AN: Hey all, this is my first X men fic. Hope you like it. I want to get
people's reactions to this before doing the 2nd part.
Taryn Lewis sat huddled in the alley, staring at her hands. She was a freak. A mutant. She had tried to hide it, tried to pretend it wasn't there, wasn't real, but she just couldn't control it anymore.
~"What did you do to him!" Screamed the voices. Taryn stumbled back.
"I..I don't know. I'm sorry." She said, tears coming down her cheeks. Andy Marcus had asked her to the dance. Taryn wasn't popular, or pretty, she actually was considered an outcast. But even she had to be a little excited when the most handsome boy she'd ever seen asked her to the school dance. But, it had all been a lie. And as they all stood by, jeering at her, she just couldn't stop. She couldn't control her emotions. And now Andy lay shattered on the gym floor.
"She's a freak!" They yelled.
"NO! It was an accident!" She said, trying to leave.
"She's running away! Get her!" They tried to grab her.
"NO! Don't touch me!" She shrieked.~
She had run away from all of them. She had to leave. She had ran to her house, grabbed some things, put on as many layers of clothing as she could to cover her skin, and left. And now she was sitting in an alley, shaking and crying. She heard footsteps approaching. She closed her eyes, hoping that whoever it was would just assume she was some homeless person and just keep walking.
()()()()()()()()
John walked down the alley. Magneto had told him a young mutant was there. She had run away from a school dance that Mystique, disguised as a teenager, had been at. Magneto had stressed that it was important for them to get to the girl before those dorks at the Institute did. He trusted Jon with the task of coming in contact with her.
He found her, huddled amongst trashcans. She looked upset, broken. John smiled at how easy this would be.
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Taryn heard the footsteps come towards her. She instinctively huddled deeper in her spot.
"Excuse me, miss?" Came a voice. Taryn slowly looked up to see a boy about her age standing over her. "Are you all right?" He asked sincerely. Taryn slowly stood up, pressing her back against the brick wall she had been sitting by.
"I'm fine." She said shakingly. "Leave me alone." The boy smiled.
"Are you Taryn?" He asked. Taryn looked at him, her brows furrowing in confussion.
"How..How'd you know my name?" She asked, fear edging her voice. John smiled and extended a hand to her.
"My name's John, I think I know some one who can help you." He said. Taryn backed away from him.
"No one can help me. I don't know who you are, but it's best if you just keep your distance." She warned. John pulled out his lighter. Taryn watched him carefully. John slowly brought the lighter to his hand, flicking it on. Taryn gasped. "What the hell are you, a friggen masochist?" She said. John didn't answer as a little ball of fire formed in his hand. Taryn's eyes widened. She looked at him. "You're a.."
"Mutant." He said. "Just like you." He waved his hand, letting the ball disappear.
"What do you want with me?" She asked.
"Why don't we have a little chat?" He asked.
Taryn Lewis sat huddled in the alley, staring at her hands. She was a freak. A mutant. She had tried to hide it, tried to pretend it wasn't there, wasn't real, but she just couldn't control it anymore.
~"What did you do to him!" Screamed the voices. Taryn stumbled back.
"I..I don't know. I'm sorry." She said, tears coming down her cheeks. Andy Marcus had asked her to the dance. Taryn wasn't popular, or pretty, she actually was considered an outcast. But even she had to be a little excited when the most handsome boy she'd ever seen asked her to the school dance. But, it had all been a lie. And as they all stood by, jeering at her, she just couldn't stop. She couldn't control her emotions. And now Andy lay shattered on the gym floor.
"She's a freak!" They yelled.
"NO! It was an accident!" She said, trying to leave.
"She's running away! Get her!" They tried to grab her.
"NO! Don't touch me!" She shrieked.~
She had run away from all of them. She had to leave. She had ran to her house, grabbed some things, put on as many layers of clothing as she could to cover her skin, and left. And now she was sitting in an alley, shaking and crying. She heard footsteps approaching. She closed her eyes, hoping that whoever it was would just assume she was some homeless person and just keep walking.
()()()()()()()()
John walked down the alley. Magneto had told him a young mutant was there. She had run away from a school dance that Mystique, disguised as a teenager, had been at. Magneto had stressed that it was important for them to get to the girl before those dorks at the Institute did. He trusted Jon with the task of coming in contact with her.
He found her, huddled amongst trashcans. She looked upset, broken. John smiled at how easy this would be.
()(((((((((((()))
Taryn heard the footsteps come towards her. She instinctively huddled deeper in her spot.
"Excuse me, miss?" Came a voice. Taryn slowly looked up to see a boy about her age standing over her. "Are you all right?" He asked sincerely. Taryn slowly stood up, pressing her back against the brick wall she had been sitting by.
"I'm fine." She said shakingly. "Leave me alone." The boy smiled.
"Are you Taryn?" He asked. Taryn looked at him, her brows furrowing in confussion.
"How..How'd you know my name?" She asked, fear edging her voice. John smiled and extended a hand to her.
"My name's John, I think I know some one who can help you." He said. Taryn backed away from him.
"No one can help me. I don't know who you are, but it's best if you just keep your distance." She warned. John pulled out his lighter. Taryn watched him carefully. John slowly brought the lighter to his hand, flicking it on. Taryn gasped. "What the hell are you, a friggen masochist?" She said. John didn't answer as a little ball of fire formed in his hand. Taryn's eyes widened. She looked at him. "You're a.."
"Mutant." He said. "Just like you." He waved his hand, letting the ball disappear.
"What do you want with me?" She asked.
"Why don't we have a little chat?" He asked.