Yesh. Hello. Yes indeed i am hyper. But truth be told, i really do think that some strange entity quite resembling Toad has been following me around. on another note he is currently reading over my shoulder. :Looks at him: WHY DO YOU TAUNT ME? OH I SEE YOU'VE BROUGHT FRIENDs EH? GO AWAY! I'M NOT INSANE!

Ahem... Anyway, this is my X-Men story. Enjoy. I'll get to work on iteventually, don't worry. Calm yourself my monkies. I've been busy with many stories on Quizilla. but I am being lazy with Hellboy fic. I need to fix it up and start the Sequel before i implode... ah well ta.

Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men. BUT I OWN MY OC'S WHICH ARE MANY!

Prologue Rewritten. I have been thinking about doing this for a while, decided the Prologue could have been better. So here ya all go.

:Serah, memories, Prologue:

I remember it. It was horrible.

I am running down the feild. I hear the people yelling. I'm wearing my Silver and Navy Blue soccer uniform with the big black seven on the back. Caitlin passes the ball to Sam, I run up the feild. The adrenaline going through my body makes me run faster. I am ecstatic. This is MY game. Soccer was made for ME. I belong here, running on the feild, it's better then going on a sugar high.

I leap just because I feel like it, goina perhaps higher then I should. i don't care. The game is all that matters.

Somebody screams. I think it's for me. Sam passes me the ball, I start up the feild.

More screams. Their cheering for me, Seraphim C. Sanders. For once I like my full name.

Why isn't anybody coming to take the ball from me, the other team is running AWAY from me.

I don't care. I like the rush of the game.

I glance at Eric in the stand's. I like him. He looks horrified. Why exactly?

People suddenly stop cheering.

I kick the ball, it hits the net and Goally dosen't even flinch. She's staring right at me. Why?

I raise my arms in glee. Nobody seems to care.

I drop my arms. I made the winning goal. Why aren't they cheering?

I scratch my head. My hand... What's wrong with it?

It's green.

I look at my other hand. Green.

I scream. The entire crowd goes into an uproar.

Somebody calls the police. Somebody calls the news. My parents... Where are they?

They hate mutants.

I am a mutant.

My hair is green. My skin is green. My eyes look like a frog's. I'm eighteen. I'm a Mutant.

I scream.

I run.

I'm scared.

I'm a Mutant.

I remember the game.

:Serah:

I tromped through a forest by the side of a river. I had no clue where the hell I was or what I was doing. I had been on my own only a week, and I was already lost. I felt pathetic. I kicked the bottom of a tree and cursed at the pain in the toe of my converse. I'm a oldies kid at heart, my parents would say, peaceful and rock and roll loving. A mix of hippy and the government. With a small temper. Ok I was easily frustrated, thats not a bad thing.

I dropped my bag and leaned against a tree. Lost. I'm lost in the woods and i'm green. I could find no irony, so I could make no joke to try and ease my pissed-off-ness. I slid to the ground and looked at my green hands. I didn't belong anywhere. I didn't even have powers. I was just green. I had learned that I had great acrobatic skills now, and apparently I could jump fairly high. So that's my special talent, jumping like a frog. joy... NOTEABLE SARCASM! I screamed in my head.

I seriously considered for a moment jumping into the river. I lay on the ground and propped my head on the bulging bag I had. Life sucks...I thought. I got up after some vulgar muttering and walked to the side of the river, squatting on shore I cupped my hands in the slightly frigid water and looked into the clear liquid. Figuring it was safe enough, I took a drink and sat down on a rock, my bag set on another rock. I watched as random small fish began to swim and collect near my shoe. Why are they attracted to me? I wondered breifly before the sound hit me.

A moan, more like a coughing gasp for breath actually, or a mix of the two. I poked my head around a rather large rock and saw a clump of earthy brown cloth. Picking up a stick I squatted down and poked it. It groaned and rolled over. "Eep!" I jumped away. Is is deadly! Was my first slightly logical thought. Then I saw it- let me rephrase that, HIS face. It was kind of handsome. But what struck me, and made me look into the river and back at him a few times, was his face. It was green.

:Toad! Everybody's Favorite green mutant:

I gasped for breath. 'Ow was I possibly still alive? Was my thought. I was alive! I was hunched on some shore, prolly part of th' river tha' damned weather bitch had slung me into. I rolled over, hearing a small scream. My eye's flickered open for just a few moments, I took in th' person before me, I couldn't get a good look at 'er face, but she looked shocked at seeing me. Personally I didn't blame 'er. I must look like shyte. Tha' and th' fact i'm green. My eye's fluttered closed again as a welcome darkness wrapped around my brain.

Yeah yeah... A little short. I know. But ok right? I'm still working on the prologue at this point. And i'm trying to perfect Toad's accent. But besides the small flaws i think it's ok. Whaddya think guys?

Toad: I'd say it was O.K.

Serah: Ehhh... So so.

Blitz: YAY! PPL GIVE ME CREDIT:Death grip hugs them:

Both: CANT BREATH!

-Blitz

A/N: Like the new Prologue? Please tell me what you think.