A/N: Hi ya'll!!! This is my first ever fanfic! So be gentle on the reviews,
ok? ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men or anyone from Marvel, I only own Angelica whose my original character. I'm only using them for my own entertainment, I'm not making any money off of this so don't sue me! Thank you, and now on with the show!!!
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Chapter 1
It was a non-typical day over at the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. It was calm and quiet, and no one was complaining. After all the frenzy from the past couple of months, days like these were scarce but tremendously welcomed by the students and faculty at the Institute.
Most of the students were out by the pool lounging around, having a good time just relaxing under the early summer sun. Ororo was in her attic "green house" (1) tending to her plants. Hank was in one of the underground labs conducting one of his experiments. Logan was out on the front yard fixing one of the bikes that needed some tweeking. And the Professor was in his office filling out some forms, when...
"PROFESSOR!!!"
The Prof, accidentally making a line half way across one of the forms he was concentrating on, looked up at the figure who just burst through his office doors. "Jean what's wrong?" he asked startled.
"Professor we've got to go to New York City! Now!" Jean blurted out.
"Jean, sit down and order your thoughts, and tell me what's wrong." ordered the Prof.
Jean shook her head in order to place herself into a more calm state. She took a seat across the Prof's desk. She seemed to hesitate, finding a way to explain what she just encountered. "I was down in Cerebro, just...testing out how far I can tune my powers. I was concentrating on zoning in on one person and then going on to another, but there was this one person in particular. You know how we've programmed Cerebro to identify people with the X-gene, right? Activated or Dormant? Well this person...this girl, I happened to be concentrating on her when...when..." She hesitated unsure of how to explain, so she did the next best thing. She "showed" the Professor what she encountered.
~Disturbing images of blood ridden clawed hands, hearts and crushed necks splattered with the crimson ooze, droplets of the sticky red stuff sliding off a pair of sharp incisors, half-dead bleeding bodies struggling for life dragging themselves on the dark floor, and the eyes...those blood red eyes that pierce into your soul and you pray you never come across them for you know when you do, you'll be dead before you even know it.~
This transpired in mere seconds and the Prof already had enough, he cut their psychic bond immediately. "That...that is something I'll be glad not to experience again."
"I'm sorry Professor, but...but I couldn't put it in words, that was the only way I...I could-" Jean was cut off.
"It's alright Jean I understand, and I agree with you. We should go and seek out this girl, I fear she may need our protection before she harms anyone, or herself."
(1) Is that place called a green house? Or is something else? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey Angie! You forgot to wait on table 14!" Carlos yapped.
"Oh no I didn't. My shift is over and I'm gettin' my booty outta here!" Angelica playfully snapped back.
"Well I want cha back here at seven tomorrow, ya got that?" Carlos explained trying to get the brunette's attention, but to no avail.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say you overgrown pig face." she responded under her breath, already out the door.
Angelica hailed a cab and got in. It was 6pm on a Saturday night and she knew what she wanted to do. Party, Party, Party!!! When she got home she took a shower, had a frozen burrito and checked her answering machine, three messages.
*BEEP* "Hey Angie! Just callin' to see if you're gonna make it tonight. Cuz we are gonna Paaaaar-tay! Haha! So call me on my cell when you can, I'll talk to ya later, bye!"
Angelica chuckled at her friend's little message while putting her purse together.
*BEEP* "Um, hi. Angelica Ramirez this is Claire Valentine from Our Lady of the Grace Memorial Hospital. I'm afraid I have some bad news, my dear. I don't think it's something you'd like to be told on your answering machine, so I suggest that you come down here immediately...We...have some things to discuss. Our address is 1247 Resident Ave. I hope to see you soon."
Angelica was out the door right before that message was over.
*BEEP* "Hello Angelica Ramirez. My name is Professor Charles Xavier and I am the head of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters....
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It had been a week since her mother died. She hadn't gone to work, she only stayed in the dark of her apartment, she didn't care what was outside in the world, to her it was only filled with assholes and bitches who deserved to die. There was no good at all in the world, none what so ever if they killed little old ladies who only did everything they could to take care of their daughters. Her mother had been getting off from work when she got shot in the chest by a mugger. Angie knew she only had about 40 dollars on her. Was that the price of her mom's life? Forty measly dollars? Angie broke down crying again on her couch, when a couple minutes later there was a knock on the door. She thought about just staying on the couch and wait until they left but she felt it was time to face the God-forsaken world once again.
She opened the door a bit with only the chain latch on. She saw a bald white man in a wheelchair and a tall redhead next to him. "Can I help you?"
"Yes, Ms. Ramirez, am I correct?" She nodded at the bald man. "My name is Professor Charles Xavier, I've been trying to reach you this past week. I understand you've suffered a terrible loss."
"Yes I have. What do you want?" she almost hissed.
"I simply would like to have a discussion with you Ms. Ramirez. It concerns you and your mutation." the Prof stated lightly.
There was a quiet and long pause among the three of them. Finally Angie broke it, "Listen, I'm sure whatever it is you're sellin' is great and all, but don't make me be rude and call the cops on your asses."
~And that's not being rude?~ Jean questioned herself letting the Prof "hear" her thought.
"Please Ms. Ramirez, I urge you to let us in, this is very important. When your mutation manifests itself it may be in a harmful manner not only to you but to others as well." the Prof explained.
Angelica only gawked at them with her bright hazel eyes and blank stare.
Finally the redhead spoke, "The Professor has a wonderful school where he can teach you how to control your powers."
"Powers? What powers? What the hell are you guys talkin' about? And mutation? What the fuck?! I'm not a mutant!" Angie yelled.
"Not yet, but you do carry the dormant X-gene. That means it could manifest itself at anytime." replied Jean.
"I'm not a fucking mutie! You got it?! You guys sound like a fuckin' mutant worshipping cult you know that?! Now...just...just...go the hell away or I'm seriously gonna call the cops! Ya hear me?! You...you...MUTANT LOVERS!!!" *SLAM* With that she slammed her door on the two other mutants faces.
"Well, that didn't go as planned now did it?" Jean stated, defeated.
"We can't just give up Jean. I didn't doubt it would go like this. We need to keep surveillance on her. I'm afraid she's a ticking time-bomb." the Prof gravely said.
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Angelica was tossing and turning in her bed. A cold sweat radiated from her body. She was clearly having a nightmare...
~It's night and the moon is full. Angelica is walking on the edge of a tall building (about eight stories), it's cold and windy and she's only wearing her thin pale white nightgown. She's not shivering, but walking confidently. She looks down into a dark and cold alley where she sees five muggers trap a single young woman. They give her cat calls and start to harass her, the young woman is obviously scared. Angelica feels a sudden rush go through her, a kind of heat. She crouches down on the edge of the building still staring at the scenario that's unfolding. Finally one of the muggers pulls out a gun on the young woman. This is what triggers the explosion inside of Angelica. She jumps off the edge of the building falling faster and faster towards the dark pavement of the alley. She doesn't worry about that, she feels nothing. She amazingly lands on her feet, about a yard away from the unsuspecting group. The group notices the fear in their once-was-to-be's victim's eyes. But it's not the fear of them but of something else. They all look behind themselves. They all drop whatever weapons they had for they know it would be pointless to try and escape. The sight that they saw was too overpowering, like they were stuck in the spot where they were. Angelica, with her claws and fangs bared stood there in front of them with her mesmerizing blood red eyes. She wasted no time. She lounged at her first victim immediately clawing at his neck and chest, spilling his blood and organs to the dark ground. She grabbed another guy by the shoulders holding each shoulder in each of her hands and she pushed both shoulders together, crushing every part of his body inside. Two others were trying to hide behind a dumpster. Angelica jumped onto the wall above them, they had no idea where she was. She stealthily crawled down towards them and grabbed their heads and ripped them off with ease. There was one left, Angelica had moved so fast that he was just now trying to run away. She ran up in front of him and when he realized she wasn't behind him but in front, it was too late anyway. She grabbed his throat with one hand and raised him into the air. She quickly snapped it with one squeeze of her hand and threw his limp body against a wall. She had taken them all out in about 10 seconds. The young woman was still in the alley, in shock at the spectacle she just witnessed. Angelica walked up to the woman. The woman, very unnerved was trying to find the guts to thank her rescuer when that same person pinned her to a wall.
"W-w-what are y-y-you doing?! I'm not one of them! I'm the one you came here to rescue!" the young woman screamed.
"Who said I came here to rescue anyone?" and with that Angelica sank her fangs into her victim's neck, savoring the warmth of the crimson liquid. She drank until the body beneath her went limp. She let her victim fall to the floor. She felt satisfied, alive, she wanted more.~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: So did you like it? There's more to come! So in the meantime, REVIEW!!! ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men or anyone from Marvel, I only own Angelica whose my original character. I'm only using them for my own entertainment, I'm not making any money off of this so don't sue me! Thank you, and now on with the show!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Angelica
Chapter 1
It was a non-typical day over at the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. It was calm and quiet, and no one was complaining. After all the frenzy from the past couple of months, days like these were scarce but tremendously welcomed by the students and faculty at the Institute.
Most of the students were out by the pool lounging around, having a good time just relaxing under the early summer sun. Ororo was in her attic "green house" (1) tending to her plants. Hank was in one of the underground labs conducting one of his experiments. Logan was out on the front yard fixing one of the bikes that needed some tweeking. And the Professor was in his office filling out some forms, when...
"PROFESSOR!!!"
The Prof, accidentally making a line half way across one of the forms he was concentrating on, looked up at the figure who just burst through his office doors. "Jean what's wrong?" he asked startled.
"Professor we've got to go to New York City! Now!" Jean blurted out.
"Jean, sit down and order your thoughts, and tell me what's wrong." ordered the Prof.
Jean shook her head in order to place herself into a more calm state. She took a seat across the Prof's desk. She seemed to hesitate, finding a way to explain what she just encountered. "I was down in Cerebro, just...testing out how far I can tune my powers. I was concentrating on zoning in on one person and then going on to another, but there was this one person in particular. You know how we've programmed Cerebro to identify people with the X-gene, right? Activated or Dormant? Well this person...this girl, I happened to be concentrating on her when...when..." She hesitated unsure of how to explain, so she did the next best thing. She "showed" the Professor what she encountered.
~Disturbing images of blood ridden clawed hands, hearts and crushed necks splattered with the crimson ooze, droplets of the sticky red stuff sliding off a pair of sharp incisors, half-dead bleeding bodies struggling for life dragging themselves on the dark floor, and the eyes...those blood red eyes that pierce into your soul and you pray you never come across them for you know when you do, you'll be dead before you even know it.~
This transpired in mere seconds and the Prof already had enough, he cut their psychic bond immediately. "That...that is something I'll be glad not to experience again."
"I'm sorry Professor, but...but I couldn't put it in words, that was the only way I...I could-" Jean was cut off.
"It's alright Jean I understand, and I agree with you. We should go and seek out this girl, I fear she may need our protection before she harms anyone, or herself."
(1) Is that place called a green house? Or is something else? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey Angie! You forgot to wait on table 14!" Carlos yapped.
"Oh no I didn't. My shift is over and I'm gettin' my booty outta here!" Angelica playfully snapped back.
"Well I want cha back here at seven tomorrow, ya got that?" Carlos explained trying to get the brunette's attention, but to no avail.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say you overgrown pig face." she responded under her breath, already out the door.
Angelica hailed a cab and got in. It was 6pm on a Saturday night and she knew what she wanted to do. Party, Party, Party!!! When she got home she took a shower, had a frozen burrito and checked her answering machine, three messages.
*BEEP* "Hey Angie! Just callin' to see if you're gonna make it tonight. Cuz we are gonna Paaaaar-tay! Haha! So call me on my cell when you can, I'll talk to ya later, bye!"
Angelica chuckled at her friend's little message while putting her purse together.
*BEEP* "Um, hi. Angelica Ramirez this is Claire Valentine from Our Lady of the Grace Memorial Hospital. I'm afraid I have some bad news, my dear. I don't think it's something you'd like to be told on your answering machine, so I suggest that you come down here immediately...We...have some things to discuss. Our address is 1247 Resident Ave. I hope to see you soon."
Angelica was out the door right before that message was over.
*BEEP* "Hello Angelica Ramirez. My name is Professor Charles Xavier and I am the head of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters....
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It had been a week since her mother died. She hadn't gone to work, she only stayed in the dark of her apartment, she didn't care what was outside in the world, to her it was only filled with assholes and bitches who deserved to die. There was no good at all in the world, none what so ever if they killed little old ladies who only did everything they could to take care of their daughters. Her mother had been getting off from work when she got shot in the chest by a mugger. Angie knew she only had about 40 dollars on her. Was that the price of her mom's life? Forty measly dollars? Angie broke down crying again on her couch, when a couple minutes later there was a knock on the door. She thought about just staying on the couch and wait until they left but she felt it was time to face the God-forsaken world once again.
She opened the door a bit with only the chain latch on. She saw a bald white man in a wheelchair and a tall redhead next to him. "Can I help you?"
"Yes, Ms. Ramirez, am I correct?" She nodded at the bald man. "My name is Professor Charles Xavier, I've been trying to reach you this past week. I understand you've suffered a terrible loss."
"Yes I have. What do you want?" she almost hissed.
"I simply would like to have a discussion with you Ms. Ramirez. It concerns you and your mutation." the Prof stated lightly.
There was a quiet and long pause among the three of them. Finally Angie broke it, "Listen, I'm sure whatever it is you're sellin' is great and all, but don't make me be rude and call the cops on your asses."
~And that's not being rude?~ Jean questioned herself letting the Prof "hear" her thought.
"Please Ms. Ramirez, I urge you to let us in, this is very important. When your mutation manifests itself it may be in a harmful manner not only to you but to others as well." the Prof explained.
Angelica only gawked at them with her bright hazel eyes and blank stare.
Finally the redhead spoke, "The Professor has a wonderful school where he can teach you how to control your powers."
"Powers? What powers? What the hell are you guys talkin' about? And mutation? What the fuck?! I'm not a mutant!" Angie yelled.
"Not yet, but you do carry the dormant X-gene. That means it could manifest itself at anytime." replied Jean.
"I'm not a fucking mutie! You got it?! You guys sound like a fuckin' mutant worshipping cult you know that?! Now...just...just...go the hell away or I'm seriously gonna call the cops! Ya hear me?! You...you...MUTANT LOVERS!!!" *SLAM* With that she slammed her door on the two other mutants faces.
"Well, that didn't go as planned now did it?" Jean stated, defeated.
"We can't just give up Jean. I didn't doubt it would go like this. We need to keep surveillance on her. I'm afraid she's a ticking time-bomb." the Prof gravely said.
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Angelica was tossing and turning in her bed. A cold sweat radiated from her body. She was clearly having a nightmare...
~It's night and the moon is full. Angelica is walking on the edge of a tall building (about eight stories), it's cold and windy and she's only wearing her thin pale white nightgown. She's not shivering, but walking confidently. She looks down into a dark and cold alley where she sees five muggers trap a single young woman. They give her cat calls and start to harass her, the young woman is obviously scared. Angelica feels a sudden rush go through her, a kind of heat. She crouches down on the edge of the building still staring at the scenario that's unfolding. Finally one of the muggers pulls out a gun on the young woman. This is what triggers the explosion inside of Angelica. She jumps off the edge of the building falling faster and faster towards the dark pavement of the alley. She doesn't worry about that, she feels nothing. She amazingly lands on her feet, about a yard away from the unsuspecting group. The group notices the fear in their once-was-to-be's victim's eyes. But it's not the fear of them but of something else. They all look behind themselves. They all drop whatever weapons they had for they know it would be pointless to try and escape. The sight that they saw was too overpowering, like they were stuck in the spot where they were. Angelica, with her claws and fangs bared stood there in front of them with her mesmerizing blood red eyes. She wasted no time. She lounged at her first victim immediately clawing at his neck and chest, spilling his blood and organs to the dark ground. She grabbed another guy by the shoulders holding each shoulder in each of her hands and she pushed both shoulders together, crushing every part of his body inside. Two others were trying to hide behind a dumpster. Angelica jumped onto the wall above them, they had no idea where she was. She stealthily crawled down towards them and grabbed their heads and ripped them off with ease. There was one left, Angelica had moved so fast that he was just now trying to run away. She ran up in front of him and when he realized she wasn't behind him but in front, it was too late anyway. She grabbed his throat with one hand and raised him into the air. She quickly snapped it with one squeeze of her hand and threw his limp body against a wall. She had taken them all out in about 10 seconds. The young woman was still in the alley, in shock at the spectacle she just witnessed. Angelica walked up to the woman. The woman, very unnerved was trying to find the guts to thank her rescuer when that same person pinned her to a wall.
"W-w-what are y-y-you doing?! I'm not one of them! I'm the one you came here to rescue!" the young woman screamed.
"Who said I came here to rescue anyone?" and with that Angelica sank her fangs into her victim's neck, savoring the warmth of the crimson liquid. She drank until the body beneath her went limp. She let her victim fall to the floor. She felt satisfied, alive, she wanted more.~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: So did you like it? There's more to come! So in the meantime, REVIEW!!! ;)