It's been a year now since my father passed away, and I've been with the Worthington's since. I only put up with Angel's father so I have a place to stay, but I'm lucky he never told the MRD or Kelly about my location. The MRD finds me to be one of the most dangerous mutants, due to my mutation of getting in and out without being noticed. Not that I had ever harmed anyone.
Angel now sits beside me, both of us eating our lunch with the television on, when the news comes on. I look up, wanting to hear news of the 'mutant problem' and what Kelly planned to do next. "The mutant problem is getting more and more out of hand. After the destruction of one of the devices at my last press conference, we have decided to step it up. Project Sentinal, has begun." He says on the screen, motioning back to a large robot. My eyes widen slightly, and my fists clench at the next statement. "We have Worthington Industries to thank for this breakthrough." I push my plate aside and stand. "I'm afraid I think it is time for me to leave. I'm not living in the same house as the man funding the destruction of mutants anymore." I pick up my glass, a white wine inside, and walk over to Mister Worthington. "Bye, asshole." I say and dump the wine on him.
He is standing the next instant, but I've already turned and headed up the stairs to pack my stuff. Thanks for Angel I had better clothes, which I packed up. A backpack and suitcase later I am down stairs again, and out the door. Angel is looking at me from the doorway, frowning at loosing his friend. I stop and look at him. "Don't let them take you or your wings alive." I blow him a kiss and turn back around, leaving the grounds of Worthington estate.
From there I stop at a park to check my backpack for the card Angel had given me incase I had to run. An emergency credit card with fifteen grand on it. I sigh and continue walking, putting the card in my pocket. It turned out I'd need it sooner than I thought.
Walking down the street of Westchester Country, New York I look around the town, for some reason, unable not to smile. It wasn't a time to smile, not really, but I felt.. free. I was back on my own, eighteen years old now, and I could do anything.
My first stop is a Motel about a mile from the Worthington estate. I buy a room for a week and lock my things inside, only keeping the card with me. I exit again, but stop when I see the MRD talking to the woman who check me in. "A young mutant was reported by Warren Worthington the second." The second? I wondered. Warren never told me his grandfather was also a Warren. I make a surprised sound, and the MRD look over. I go invisible before they can see me. "She has caramel colored hair, green eyes, and is about five foot ten. If you see anyone matching that description, let us know." The woman agrees, but her eyes look wary, as if she is worried about something. Then it occurs to me, is the woman a mutant too?
My question is answered a moment later when one of the MRD's watches goes off. "Mutant in the area?" They question, and look up at her. She suddenly smirks, turning into a naked woman with blue skin, bright orange hair, and yellow eyes. My eyes widen. She jumps easily over the counter, wrapping her blue legs around one of the MRD's neck, and turning him so he takes all the bullets they shoot at her.
She then jumps as if weightless on another one, turning and grabbing him by the neck, flipping him over her so he lands hard on the counter. I can't help but stare. She was beautiful, and amazing mutant, who could kick some serious ass.
It only takes a second before she has the last one knocked out as well, and picks up the gun, shooting the two unconscious before walking toward my room door. I realize she wants to talk to me, and I turn visible again. "You are so beautiful." I comment, smiling and leaning against the wall. She turns, surprised by my comment. She smiles, almost as if she is blushing, and speaks, "So you can what? Teleport? Turn invisible?" I nod at the second option. "I turn invisible and through that can go through objects. I'm also telekinetic and have ultra healing." He small smile turns into a full out smirk. "Is that so? What is your name?" She asks me. "Ghost. That's the name I use. Ghost." She nods and kicks open my door. "Well Ghost, how would you like to join the Brotherhood?"
My mind vaguely remembers hearing that name on the news before. The mutants fighting the humans. The leader had been the leader of Genosha. Magneto lead the Brotherhood. He tried to make a world for mutants, and it failed. The humans took it from us. I look at her then, deadly serious, a smile growing on my face. "I'd love to."
Somewhere deep in my mind, I remember that Warren helps the X-Men. That Warren would now be my enemy, but that somewhere also tells me I don't give a shit. Warren couldn't even stand up to his father, who was trying to destroy us. I would leave him behind for the Brotherhood. For mutants everywhere.
The blue woman smirks and tosses me my things. "Then come with me. By the way, my name is Mystique." I nod, smiling and putting my backpack around my shoulders. Picking up the suitcase I follow Mystique, and watch as she changes to look like the motel woman again. She gets in a car parked in the lot and I follow suit, throwing my bags in the backseat, and apparently the land on someone, as a loud 'Ow!' sounds. I turn around to look, and a kid probably about a year younger than myself is in the back, hair slicked back, and obviously died blonde. "Oh... sorry." I smile a bit, holding in my laughter. "Sorry? Jesus what is in there? Bricks?" I let out a giggle. "Clothes. My name is Ghost. You are?" He shakes his head throw my stuff off of himself. "Pyro. Nice to meet you." He smirks, flicking open a shark styled bic lighter and moving the fire to a ball in his hand. I grin. "Cool mutation. Like mine?" I move the lighter to me with telekinesis, and look and it before turning invisible and handing it back. His face is surprised, but he smirks. "Definitely."
A moment later Mystique clears her throat, and I look over, realizing that we started moving while I interacted with Pyro. "Stop your little mutant love fest. It's disgusting." I giggle. "Mutant love fest? I've loved mutants since before being a mutant. Especially the ones like you. The ones with blue skin, or tails, or horns. They are beautiful." Mystique looks as if she could be blushing again. "Since before your mutations? Why?" She asks, furrowing her brow. "I thought they were lucky to be so talented. To be so unique. I envied them. My first encounter was when I was like... ten? Something like that. My parents took me to a carnival, and my father and I saw the amazing nightcrawler. He could teleport, and he was blue. It was amazing." Mystique looks upset as soon as she hears his name. "Nightcrawler hm? Kurt was his real name?" She asks. I nod. "Yeah, why?" She just shakes her head.
Turning my head then at the silence and looking out the window, I realize we are driving into a more run down part of town. One more made for the lowlifes of the city. Not that I cared, I had been homeless myself until Warren took me in. For some reason though, I imagined the inside of their base would be nicer than the outside.
I look back at the other two. Neither seem to have much of a reaction, doing their own things. Pyro is messing with his fireball, manipulating it into different shapes and sizes. I smile at the show, watching him move the fire, the heat not effecting him at all. She turns after a few moments of watching, as she feels the car pull to a stop. I look back at Pyro whom has put out his fire and exited the car. I sigh, opening the door and stepping out as well, looking at the building. The building was large and brick, probably a warehouse at some time, and had a few holes in the outside, fixed with metal plating. I smile slightly. I turn back and go to grab my bags, seeing that Pyro already did. He raises his eyebrows at me. "You wanna take them from me, go ahead sugar, Mystique just insisted I get 'em." I look at him, then back where she is at the door. "I don't like people waiting on me." I state, at take them from him, following the two inside the building.
As expected, everything is lined in metal inside the building. I can't bring myself to care, as I continue walking, the two of them leading to two large metal doors, guarded by a large man in the goofiest helmet I have ever seen. "Juggernaut. Let us pass. Magneto will want to meet the new one." Mystique orders, and I watch as he moves, the double metal doors opening on their own, as I guessed, due to Magneto.
The first the I notice when I enter is that somehow, the room has more metal than the rest of the building. Maybe as a better way to protect himself. My eyes land on the man himself next. His face itself shows how much he's been through. I almost want to hug him, but I felt too much like I'd be throw out. "Welcome home." His low voice gives me shivers, but I smile.
Mystique is the first to approach him, resting herself across him. It's that moment I realize why exactly she seems to be his second in command. They are lovers. She must be older than she looks. "So, who is this?" He asks, motioning to me. "My name is Ghost." I state, and Mystique smiles. "She is telekinetic, but that is not all." Magneto smirks at that. I shift invisible, and walk closer to him, using this small amount of time to study him more.
At one time, the now elderly man, would have been quite attractive. He was still strangely lean and muscular for an older man. The helmet on his head is metal, framing his face slightly, and a rusty red color. "While invisible I can phase through objects, allowing me to steak in and out easily." Magneto nods, still looking forward though my voice is behind him now as I study him.
My eyes get bored with him quickly, feeling as if I have seen all I can, I look up, noticing Pyro seems extra tense now that I am invisible. I walk closer to him, getting but a few inches away. "Anything else?" Magneto asks, his hands clasping together. "I heal faster than usual. It would a small scratch only the time it takes to blink. A slight cute, only a few seconds. The deeper and bigger the wound, the longer it takes, but even when I broke my arm and my dad set it for me, it only took about an hour to heal." My eyes don't leave Pyro, as he backs away a bit, my voice too close to him to be comfortable.
A moment passes before I turn visible again and look over at Magneto. "I enjoy being invisible when not somewhere safe or somewhere I call home. It makes me feel more secure." He nods. "Thank you for joining us Ghost. Pyro here will show you to your room upstairs now. The one beside him should suffice." I look over at Pyro, who looks as if he wants to protest, but doesn't say a word. He motions for me to follow, so I take one last glance at Magneto. "Thank you for having me." I say, and follow Pyro out of the room, up the stairs, and down the hall. He stops at a plain metal door right before his own, which even has raised letters that say Pyro.
Turning back to my own door, I open it and walk inside. All metal, besides the mattress, sheets, and pillows as far as I could see. I step inside and shut the door, setting my things down as I walk and stopping in the middle of the room. I look around, and stop when my eyes hit the nightstand. The nightstand itself is metal, but atop it is a hairbrush, generic women's deodorant, a towel, and a washrag. I smile. So not everything was metal. Just the stuff that counted.
Sighing, I plop down on the bed and look up at the metal ceiling. The day was certainly something else. Going from living with Angel to living with the Brotherhood. "What are you looking at?" Pyro's voice is right next to me, and I jump, looking over at him trying to see what I was staring at. I laugh. "I was thinking. Not looking. What is it Pyro?" I ask, sitting back down on the bed cross legged. "Just thought maybe you could entertain me. Gets boring around here sometimes." I shrug. "Fair enough. What exactly do you want me to do to entertain you?" I ask him, and he smiles, looking down. "I was hoping to get to know you a bit."
"Sure, on one condition." I state, my eyes going to his blonde hair, the roots a darker brown color. "Um.. ok. What?"
"Let your hair go back to brown. I think it'd look better on you." Smiling, I ruffle his hair, giggling as he slaps my hands away. "Fine, but if I do, you have to go on a date with me." He smirks, leaning a bit closer. "A date? Back with Magneto you wanted nothing to do with me. Now a date. I don't know... ask again when your hair is brown." He scoffs, shaking his head. "You really are persistent." I shrug, giggling again. "Okay well. Ask my anything. What do you want to know so badly?"
"Hm... anything? Well, then it might get a bit dirty in here." I slap his arm. "You know what I mean." He grins, looking down again, then back up at me. "Alright...hm... What was your name before you found out you were a mutant? What's your favorite color? What's your favorite element?" I nod a bit to myself. Decent questions. "Crysti Wolfe, lime green, and water. I enjoy swimming so, I tend to prefer water. Though if you asked which element I'd rather control, then it'd be fire." I smirk, watching his expression change from fake hurt to thoughtfulness. "Next time I'll phrase that better."
Suddenly the door bursts open, and in comes a very oddly dressed man with a class windshield kind of thing over his face. "Pyro, and um... Ghost? Magneto has news for us." He turns and leaves. I can hear the heavy footsteps going down the hall. Turning my head to Pyro, I give him a confused expression. "That was Avalanche. Now come on, Magneto needs us."
Well there is chapter one. More of a kind of introduction to her and her place in the mutant community. Turns out she may be paired with Pyro. Fair warning.