Chapter 1
"Where'd the basketball go?"
"It rolled over here somewhere."
Voices awoke a girl sitting in a tree. She sat up and peered below her curiously to see the noisemakers. They were two boys both around the same age. They were walking along the sidewalk looking for there basketball. Krista was sitting in a tree in the Baville park and she reminded herself it was foolish to think it would be very quiet here. Kids were always playing around in this neighborhood. Krista was a fidgety sixteen year old with curios brown eyes and short, jaggedly cut and knotted hair, who wore a cloak that looked like it had better days. The reason it was so battered was she had been traveling for days to get to Baville and hadn't been able to keep good care of it. Sitting up straighter she watched the two people.
"I'll go check by that tree." The first boy said. He was tall, about Krista's age, and had a bleached blond hair with a orange peacock of hair in the front.
"Alright. I'll go look in the bushes over there Ray." Said the second guy and wandered off.
Krista scrunched back in the tree as the boy started her way. She slipped on the hem of her cloak and next thing she knew she fell right out of the tree and landed headfirst on the ground in a heap. "What the?!" Ray yelled and jumped back. "Hey Bobby get back over here! Some girl just fell out of that tree!"
"What?" Bobby said and ran over. Krista tried to make the images stand still so she could run but she couldn't even tell which person was which. She was also painfully aware that her tail was showing. A souvenir from a deserted island and a constant reminder of her past. "You ok?" Ray asked. He knelt in front of her. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
Krista starred at him dizzily. "Depends on how many hands your supposed to have." She mumbled as the images swirled.
"Here. This should help." Bobby said. He walked up and a cold chill warped around her acing head soothing the pain in the way a ice pack would and suddenly Krista was seeing straight again.
"How'd ya do that?" Krista asked in surprise, forgetting what was the obvious answer.
"I'm a mutant, and it looks like I'm not the only one." Bobby said gesturing to Krista's tail. "I'm Bobby and this is my friend Ray."
"What's your name?" Ray asked.
"I'm Kristen, I mean Krasta, I mean Krista." Krista stuttered, embarrassed she forgot her own name for a second. She could tell bobby was trying not to laugh at her silly stammering. She felt her tail twitching slightly at her side and without thinking she had morphed cat and shot up the tree. She looked around until she saw her watch dangling from one of the branches. She demorphed, put it on and was ready to leave once again when she accidently teleported back to the base of the tree instead of to the edge of the park.
"So, your a metemorph AND a teleporter." Ray said friendly. Krista shook her head, her face red. "So, you live around here?"
"Well, no. Not exactly. I don't live anywhere. I'm just passing through."
"Where are you goin'?"
"I don't know. Somewhere." Krista shrugged. She was fidgeting. She disliked mutants, even if she was one herself. She was afraid of them and of herself. Every time she came across one something bad happened.
"Well, you can't just go off without knowing where your going. Why not come with us to the Xavier Institute. We live there and Professor Xavier would love to have you."
"I-i don't know."
"Well, think on it. If you want a place to stay, you know who to go to. See you Krista." And the two walked off leaving behind a very confused Krista.
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"Where'd the basketball go?"
"It rolled over here somewhere."
Voices awoke a girl sitting in a tree. She sat up and peered below her curiously to see the noisemakers. They were two boys both around the same age. They were walking along the sidewalk looking for there basketball. Krista was sitting in a tree in the Baville park and she reminded herself it was foolish to think it would be very quiet here. Kids were always playing around in this neighborhood. Krista was a fidgety sixteen year old with curios brown eyes and short, jaggedly cut and knotted hair, who wore a cloak that looked like it had better days. The reason it was so battered was she had been traveling for days to get to Baville and hadn't been able to keep good care of it. Sitting up straighter she watched the two people.
"I'll go check by that tree." The first boy said. He was tall, about Krista's age, and had a bleached blond hair with a orange peacock of hair in the front.
"Alright. I'll go look in the bushes over there Ray." Said the second guy and wandered off.
Krista scrunched back in the tree as the boy started her way. She slipped on the hem of her cloak and next thing she knew she fell right out of the tree and landed headfirst on the ground in a heap. "What the?!" Ray yelled and jumped back. "Hey Bobby get back over here! Some girl just fell out of that tree!"
"What?" Bobby said and ran over. Krista tried to make the images stand still so she could run but she couldn't even tell which person was which. She was also painfully aware that her tail was showing. A souvenir from a deserted island and a constant reminder of her past. "You ok?" Ray asked. He knelt in front of her. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
Krista starred at him dizzily. "Depends on how many hands your supposed to have." She mumbled as the images swirled.
"Here. This should help." Bobby said. He walked up and a cold chill warped around her acing head soothing the pain in the way a ice pack would and suddenly Krista was seeing straight again.
"How'd ya do that?" Krista asked in surprise, forgetting what was the obvious answer.
"I'm a mutant, and it looks like I'm not the only one." Bobby said gesturing to Krista's tail. "I'm Bobby and this is my friend Ray."
"What's your name?" Ray asked.
"I'm Kristen, I mean Krasta, I mean Krista." Krista stuttered, embarrassed she forgot her own name for a second. She could tell bobby was trying not to laugh at her silly stammering. She felt her tail twitching slightly at her side and without thinking she had morphed cat and shot up the tree. She looked around until she saw her watch dangling from one of the branches. She demorphed, put it on and was ready to leave once again when she accidently teleported back to the base of the tree instead of to the edge of the park.
"So, your a metemorph AND a teleporter." Ray said friendly. Krista shook her head, her face red. "So, you live around here?"
"Well, no. Not exactly. I don't live anywhere. I'm just passing through."
"Where are you goin'?"
"I don't know. Somewhere." Krista shrugged. She was fidgeting. She disliked mutants, even if she was one herself. She was afraid of them and of herself. Every time she came across one something bad happened.
"Well, you can't just go off without knowing where your going. Why not come with us to the Xavier Institute. We live there and Professor Xavier would love to have you."
"I-i don't know."
"Well, think on it. If you want a place to stay, you know who to go to. See you Krista." And the two walked off leaving behind a very confused Krista.
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