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After getting over the shock of seeing 'herself' in the mirror, Alison remembered the flame in her hand. Gazing closer at it she couldn't detect any scent of burning skin. She could however hear, smell, and see more than she ever could before. Eerily, the silver flame in her hand extinguished when she clasped her fist. Searching her brain, Alison felt her demon locked away safely in the back of her mind. Now all she had to do was figure out what the hell had happened to her. Trying to think through all the possibilities her breath suddenly caught in her chest. On the news, she had seen them, what were they called? Mutants! That's what she was. Cringing she remembered her parents views on the issue. Alison knew what would happen if she stayed. Her parents were too wrapped up in the new baby to love her much anyway, and her father's words still rang clearly in her ears, "Humph, If I were the parent of one of those...things...I would just ship the brat to a testing facility. That's what I would do." Alison's mother had simply nodded her agreement. The young girl moaned and sank to her knees, she would have to run, run far away.
After packing what little she had, Alison crept through her window and leapt nimbly from the roof landing on her feet. Her eyebrows raised in surprise, she was always somewhat of a klutz and had been expecting to trip. Shaking herself Alison looked down at the newspaper clipping in her hand she had kept from the Sunday paper. It was about a school for the mutant children that were un-welcome in their own homes. The article had intrigued her and for some reason she had kept it. Tearing her gaze from the tiny printed address she put the paper in her jacket pocket and glanced at the night sky. Dark clouds covered the moon and thunder rumbled in the distance. Sighing, Alison sprinted off into the night.
Sure enough, after an hour rain poured down on the running girl. Strangely, Alison had only had to take one break from her mad dash towards the instutute. Her clothes soaked through, she finally approached the humongous lot of the school. She grinned at the irony, only yesterday her parents had considered moving, they were uncomfortable with the closeness of the school of mutants.
Alison scaled the gate in no time, but paused sensing something out of place. Looking around she saw various wires leading to multiple alarms. Sighing she leapt nimbly around the alrams staying mainly to the trees. All to soon two large oak doors loomed in front of her. Raising a gloved hand Alison tentavily knocked then almost turned around to leave when the door opened.
Rogue was in the kitchen making a sandwhich when she heard a knock at the door. "Hey, could one of y'all get that?" Screams could be heard from the rec room where a full on pillow war was being waged. "Hey!" After being completely ignored Rogue abandoned her meal and headed toward the door mumbling something about 'stupid late night pizza deliveries'. After letting her eyes adjust to the darkness outside Rogue almost fell over with shock. A girl her age, soaked to the bone and wearing a hood low over her face was standing shivering in the doorway. "What the hell?"
After getting over the shock of seeing 'herself' in the mirror, Alison remembered the flame in her hand. Gazing closer at it she couldn't detect any scent of burning skin. She could however hear, smell, and see more than she ever could before. Eerily, the silver flame in her hand extinguished when she clasped her fist. Searching her brain, Alison felt her demon locked away safely in the back of her mind. Now all she had to do was figure out what the hell had happened to her. Trying to think through all the possibilities her breath suddenly caught in her chest. On the news, she had seen them, what were they called? Mutants! That's what she was. Cringing she remembered her parents views on the issue. Alison knew what would happen if she stayed. Her parents were too wrapped up in the new baby to love her much anyway, and her father's words still rang clearly in her ears, "Humph, If I were the parent of one of those...things...I would just ship the brat to a testing facility. That's what I would do." Alison's mother had simply nodded her agreement. The young girl moaned and sank to her knees, she would have to run, run far away.
After packing what little she had, Alison crept through her window and leapt nimbly from the roof landing on her feet. Her eyebrows raised in surprise, she was always somewhat of a klutz and had been expecting to trip. Shaking herself Alison looked down at the newspaper clipping in her hand she had kept from the Sunday paper. It was about a school for the mutant children that were un-welcome in their own homes. The article had intrigued her and for some reason she had kept it. Tearing her gaze from the tiny printed address she put the paper in her jacket pocket and glanced at the night sky. Dark clouds covered the moon and thunder rumbled in the distance. Sighing, Alison sprinted off into the night.
Sure enough, after an hour rain poured down on the running girl. Strangely, Alison had only had to take one break from her mad dash towards the instutute. Her clothes soaked through, she finally approached the humongous lot of the school. She grinned at the irony, only yesterday her parents had considered moving, they were uncomfortable with the closeness of the school of mutants.
Alison scaled the gate in no time, but paused sensing something out of place. Looking around she saw various wires leading to multiple alarms. Sighing she leapt nimbly around the alrams staying mainly to the trees. All to soon two large oak doors loomed in front of her. Raising a gloved hand Alison tentavily knocked then almost turned around to leave when the door opened.
Rogue was in the kitchen making a sandwhich when she heard a knock at the door. "Hey, could one of y'all get that?" Screams could be heard from the rec room where a full on pillow war was being waged. "Hey!" After being completely ignored Rogue abandoned her meal and headed toward the door mumbling something about 'stupid late night pizza deliveries'. After letting her eyes adjust to the darkness outside Rogue almost fell over with shock. A girl her age, soaked to the bone and wearing a hood low over her face was standing shivering in the doorway. "What the hell?"