller than she should be. Dark auburn hair flowed down to her neck, her bangs were white. She picked up her pen, and pulled her long sleeve up, and began to draw on her arm boredly while the teacher droned on.
"Man, this class is SO lame," the girl said, her voice had at this southern drawl.
"Tell me about it." Lily responded.
The girl turned her head, and looked at Lily. Almost as if she was silently saying 'who was talking to you?' She cleared her throat slightly, and tapped her finger on the desk.
"Yer new here, aren't ya?"
"My, my, my...the people of Bayville certainly have a firm grasp on the concept of the obvious."
She laughed slightly. Then again, Lily seemed to have that effect on people. "Perhaps it's our keen sense of observation."
"Perhaps.."
Rogue turned slightly in her seat, getting a better view of Lily. She seemed to run with her general type of people. And she instantly liked her sarcasm. "Mah name's Rogue."
"Let me guess. You named yourself? or your parents were extremely drunk?"
A snort came from Rogue. "I named mahself, because mah actual name isn't somethin' that suits me.."
"Fair enough..." Lily glanced up at the blackboard for a moment, absorbing knowledge as if that was mutant gift. While it wasn't, she was exceptionally smart, just didn't exactly like to apply it.
"So what's yer..."
"Name? Lily."
"Now that makes me wonder if yer parents were on crack, naming ya after a flower."
"Guess I deserved that."
"Yup...make fun o'mah name, Ah make fun o'yers."
"Oh well, gotta have a sense of humor right?"
"Yeah, else we'd all be as borin' as our teacher.."
Lily laughed slightly, and made her voice drone much like that of their teach, "Yes....we'd all be talking like this."
What brought the teachers attention to them was the insessent talking, and soft laughing the girls were emitting. "Excuse me girls, but this is English 2...not a country club."
"Really?" Lily pretended to just be noticing something, looking around in mock confusement, "I hadn't noticed."
*******
Lunch was usually uneventful, but since Rogue had decided to join her, it had suddenly become the opposite. She sat there, talking about different totally random things, that often ddn't make sense but for some reason Lily enjoyed it.
More often than not however, Rogue would stop to make fun of someone walking by, letting Lily actually say a few things in the matter. But mostly, she was doing the talking. Clueing Lily in on a few things that might help her as Bayville High School.
But, when Rogue suddenly stopped talking, it brought Lily's attention to the reason why. Scott Summers had sat down not to far away from them, and from the look on Rogue's face, it became obvious the reason for her silence. She liked him, but from Lily's point of view, she couldn't see why. That was the guy who was rude to her while she was talking to Xavier.
"Do you like that guy?"
"No.." Rogue responded too quickly for the statement to be true.
Lily snorted. How could someone like Rogue, totally gothic, like someone as preppy as Scott Summers. But from the way he was staring at a red headed girl. It didn't seem like he returned said feelings. Which was a shame almost.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully, Lily learned a little more than she wished too. By the time she got home, she wanted nothing more than to curl up on her bed and sleep. But instead, she picked up Lance's guitar and began to play it. Fiddling with the strings absently, trying to find a tune that might match the words that are running through her head.
Next Chapter: Love interest!
Shifting the tattered blanket the was wrapped around her slim body, Lily tried to warm her hands on the pitiful flame that called itself a fire. She was never much good at making fires, but it was something she needed to learn. She preferred this, rather than that mansion, with all it's rules and regulations and men wanting things from you that you didn't want to give. She was residing in an abandoned warehouse, while it wasn't much, no electricity nor heat. At least it was roof over her head. Granted, she wouldn't be able to linger here long, it was rumored that the building had been bought by some rich industrialist who wished to turn it into something for business gain. Rich bastards.
"Not much of a life you have.."
She turned her head, her eyes settling on the source of the voice. A woman stood there, with short brown hair, wearing a business suit that Lily could never afford in three lifetimes. Brown eyes were hidden behind thick glasses.
Lily sighed. What did this woman want? She had met one too many rich people for her liking today. It was getting a bit old.
"Can I help you?"
A hint of a smirk formed on the woman's face. This girl had nerves, besides her mutant abilities, that was one more reason to show interest in her.
"I've come to offer you a place to stay. A place.." as she was talking, the woman began to shift form. Her skin turning from pale to dark indigo, eyes shifting from brown to yellow without the hint of iris. Her short brown hair enlongated into flaming red. "where you can fit in with others like you."
"What part of 'fuck off' don't you people understand?" Lily said cooly, with a slight hint of anger in her voice.
The woman laughed, which only annoyed Lily more. Giving herself more edge, she stood up, dropping the blanket onto the floor. The woman spoke again.
"No, we are nothing like Xaviers group. They are full of rules, and forcing you to do things. We, at the Brotherhood, believe in just handling your mutant powers on your own. Most of the children in my care at just like you Lily, no family."
What is the obsession with the people of Bayville recruiting young mutant girls from off the street, Lily thought in annoyance. Suddenly it seemed that every one wanted her to join their little organization or something.
"Let me guess, you want another mutant girl to wake up to in the morning, and say 'good morning mom."
Sarcasm dripped from her tongue like acid, and Mystique instantly decided that she liked this girl. Her smile never faltered. "You sarcasm is much to be desired, and at the Brotherhood, it would be very much appreciated."
"The Brotherhood huh? Let me guess the lost brothers need a mother to read them bed time stories?"
Another laugh. This woman didn't give up did she?
"Not at all child, don't let the name fool you. The Brotherhood is named such as we're joining mutants for a united cause."
"Why is this sounding more and more like a war pitch?"
"What did you expect dear child? Me to come bearing candy and flowers."
A ghost of a smile formed on Lily's face. She was beginning to like the woman. She had a wit that matched hers, and rather than reprimand her for her sarcasm, she encouraged it.
"Lesbian, I am not."
"I hadn't figured," Mystique responded, laughing, "However, are you at all interested in joining my team?" She reached out one indigo colored hand to the young girl.
Lily reached out, and took Mystique's hand. "Sure, why not? Making up stories for the lost brothers will beat the dinky fire and the warehouse any day."
*************
This certainly wasn't the mansion. It was a small two-story house, with a dingy yard. The house itself looked like it was about to fall apart. Somehow, she didn't see how this was much better than the warehouse.
Mystique choose to walk through the door first, letting Lily come in second. The place almost seemed deserted, but with one quick shout from the older lady, it seemed to liven up. Everyone came running downstairs, except for the girl, who took her time almost in defiance.
The girl had long green hair, and eyes to match. She was tall, up to five foot eight inches, with long legs and curves in the right places. She held herself with confidence, and her eyes had a 'mightier-than-thou' glint in them. She eyed Lily, distrust immediately registering on her face.
The guys varied. One was tall, and wide, one was short and ugly. Two of them were pretty tall, one with white hair that stuck out in the back, the other with semi-long brown hair. The last one, who was standing next to the green haired woman, had long blonde hair, with bangs that he had brushed behind his ear. Two blue eyes locked with Lily's for a moment, before moving over towards Mystique.
"This is Lily," Mystique said simply, "She will be joining you."
"You woke me up for that?" the green haired girl spoke up, obviously annoyed.
Everyone went quiet as another girl decended down. While normally, it would seem that Mystique would reprimand someone for being late, she didn't seem to need to. She just watched the other girl silently. Lily looked at her, and tilted her head just a bit.
Goth, was what came to mind first. She wore a dark red top, with black leather pants. Bracelets and arm bands scattered up and down her arms, some with spikes some not. She wore a choker with a cross hanging from it and dark make-up. She had black hair that was cropped almost boyishly short, with dark blue eyes that held anger in them. It made you want to back away.
"I have other business to attend to...so play nicely." Mystique smirked just a bit, and walked out the door. This would prove interesting.
As soon as their boss left, all the Brotherhood members seemed to scatter. Only one of them walked over towards Lily, who was just standing there. "My name is Wanda," she said, holding out a hand.
"Lily," she said, shaking the other girl's hand.
Wanda stood there awkwardly for a moment, she didn't know exactly what to do. Never one for being exactly friendly. But it wasn't like the other members were going out of their way to introduce themselves.
"That's Lorna," she said, gesturing towards the green haired girl who seemed to be giving the blonde hair guy a death look, "and Alex."
Upon hearing his name, Alex turned his head, and offered Lily a smile. Making Wanda roll her eyes in annoyance.
"Over in the kitchen, is Peitro, Lance, Fred, and Todd." She said that last name with distaste. And Lily knew why. The smell that radiated off of Todd certainly wasn't something to enjoy. But what was worse, is that he turned his head and winked at Lily.
"Ugh," she said, rolling her eyes a bit.
*****************
"There is no fucking way I'm going to school," Lily voiced her opinion, standing there with her arms crossed over her chest.
She detested school, distrusted her teachers. They always seemed to chipper for their own goods, much less did they eye Lily like she was the plague upon earth or something. At her old school, every time she applied herself she was accused of cheating. What was the point.
"Lily, trust me, if you don't go to school, Mystique won't be happy," Lance said, pulling his bag further up his shoulder.
"And I should care why?"
"Oh come on," Lorna said, grabbing Lily's arm and dragging her out the door.
School was that same no matter where one went. One giant building surrounded by a mess load of smaller buildings. Two parking lots, one for students one for teachers. Of course the track field, as well as a mock football field. Damn, school was annoying.
Lily walked down the hall in a bad mood, she had just met Principal Kelly, and endured a long speech that she didn't much care to hear. Now she was heading into class. There was one spot left, in the back of the class. Which suited Lily just fine, only nerds sat up front. Which explained the dark blue haired loser sitting there, tapping his foot eagerly.
Her seat, which was small and cramped, was next to one of the many girls in the classroom. But this one was different, she was sitting there, staring absently at her black gloved fingers as any other woman would her nails. Wearing one see-through green shirt, with a darker green tank-top underneath. A leather skirt, with black stockings. She wore thick boots, that perhaps made her seem taller than she should be. Dark auburn hair flowed down to her neck, her bangs were white. She picked up her pen, and pulled her long sleeve up, and began to draw on her arm boredly while the teacher droned on.
"Man, this class is SO lame," the girl said, her voice had at this southern drawl.
"Tell me about it." Lily responded.
The girl turned her head, and looked at Lily. Almost as if she was silently saying 'who was talking to you?' She cleared her throat slightly, and tapped her finger on the desk.
"Yer new here, aren't ya?"
"My, my, my...the people of Bayville certainly have a firm grasp on the concept of the obvious."
She laughed slightly. Then again, Lily seemed to have that effect on people. "Perhaps it's our keen sense of observation."
"Perhaps.."
Rogue turned slightly in her seat, getting a better view of Lily. She seemed to run with her general type of people. And she instantly liked her sarcasm. "Mah name's Rogue."
"Let me guess. You named yourself? or your parents were extremely drunk?"
A snort came from Rogue. "I named mahself, because mah actual name isn't somethin' that suits me.."
"Fair enough..." Lily glanced up at the blackboard for a moment, absorbing knowledge as if that was mutant gift. While it wasn't, she was exceptionally smart, just didn't exactly like to apply it.
"So what's yer..."
"Name? Lily."
"Now that makes me wonder if yer parents were on crack, naming ya after a flower."
"Guess I deserved that."
"Yup...make fun o'mah name, Ah make fun o'yers."
"Oh well, gotta have a sense of humor right?"
"Yeah, else we'd all be as borin' as our teacher.."
Lily laughed slightly, and made her voice drone much like that of their teach, "Yes....we'd all be talking like this."
What brought the teachers attention to them was the insessent talking, and soft laughing the girls were emitting. "Excuse me girls, but this is English 2...not a country club."
"Really?" Lily pretended to just be noticing something, looking around in mock confusement, "I hadn't noticed."
*******
Lunch was usually uneventful, but since Rogue had decided to join her, it had suddenly become the opposite. She sat there, talking about different totally random things, that often ddn't make sense but for some reason Lily enjoyed it.
More often than not however, Rogue would stop to make fun of someone walking by, letting Lily actually say a few things in the matter. But mostly, she was doing the talking. Clueing Lily in on a few things that might help her as Bayville High School.
But, when Rogue suddenly stopped talking, it brought Lily's attention to the reason why. Scott Summers had sat down not to far away from them, and from the look on Rogue's face, it became obvious the reason for her silence. She liked him, but from Lily's point of view, she couldn't see why. That was the guy who was rude to her while she was talking to Xavier.
"Do you like that guy?"
"No.." Rogue responded too quickly for the statement to be true.
Lily snorted. How could someone like Rogue, totally gothic, like someone as preppy as Scott Summers. But from the way he was staring at a red headed girl. It didn't seem like he returned said feelings. Which was a shame almost.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully, Lily learned a little more than she wished too. By the time she got home, she wanted nothing more than to curl up on her bed and sleep. But instead, she picked up Lance's guitar and began to play it. Fiddling with the strings absently, trying to find a tune that might match the words that are running through her head.
Next Chapter: Love interest!