Thanx for all the reviews! This is only my second fic, so they're really appreciated! Keep 'em comin! Sorry it took so long for me to update…hehe.. o, also, in my story, the institute is in Westchester, not bayville.
Tennessee- Guthrie household
The blonde, green-eyed girl making her way down the street heading for home was the only Guthrie offspring, Kimberly. She was fifteen and lived in a moderate sized house on the countryside, with her parents. As she rounded the corner towards her home, her nose perked up and she sniffed the air. It smelled like smoke. There must be a fire, she realized. And since she was nearing her house and the nearest neighbors were many miles away from them, the fire must be at her place! She started running home, praying that her parents were okay. She came up to her house. She spotted her parent standing aways away from the ash and bunt wood that were now the remains of their home. The fire had died out, but their house was destroyed. Sam Guthrie was holding his Scottish wife in his arms as they stared at what was left of their home. Their daughter ran over to them.
"Mama, papa, what happened?" she asked with a slight southern drawl. Her lip was quivering and her wide green eyes were welling up with tears as she looked to her parents for answers. Her dad wrapped her up in a big hug.
"It's gonna be okay baby-girl, don' worry," he whispered in her ear.
"But..who did this?" she asked. Her mother just pointed to the field. The burn marks that Kim had noticed earlier were actually letters, spelling out a message: 'Get out of here freaks!' Kim realized it must've been the town mutant haters, she knew herself that there were many of them, they all did, but they never thought that something like this would ever happen. Kim looked to her parents for a solution to their present problem.
"Wha' do we do now?"
"Well, we hadn't tole ye yet, but we were plannin' a trip to New York anyway," Rahne answered, trying to reassure her upset daughter. She just gave her mother a puzzled look, as if to ask why.
"Well, ya see.." her father began," a…erm, friend of ours has asked fer our help. He lives up in Westchester."
"Well then. Let's get this show on the road," Rahne clapped her hands together as they made plans. Departing with nothing but each other and the clothes on their backs, they were on their way back to New York.