5 years later...
...March 12th, 2029...
Erica, currently eighteen years old, stood in the center of an enormous bare room. She looked toward the only distinguishing features of the room, a large one-way mirror and a simple door. Almost instantaneously, a petite woman appeared behind Erica, and the two were in what appeared to be a jungle. The petite woman grinned at Erica, baring perfect white teeth, and grabbed for the young mutant.
Erica, being ready for the attack, ducked out of the woman's way and entered the fight with her own attack, a roundhouse kick for the woman's head. The kick made contact with the apparent target, and the woman fell. Erica grinned at her handy work, before a large hand encircled around her neck. Gasping for breath, Erica's skin gained a metallic sheen. Then man let go of Erica's neck in surprise and she turned to face him. Punching him in the face sent him flying into a nearby tree. As Erica advanced on the man a distinctive high pitched 'snikt' was heard as she unleashed 3 metallic claws from each hand and advanced on the man. Before Erica could exact her revenge, the man and the jungle surrounding them disappeared. Erica was left once again in the bare room.
Erica heard the door open behind her, and someone clapping, "That looked like it could have been a very good show. And, I wouldn't have interrupted you if we-"
Erica turned toward the voice, "Didn't have another mission. Thankfully, that is the only reason you ever interrupt me during a training session, Anna." Anna, now seventeen, laughed as Erica finished for her.
"Correct as always, Erica. A middle school in Bryan, Texas, is having a mutant search today, and I have a feeling they are going to find something."
Charles Xavier had a dream. This dream was for mutants and humans to live in peace, with equality for all. With this dream, he created a school for mutants to learn how to control their genetic gifts and learn to live in a world that feared and hated them.
Erica, after a quick shower, dried her long pale blonde hair, her hazel eyes looking over the floor plan of Stephen F Austin Middle School in Bryan. She wore a black long sleeved shirt and a pair of black slacks. On her belt was the only thing on her uniform that marked whom she worked with, a silver belt buckle with an 'x' marked into it. Erica pulled a long black trench coat from a locker marked 'Lynx.' Anna, pacing back and forth and going over the floor plan in her head, brushed a lock of brown hair from her face. She wore a red tank top with a yellow phoenix on the front, a pair of blue jeans, and a belt buckle, similar to Erica's, only a golden color. She wore a choker around her neck, a golden 'x' with two scarlet beads on each side of it, attaching it to a wire-like thread that tied it around her neck. She finished the uniform with a brown leather jacket, with a gold 'x' on one side and a red phoenix on the other, and a pair of sunglasses made entirely of red quartz.
"So," Erica started, "Another mutant search at a school. They're coming more often."
"Yes," Anna replied, looking at a watch on her wrist, "Can you believe schools were once places where students were supposed to feel safe?"
Erica smiled sadly, "That's why we restarted this place." She looked around her.
"Yeah, but..." Anna closed her eyes, "They're forcing the children's mutations to come out sooner then they should. Forcing them out by causing the children pain."
This school was also home to the X-Men, Charles Xavier's challenge to any whom wanted to cause harm to humans or mutants. Many X-Men joined to protect Xavier's dream, and, even with all that has happened, I believe more would join.
The two x-men walked through a long, white corridor and turned into an elevator. As they waited, Erica cracked her knuckles and watched as Anna chewed an end of her sunglasses, a habit the young telepath had picked up, whenever she was thinking. The elevator moved from the sub-basement they were occupying moments earlier to the first floor of a large mansion. When the doors of the elevator opened, the building was filled with teenagers.
This is Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngster's, however, to protect the students; it is called Meadowlark's Institute for Higher Learning. It is a safe haven for young mutants to learn the control of their powers that they need to live in a world where it has become illegal to be a mutant.
"Good Morning, Doctor Summers, Professor Frost," greeted a young girl, a telekinetic; an older boy with an ape-like figure smiling at her side.
"Hello Elisabeth, Jordan." Anna cocked an eyebrow, "Did you two work on your project for history? You know its due tomorrow."
Elisabeth grinned, "Of course we did. We just have to work out a few kinks and will be ready." Anna laughed and waved the two off. Erica shook her head and walked toward the door before another student found their way to the two.
She was too late as a young girl walked in front of her, "Hello, Professor Frost. I was wondering about that paper you're having us write in the sophomore English class…"
Erica opened her mouth to answer, when she felt a hand grasp her shoulder, and heard Anna say, "So sorry, Rachel, but Professor Frost and I have to get out for the morning. She'll answers any question you have when we get back, okay?" The young girl nodded and went on her way, as did the two eldest x-men.
Although Erica is not telepathic and I am, we are able to remember anything we see or are told, and get at the information fairly quickly.Which gave us a head start in life. Henry McCoy, the X-Man known as the Beast, theorizes that we do not need any sleep to have memories transferred to our long-term memory, but it is probably one of those things we will never know. Erica and I finished elementary school, middle school, and high school by the age of nine. After that we each finished a 4-year college and two graduate schools by the age of 15.
"We're taking a jet from the Westchester County Airport to the Bryan Municipal Airport. There will be a car waiting for us there, and we'll drive to Bryan and pick up the kids there." Anna glanced at her watch, and then nodded to her, "We should make it in time."
Erica looked around at the expansive garage the two just entered, "So, what car are we taking to the airport?" Erica asked, looking at the multitude of cars in the garage.
Anna smiled, and pushed a red button on the wall, opening a door to a smaller garage, "I thought we'd take the motorcycles."
When our parents, the original X-Men, were taken to the concentration camps, we vowed to continue Xavier's work, Xavier's dream. And to do that we started 'Meadowlark's Institute for Higher Learning' and Generation Xtreme, the next generation of the X-Men. We have hopes of closing down the concentration camps by proving that not all mutants are evil, and the X-Men are still the good guys. But, there is a problem.
Two motorcycles sped down the highway, a small airport coming into the view of the riders. They sped onto the runway, to a small jet parked close to the entrance. The riders parked the motorcycles in a small garage near the jet, and the entrance to the garage closed behind them. Anna and Erica exited the building through a small door.
The two climbed aboard the jet, and Erica scrutinized it carefully. It was nothing compared to the X-Men's aircraft, but you can't successfully compare much to the Blackbird. It was, in actuality, a magnificent piece of machinery. Taking her seat next to Anna, the two started up the jet quickly, with an ease that is only acquired from years working together. Once they received the signal that they were free to fly, the two were on their way to the Bryan Municipal Airport.
The problem was Romulus Lehnsherr, the heir of Magneto, and the newest version of the Brotherhood of Mutants. Romulus was a prisoner at a mutant camp in Cumbria County in England. The Brotherhood had "liberated" the camp, allowing all the prisoners to join them, and make Romulus their new Magneto. The stories go that they found Romulus twin brother, Remus, sitting calmly in the middle of the camp and allowed the guards to take him to a new camp. Almost makes you wonder how the two could be related…
The two made it to the airport ahead of schedule, of course, there had to be no traffic from the airport to Bryan. Upon entering the van that awaited the two, Anna watch started beeping.
"Sounds like we have to hurry," Erica said, putting her seatbelt on. Anna nodded, and started the engine; soon the two were off.
The two arrived at Stephen F Austin middle school in a matter of minutes, the school being only 6 minutes away helped. As they did every time, the two made their way to the middle schools front offices, to sign in as representatives for a prep school in New York, looking to recruit students. While signing in they both felt a small pain in the back of their minds, a sure sign that the mutant search had begun.
Anna looked at Erica, then toward the school gymnasium, where the students were being held for the search, and threw down the pen in her hand, telling Erica, "Screw this. Lets go." Erica smirked at her companion, and the two dashed for the gym.
I should probably explain more about us. I am Anna Katherine Summers, daughter of Jean Grey, a.k.a. Phoenix, and Scott Summers, a.k.a. Cyclops, Professor Xavier's first students. When my mother was pregnant, however, there were rumors that Logan was my father, not Scott. These were not unsubstantiated. My mother had just found out that it was very unlikely that she could bear children, after 3 years of trying. She became depressed, to say the least. She had a one-night stand with Logan and the next night my father talked her into trying one last time. Two months later she found out she was pregnant.
That's a small portion of a bigger story for another time. I received telepathy and telekinesis from my mother and the capacity to store solar energies from my father. Up until the time mutants were taken away I had no way to discharge those energies and so Forge had a machine built that would take them from my body. Right after the Xavier Institute was raided, I realized I had a power in me that only my mother shared. A Phoenix Force. The strange thing about mine is that it's not my mother's. People suspected that there can only be one Phoenix Force, but it seems that it can reproduce. This realization also helped the solar energies in my body, and I use the Phoenix Force to release these energies. And as far as I know, my Phoenix cannot turn evil, and has no urge to devour planets.
Once in the gym, Anna and Erica looked toward the bleachers where the children were seated. Noticing five of the children writhing in pain from the search, Anna telepathically froze everyone but those five children and Erica. Or, at least, she tried.
The student body was successfully frozen in their seats; there was no talking and people seemed to be in the middle of conversations, but the 15 mutant catchers who were dressed in military garb, were looking toward the two X-Men. Their leader smirked at the two and said, "We have telepathy blockers. Your telepathy won't work on us."
Anna grinned in response, "Took you long enough." The man lost his grin and motioned for his subordinates to attack. Anna nodded to Erica, who smirked and attacked the 14 military personal running towards them. Anna moved to the mutant children and created a telekinetic shield to guard them from the signals causing them pain. They looked at her from the bleachers and Anna smiled gently back, walking towards them. One of the mutant catchers not yet on the floor noticed her and moved between Anna and the mutants.
"I'm not letting you through. We're taking the freaks where they belong." He told Anna, practically snarling at her.
Anna held her gentle smile, and, telepathically, told the mutant children, "Duck." The mutants seemed to think it best to listen and ducked, right as a bright flash of red light appeared and the mutant catcher was thrown into the wall above their heads. They looked up to see Anna's palm toward the man, glowing a red color. As the glow died down she turned her hand around and motioned for the children to come to her. They quickly gathered around her and followed as she made for the exit. Only the leader was left standing after the fighting.
"Bitch!" The mutant catcher's leader shouted, firing a bullet at Anna's head. Anna turned around and the bullet stopped right in the middle of her forehead. She looked at the leader with a dull expression, and she shook her head sadly. With the sound as if a gun had fired it, the bullet was sent back at him.
When it seemed the bullet would pierce the man's skull, it stopped. Anna looked at him, "Next time I might not be able to stop it in time." The bullet fell to the floor, and the man fell to his knees, staring at the bullet in shock.
Erica Regina Frost is the daughter of Emma Frost and Logan, a.k.a. Wolverine. She is an heir to two giant fortunes, on her mothers family had and one her mother made. Erica joined the x-men family when she was five. Her mother brought her to the Xavier Institute and demanded that she and her daughter be housed with the X-Men because five years ago Logan impregnated her; no one found any reason not to.
Erica has the ability to change her skin to ametallic form, as strong as adamantiumShe also received an enhanced healing factor and enhanced strength, senses, and agility from her father. Erica also has metallic claws which, like her skin, are as strong as adamantium
Anna and Erica took the new mutants to Xavier's and explained everything that would accompany their new lives at the mansion. Erica left during this, and Anna showed the five children around the school.
Erica walked back into the danger room, and turned it on, set to the program it had been on before she left. She fought every opponent that came at her, trying to relieve the everyday stress that accumulates over time. She growled as the jungle disappeared again and turned her head to the door.
Anna walked in and smiled at her friend, "Care for a real opponent?"
Erica smirked, "Sure, why not?"
Anna laughed, getting into a martial arts fighting stance, "Don't hold back."
Erica got into a similar stance, "Do I ever?"
Our life isn't that bad, we just have to remember. Remember that we have to hope. Remember that our friendship is important. Remember that our ever-growing family is important.