Unlikely
Chapter Two: A Different Kind of Special
"Sir?" The door to Tom's study creaked open.
"Call me Uncle Tom, or just Tom if you're that uncomfortable." Said Tom smiling as he turned in his chair to face Mia.
She stood immobile, her petite body wrapped in pink silk. He had to smile at this; obviously his wife had taken the girls shopping… and picked out their clothes. Yet something puzzled him. She still wore gloves, this time white dress gloves.
Since they were alone, he felt more confident about asking such rude questions.
"I hope you don't mind my asking, but why do you wear gloves so often?"
Mia smiled weakly at him. It was obvious the smile was hollow. Her violet colored eyes dimmed with emptiness.
He couldn't blame her though; she'd lost all family she'd ever known. Eventually even the foster families considered her bad luck and refused to take her, though they welcomed her disabled sister with open arms. But he didn't believe in superstitions, and though his wife did, managed to convince her into adopting both sisters.
"To put it simply, I'm a mutant." Tom gasped. Of all the answers he'd prepared himself for, that hadn't been one of them. "Before you take a dip in the deep end, let me really earn your disapproval." Compromised Mia. Tom nodded, unable to do anything else but gasped for breath. "Don't come to dinner tonight."
"Why?" Managed to gasp Tom. Mia closed her eyes, her smirk vanishing from sight. "Why should I trust you?"
"I'm not sure. After all, what's that those other foster families have said? Oh yeah, I'm bad luck."
"Well I'm afraid I don't believe in superstitions." Claimed Tom, standing up from his seat.
"You should, that's the truest statement anyone's ever said about me." She whispered, turning her head away from Tom. "That's my curse, you see. I wear gloves because I'm selfish."
"I don't understand."
"When I touch people, I can see their future, or their past. Unfortunately, just before dinner, neither will matter for you."
The room fell into a dead silence.
"What do you mean?" Asked Tom slowly.
"Don't come to dinner." Repeated Mia firmly then turned and left before Tom could continue to question.
Uncle Tom stared after her elfin form until she disappeared around a corner down the hallway. He glanced at a clock to his left and sighed. Dinner would be in five minutes. It would be simple to listen to her; he could just stay in his office and finish his work.
But arrogance pressed his mind, and curiosity got the better of him. He stood and took his dining jacket from the coat rack and left his office, walking down the halls towards the smell of supper.
Down in the dining room, a loud crash was heard only a hallway away.
"What in the name of-," Aunt Annette stood and disappeared down another hallway that would lead her to the horrific scene much faster. A blood-curdling scream rang out not ten seconds later.
Under the table, Maggie's bare hand found her sister's gloved one.
"Poor Uncle Tom." Said Maggie sadly.
"Yeah, poor Uncle Tom." Whispered Mia.
Author's note: Aw, how sad! I can't believe I wrote that! Actually I can… -_- … gees I'm depressing. Anyway, hope you readers are reviewing! Reviews really help me write faster, and that means quicker updates… ^. ^ …
Preview of Chapter Three: Sometimes God Just Isn't Listening
Pietro stared at the new girl attending his school. Word was that she was an orphan with a retarded sister. Meaning she was fresh meat for him to chew out. A sadistic smile curved his lips, his blue eyes flashing malevolently.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own X-Men: Evolution™. Unfortunately for some, I do own this plot and all of my original characters.