1Chapter One
Rouge and Laughlin City
My name is Christina and I'm a mutant.
Wonderful introduction, I know. I wouldn't blame you if you don't read anymore, nobody reads anything by mutants. At least give me a chance to tel my story be fore yo make judgements though.
I don't know how my mutation stared, or even when. From what I've read in my diary, which I don not have at the moment, I probably would've noticed that when I was 15 I never really got sick.
As for looks, you might guess that I'm 18, but I'm not, I'm actually 28, at least that's pretty close to my age, still not sure on my exact age. I can't remember anything from my past 10 years ago. Six months ago, I met this girl on the run named Marie, but she insists on being called Rouge, and in a very short time we have become great friends.
Rouge is shy, level-headed and a great person in all. Me, I'm the total opposite. I'm a social butterfly, hot-tempered and I love picking fights. I always protect my friends, as does Rouge, but I tend to get more physical if I have to, we're also very loyal to each other. We're like sisters, the one's we never had but always wanted.
My mutation has changed also. Instead of bone claws, now they're. . . well thy are still bone claws, just covered in adamantium, as si my entire skeleton. Adamantium is a special type on metal, when it hardens, it becomes indestructible. Only mutants with healing mutations like mine can survive something like that.
Anyways, Rouge and I are running away from our personal demons ( mine actual demons, but Rouge doesn't need to know that) together. we're heading towards Laughlin City with a trucker we hitched a ride from.
"This is it."
"Where are we," I asked.
"I thought you said you'd take us as far as Laughlin City," said Rouge.
"This is Laughlin City," replied the trucker.
Hmm, so much for bright lights, I thought.