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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, New York, not Bayville. And if anyone has problems with my story, just don't read it! It's as simple as that.

Nova Roma- Crisp Household

The Crisps lived in a decent, two story house. It was big, but not too big. Being from the royal family meant that Amara had plenty of money, and they could have lived in a gigantic mansion, but since it was just Ray, her, and their son, they decided that this house was all they needed.

Amara's father had offered to let the two of them stay in the palace after they were married, since it was large enough for many families to live in. But Ray felt inferior to the people of the palace; he was a boy from the streets, not accustomed to all of these riches. He wanted to buy a house of his own, for his own little family.

They had one son, named Jimmy. After him, they had tried for another; Amara had really wanted a little girl whom she could spoil. But she miscarried, and then the doctors told her she could not have any more children, the miscarriage had caused some permanent damage. They knew that there were other routes available to them, but Amara was so depressed that they didn't even speak of it. Eventually, they decided that their little family was enough for them.

Currently, loud heavy metal was coming from the teenage boys bedroom upstairs. Jimmy was seventeen now, his birthday just last week. He was running a comb through his short brown hair as he prepared for his date. He was wearing blue jeans and a light blue button-up shirt that brought out his electrifying blue eyes. He put some hair gel on his fingertips and ran his hands through his hair, spiking it slightly. He spritzed some cologne on, and rushed down the stairs to say good-bye to his parents. Ray was sitting on the couch, remote in hand, trying in vain to find something good to watch. His mother was at the table, going through some papers. She picked up what looked like a personal letter, her eyes quickly scanning over it.

"Bye, I'll be back in a few hours or so," Jimmy stated, grabbing his leather jacket and making his way to the front door.

"Make it twelve," his dad said, eyes straying form the television to glance at his son. It was seven, and Jimmy was going to see a movie with his girlfriend. Jimmy shrugged, twelve was fine with him.

"Fine, try to have fun without me," he smirked as he headed out the door.

"Have a good time, sweetie!" His mother called.

Jimmy and his girlfriend were walking outside the theater, hand in hand. Jimmy and Marissa had been going out for four months now, which was one of Jimmy's longest relationships yet. He tended to fly through girls; he was the love 'em and leave 'em type. But he was hoping things would be different with Marissa. She was pretty, smart, with a great personality to boot. She was a little shy around him at first, but he quickly broke her out of that.

Currently, they were walking together in silence. But it was a comfortable one, not an awkward one. They had almost reached her car, when Jimmy saw two guys leering at his girlfriend. He turned to them.

"Do you have a problem?" The guy and his friend approached Jimmy and Marissa. They looked menacing, but Jimmy was hot-headed and felt like he cold take care of himself against them, if need be.

"Well, we were just wondering what a pretty thing like that," he motioned to Marissa, "would be doing with a guy like you." His eyes roamed over Marissa, lingering in certain places. Jimmy tensed, fists forming against his sides. What did that mean? A guy like him. And why the hell was he staring at his girlfriend like that? Jimmy started getting angrier as the second guy reached out to brush a hand against Marissa's arm. She cringed and backed away, moving farther behind Jimmy. Jimmy turned towards the guy, eyes flashing. Sparks of electricity were jumping around his hands dangerously. The man's eyes widened as he took notice.

"You're one of those stinkin' muties!" The guys started backing away from him. Marissa gasped behind him. He had never told her that he was a mutant, he planned to eventually, but he wasn't sure how she'd react. He stepped threateningly towards the two guys; electricity crackling and shooting off in sparks. They weren't hit by any, but they took the hint and took off.

Jimmy turned to face Marissa. Her expression conveyed shock and disappointment. There was also fear. He looked down at his hands and noticed that the electricity was still jumping from finger to finger. He sighed and it stopped. He took a step towards Marissa. She stumbled backwards, fumbling through her purse. She pulled out her keys.

"I-I'm sorry," she rushed to her car and drove off into the night.

Jimmy sighed and shoved his hands into his coat pockets, starting the long trek home.

When he arrived home he slammed the door angrily, making his presence known throughout the house. Surprisingly enough, he actually found his parents still awake, sitting at the kitchen table.

"Oh good, you're home. We need to talk," his dad began. They looked up at Jimmy and saw his face.

"Bad date?" His mother asked, concern written upon her face.

"You could say that."

"Well, how would you feel about taking a little trip to New York?" asked Ray. Jimmy ran a hand over his face.

"Just great," he muttered.