Disclaimer: I sold my socks so all I own is Adira, her family, her country, her language, and this shiny new penny.
A/N: I began this chapter just after the last one just because the ideas are fresh on my mind (and I got an extra hour of computer time). Not sure if I'll finish it today, but even if I do, I might not post it for a while.
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She stood in a little area between the gym and a storage building at school the next day when she lit up a cigarette.
"Smoking's not allowed on campus, you know."
She rolled her eyes as Lance Alvers walked up to her.
"What's your deal? You're everywhere I am.'
Lance smiled and leaned against the wall casually, "Just lucky coincidences, I guess."
Adira snorted, "Yeah, lucky."
"So, you wanna go catch a movie or somethin' tonight?" He played with a strand of her hair.
"No, and don't touch my hair."
She started to walk off, but he reached for her arm. His hand stopped two inches from her as though there might be an invisible barrier around her.
"Are you a mutant?"
She stopped an turned her head, "Am I a what?"
"A mutant. You know, with like powers and stuff."
"Are you feeling okay?"
Lance sighed and made the ground rumble, "I feel just fine."
Adira pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, thinking back to remember what she had heard about these "mutants". When she put her hand down, a static gust of wind seemed to shoot out of her hand, and it made a branch from a nearby tree fall to the ground. Her eyes widened.
"I know people you can help you control that," Lance said.
"NO!"
With that, Adira bolted away and wasn't seen at school for the rest of the day.
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A knock sounded at the door.
"Go away."
A man spoke, "Ms. Incuqui (A/N: in-sue-key), my name is Professor Xavier. I have an institute which can help you control those powers of yours."
"I said go away."
She sent a chair flying toward the door.
"Please let us in. We can help you," said a woman.
"Just leave, will you?"
A gruff voice spoke this time, "We know you don't want to hurt nobody, and we know you know how dangerous this could be. We're just here to help."
The three heard the deadbolt unlock, and they let themselves in.
"This is a nice place..." said the woman, trying to be kind.
It wasn't a nice apartment. It was tiny and cramped, and it needed a paint job. A couch and chair were squeezed in by the little dusty window, and another chair was on the other side of the room, the kitchen area. The door across from them was open to reveal an even smaller room with only a giant can of popcorn (decorated with winter scenes) being used as a table (A/N: I got this idea from my own parents. They have like two or three scattered around the living room that they use as tables to like set soda on and stuff. They collect them at Christmas. I just thought it was kind of funny.) and a twin-sized bed.
Adira gestured for the three to sit down, "How do you know?"
"I have invented a machine called Cerebro which tells me when a mutant's powers develop. It also tells me their location and a small profile," said the man called Professor Xavier.
"What do you know about me?"
"Your full name is Adira Hasna Faridah Incuqui, you are eighteen years old, you were born in a country called Wyonitu'g, you didn't learn English until you were ten, and all of your family members are dead. Your powers have to do with energy. You can send blasts of it, and you can put up shields, from what we can figure. It is sometimes so strong that it can get electric, and that could possibly lead to new powers in the future."
She thought for a long time and finally said, "So, who are you all?"
"This is Ororo, otherwise known as storm, and this is Logan, also called Wolverine. They help out at the institute I own. It is to help people like yourself control mutant powers."
The conversation went on for another fifteen minutes, and Adira tried to sum it up for herself, "So I'm a mutant because my genes are mutated, and that gives me special powers. My powers have to do with energy, and they could evolve quickly. You all run an institute for people like me, and you help them control their powers."
Storm smiled, "That's the gist of it."
"I'm not sure if I want to join..."
"Just think about it," Professor Xavier smiled and headed to the door along with Storm and Wolverine.
After they left, Adira lied down on the old couch and stared at the ceiling. She listened to the neighbors fighting downstairs and dogs barking in the alley outside. She grabbed her jacket and left.
She walked down Main Street and listened to her own footsteps. She began to think about her past, back when she was a child in Wyonitu'g. Before she knew it, she was so into the memories that she began to shake. She was having trouble staying stable so she leaned against a brick wall and slid down it. Holding onto her knees, she noticed a drop of water, and another. Soon it was pouring down rain.
"Why me?" Adira suppressed the tears welling up in her eyes.
She tried to listen to her surroundings to distract herself. She heard loud laughter, probably from more than one person. It was coming from behind her. She looked up and realized there was a window above her. She read the sign next to the door. It said Le Petit Café Brun in fancy gold letters that were chipped with age.
Adira entered the little place and sat down at the counter.
"What can I get you, babe?" a woman in her early thirties asked.
"Uh, I'll have a coffee, I guess."
"Comin' right up."
A moment later the brunette named Sherry set a cup of coffee in from of the girl and studied her face.
"What's troublin' ya, darlin'?"
Adira looked up from her cup, "What makes you think something's wrong?"
"Your mascara's smeared."
"It's raining outside."
"Rain doesn't make your eyes bloodshot and put a frown on your face."
The young woman just sat there and sipped her coffee.
"Man trouble?"
"No."
"Friendships?"
"No."
"School?"
"I'm just having a tough time, okay?"
"Fine, I was just wonderin'..."
She ordered another coffee and listened to the conversations going on around the room.
"AH! Vatch it! Zat was my tail!"
"Like, sorry! I didn't mean to!"
Adira turned slightly in her chair so she could watch the group out of the corner of her eye.
Did he just say tail? she thought.
A young man at the table stood up and said, "We better head home. Curfew's in twenty minutes."
"Gee, don't be such a party pooper, Scott!"
The group reluctantly payed and left the little café.
Adira turned back around.
"So, what exactly is this place? It doesn't seem very French to me."
"Oh, when Mike bought it he didn't have enough money for a new sign so he just kept it. I guess it sort of fits because this is a coffee shop."
The young woman thought for a moment and then mumbled something.
"Sorry, what was that? You'll have to speak up, darlin'."
Adira's voice was barely audible, "I said, do you have any job openings?"
"Oh, sure we do!" she said as she pulled an application out of a drawer and handed it to the girl.
She needed some money, and her band's gigs just couldn't pay the bills.
Adira stayed in that little café for two hours just drinking coffee and trying to clear her head. When she finally left, she held her coat close to her; the rain had gotten even worse. Thinking about her life, she just wandered the streets, not paying attention to where she was going. She finally made a decision.
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He opened the door to see a young woman standing in the pouring rain, her makeup smeared. She looked worse for the wear, and as though she had been crying.
A/N: A bit of a cliffhanger, but not much of one. So what do you think of it to this point? Worthy of the trash bin? I hope you guys like this so far. Remember, it could be a mite hard for me to continue this if y'all don't review. ;) As always, please give me suggestions for little scenes and stuff to spice this story up. :) Please excuse it if anything looks weird in this story because the editor on this site totally sucks and deletes a lot of symbols and stuff.