The fumes billow out of the craft as the younglings' cling to each other as their mother bends down checking on them. Each barely able to hear their dad asking if they are alright. The shockwave that revibrates seize them motionless with fear. "It will be alright. Your dad and I love you. Never forget that. As long as you three continue to have each other every thing will be alright."
Firmly pulling on the harness, their mom sees that it is more than secure enough. Their dad come up behind their mom. "Your mom is right. Scott, you are the oldest. You need to continue looking over your brother and sister like you have done from the days they were born. Be happy and safe." The three are lightly shoved out of the damaged aircraft. "But what about the baby, mom?!" the eight year asks. The last thing spoken between the parents and their offspring. The silent screams and tears as they look on as their parents disappear from their lives.
The cold bites into them. The youngest shivers. The eldest looks to his sister who understands his message. "It will be alright. Stay with Scott. I'll go look for firewood. Then try to find something to eat. Thankfully mom, dad, grandpa and grandma taught us enough about how to hunt. Then we will find out how far we are from civilization and how long it will take to get there. It will be dark before too much longer. We need to find some kind of shelter."
The fire crackles as the darkness shallows their surroundings. Her brothers on either side of her. The twig snapping alerting them to the presence moments before making itself known. None prepared if the intruder has unwanted intentions. "There is no reason to be at unease, children. I know more than you think. I can provide shelter if you come with me. You will be granted the most splendid things under my protection." Each remain quiet as they continue to stare at the white skinned man with dark hair. The red gem in the certain of his forehead, the least outlandish of his appearance.
The fear seizes them as they see the behemoth sitting in the grandest throne they have ever seen. "Why are their children with you?" Their companion bows. "Master, they are the ones I have told you about. They will benefit our cause greatly. The silence that follows is unsettling. And doesn't ease their concern in the slightest. "If you will, they will be your responsibility. We are going to need it. There is a man named Erik Lensherr who will apparently be a thorn in our side. We will need as much as an army as we can get. The expansion is going as planned. It was easier than I thought it would be." Taking the dismissal, the man escorts the children to their rooms.
Jolting out of bed, she leans her head back, staring at the ceiling. The memories have once more assaulting her sleep and dreams. The knock follows before the door opens. "You did it again. Are you alright?" Staring out through her peripheral vision, "sorry." Patting the side of the bed, her sibling takes the invitation. "I am worried about Alex. He is slowly becoming more and more distant. I am afraid there will be a point where neither of us will be able to reach him." Keeping her suspicion unspoken, the two remain sitting in a comfortable silence.
Standing in front of their benefactor, a blonde boy is introduced. "This is Warren Worthington III. His codename is Angel." "Why are you called that?" Alex asks. The boy turns to look at the man. "It's alright. You can show them. They may not look like it but they are just as different as you." The wings spread out the next moment. "WOW! That's cool!" The other two's amazement remains internalized. "And in good time, your husband, Rachel." He is gone the next moment before she can say anything else. Each knowing his statement is law. And there is no point arguing it.
The unease and pain tickle the back of her head before taking more hold. Wasting no haste, she quickly makes her way to the source. She rounds the corner just as Alex and Warren appear from the other side as the attack comes from nowhere. Her warning barely spring from her mouth in time. "Watch out!" Just as the red beam brings a portion of the ceiling down around them. Seeing her brother screaming in pain, shielding them and herself she reaches him before more damage is done.
Cutting through the panic, "Scott. It will be alright. Just focus on me and my voice." "Rachel?!" Searching his mind for the source, she finds the moment that caused this hindrance. "I unfortunately can do much. You will be stuck like this without a handicap. However, I can suppress it enough until we go get help." Scott nods his head as she pulls out of the bubble, she stuck them in.
The blondes look in astonishment as red energy slowly leaks out of Scott's eyes, moving up his face toward his forehead. His pupils and corneas remaining his birth color. "Sinister, always told us that we were special. Apparently, this is your gift." The sigh is heard. "I guess that means I am the late bloomer than." "Don't worry, little brother. You still have time. From what we have seen, there seems to be no true age requirement for such abilities to let their presence known."
The dark-skinned adolescents stand in front of them. Along with the faired ones, "Scott, Rachel, Alex. These are Marius, Nicole and Claudette St. Croix. Jesse and Terence Aaronson. Samuel and Elizabeth Guthrie. Jean Marie and Jean Paul Beaubier. Since you and Rachel are the commanders of the EMF, I want you to show them the ropes." "What about me?!" Looking at the youngest. "All in good time, Alex. But for the mean time you need to curb your anger and resentment. They will serve no purpose if you wish for your ambition to be rewarded. That is all for now." "Yes, father." "Hello beautiful…"
The section of the cathedral she is in is ablaze. As a shockwave passes her, she is about to move when it occurs. Recoiling as the image walks closer, "you're on fire." "Take ease, child. It will be alright." "What are you?!" "I am everything and nothing. The beginning and the end. Rebirth and destruction. It is all up to you. I have traveled through the multitude. And have yet to met an incarnation like you. Though there is a version very similar to you." "Like me?!" "Yes. There is no vessel that has been more perfect for me than you." "I don't even know what or who you are?" "You will in time. I essentially need your consent. However, for the moment, time is of the essence. It will have to forego it for now." "Wait, you can't just…" "You hear that." The screams are heard in the distance. "They are further than you think. And will only be reached with my assistance, they will come mean more to you than you realize at the moment. Before she acquiesces, she is traveling in the air. The wings of flames envisioned for all to see. Her beloved brother screaming her name as she remains unaware.
Staring in the horizon, she remains silent even after feeling their presence. "You know, I will always be grateful despite my continued hesitation. I would have lost my sister if it hadn't been for you." "I can barely recall what had occur. It was like watching a movie. I can never return to my family now. Not after what I have done." "We will be your family now." Looking down, "it is just as well. I only ever really served my father and Apocalypse since there had been no true alternative. And for my brother's sake."
"…Promise me." "Yes, yes…" "Its so beautiful. I am ready." Turning at her companion's statement, the green clad girl's mouth opens in surprise, amazement and fear. "There is nothing to fear, child. I am here to help. There isn't much time left for her. Her journey isn't meant to end yet." The flames recede revealing. "But you're…" "That matter naught now." Taking the auburn hair's hand, "Scarlet, Wanda Maximoff, can you hear me?!" Barely nodding, "good. The pain will be gone soon. And it will all be over." "Wait until my father hears about this treason." The memory is obliterated from his mind the next moment as the sphere surrounding him shrinks before he is sent through the air. "Let them come. There is no force that can touch this child nor those she cares about as long as I inhabit her."
The bell resounds in the distance. "Dinner is going to start being served. If you wish to eat, you shouldn't tarry." The wind ricocheting the only indication of his absence. Taking one more look at the horizon, "I guess this is my life now. I'm sorry, Scott." Letting gravity dispel, she rises in the air. Quickly moving through the atmosphere, she follows the direction her newfound teammate went. "My name is Rachel Summers. And this is my life, my story."