Okay, I know there are a lot of X-Men chapters at the beginning there will be a lot more Brotherhood and Morlocks coming. Also: If you see grammar errors or anything please let me know…if you want. I have been going back over my other chapters and noticed that I missed an article in some sentences (I always forget things…^^…). I overlook things, especially when I am excited and typing so fast that you could probably see flames rise out of my laptop.

NEWS: I hopefully will write a sequel where it will be more or less like a story rather than in depth character analyses. Since I wrote this, I think the characters will be developed enough for the sequel. What do you think?

DISCLAIMER: I don't own X-Men Evolution. OCs, however are owned by their respective creators.

X-Men: Restoration

Chapter Nine: Abigail 'Abby' Maywood

Abigail Delacour walked confidently down the street as she swung her designer bag. She loved downtown Chicago. It was so pretty with all the stores and beautiful clothes. The side of her lacey dress caught the breeze as she held back the long ginger locks of hair from her face. She looked stunning even at her short stature. She glanced up at the hotel her parents owned. It was extravagant, nice and always the best the Windy City had to serve. The Picturesque had led the highest customer reviews of all the five star hotels. The huge German chandelier hung in elegance as it lit the room and sparkled. The velveteen plush chairs were in pristine condition and the cherry oak furniture was always polished. The lobby gleamed and glimmered.

She was greeted by the doorman. She smiled and said hello but after she passed him, she put on a fake smile. She waved to the receptionists and laughed at the bellboy's jokes. Inside, she thought every single staff member was annoying and they were only nice to her because her dad was their boss. It was irritating to be nagged at the same way every day. She wasn't a guest, she lived here. She found the all the hotel staff dull yet stuffy.

She waited in the elevator as it rose up all 16 floors. It then rose to the 17th as she put her key into the slot. It clicked and she felt calm. She was at home in her penthouse; alone but at home. She saw that her etiquette teacher was on time. She acknowledged her as she tossed her purse on the side table and plopped down on the couch across from her.

"Ms. Delacour, what do you think you are doing? THAT is not proper for a lady." She affirmed as she whapped the table with a ruler. Abigail gave a coy smile and nodded in acknowledgement.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Belarus I am just tired." She fake yawned politely and batted her eyelashes cutely. Ms. Belarus sat up straighter and cleared her throat.

"A lady whether tired or not should be proper. She should exude qualities of honesty, courage and fervor. She should be talented at music, arts, and reading. Abigail nodded in agreement as she dug her nails into her palm. She hated etiquette lessons. She could never protest because her parents were always busy with The Picturesque. They loved the hotel more than her; where they lacked in love, they filled the gap with wealth. Abigail could do whatever she wanted as long as she followed the classes that they gave her. Abigail sighed as she excused herself to go get something to eat. She took out freshly squeezed orange juice and the pastry chef's fresh plate of cookies and variety of breads. She grinned and bared the Ms. Belarus's lectures for an hour.

Afterwards she punched the ground unbearably as she lay on the plush carpet in her room. She recovered her composure and tidied up in the bathroom. Her grandiose bathroom had marble countertops and a beautiful seashell sink. There were sheer curtains covering the window that fluttered in the window. Her bathtub was easily the size of a small guest room. She powdered her nose as she called the maid over the intercom. The maid came within a minute and waited for her every command. Abigail beckoned the maid and the maid wrapped her up in a silk robe and got out the curling iron.

The maid recurled her hair long hair. It wasn't curly enough for Abigail. The maid was now nervous.

Abigail smiled at her and told her it was alright. She however had other thoughts. Who would hire a blithering fool? Goodness, she couldn't even curl hair. Abigail gritted her teeth as the woman continued to do the job she was paid to do. Abigail, however, lost it when she burned the tip of her ear. She screamed out in rage as the woman stepped away still holding the hot iron. The maid began to apologize and Abigail could only grasp her ear as the pain peaked. Suddenly, Abigail felt a heightened sense of empowerment and her mind was taken over by her dark thoughts.

She wanted to maid to burn herself and she made the motion with her hands to try to subdue the anger. The curling iron and the maid's hand glowed a light yellow color and suddenly the maid took the hot iron and placed it against her forearm. She started to cry and shout from the pain. Abigail had no idea what she did until she swung her hand back and the maid's hand went back like her own. Abigail began to look at her hands horrified and tried to shake off whatever was going on. The maid didn't know what was going on either. Suddenly, the maid's body began to glow light yellow as Abigail flipped out. She pushed the air in front of her signaling to the woman to go away. The maid was thrown back against the wall as soon as Abigail went through the motion. Abigail waved her hand in the air and the maid's body went like a rag doll where ever her hand went. The woman was now unconscious and Abigail laughed. She had power over everything. No one could stop her.

Abigail Delacour walked out of the lobby head held high. Every staff member who even said a word to her, she threw up against a wall with one little motion. They didn't even know it was her who had suddenly, threw them.

She suddenly heard shouts, screams and yells outside as she went out the doors. There were police car sirens sounding in the distance. She saw that amidst the crowd of people there was a body, face down on the ground. She began to cry as she saw who it was. The cameras of the media flashed to the little heiress as she wept. The maid had committed suicide. Someone called a limo to pick her up because it was too distressing to watch the little girl cry. When she was safe inside the limousine, she wiped away the tears.

"Pathetic maid" she thought "why would you take away your life?" She stared at her hands and was amazed that she could do so much. She smiled sinisterly. Yes, she was power. Abigail didn't have to listen to anyone, though her parents didn't care. She was left in a big city with no one to confide in. She was alone but now she didn't need anyone. Her parents were going to die from worries about their missing daughter. Her thirst for vengeance was great.

She got out of the limousine when it was stopped at a red light and rushed into the crowded mall downtown. She ran away and slipped into a hair salon. She grinned as she formulated a plan. The receptionist raised her eyebrow at the girl as she asked for an appointment. Abigail sat down in the chair as the woman asked her for a style she had in mind.

"Short with black highlights" Abigail said darkly as she brushed back her ginger hair. The woman became alarmed. "I'm sure. Just do it." Abigail said annoyed as she tried to withhold her mutant abilities. The woman obeyed as she began to spray her locks with water.

Abigail tousled her new hairdo as she went over to a store that wasn't her taste at all. She sighed as she bought clothing in her size and new shoes. She got a red t-shirt with a heart on it and black skinny jeans and combat boots. She examined herself in the mirror. Never again would she be a Delacour. She would be a Maywood. Maywood meant the world to her and her parents had killed her! They left a little girl out in the rain, not letting her enter the hotel because she was poor and dressed in rags. She died the next day from pneumonia and the flu. Maywood was her playmate and Abigail enjoyed buying her sweets and talking to the sweet girl. They had meant in front of a bakery when Maywood was stealing a loaf of bread. Abigail payed for it as soon as she saw the baker smack Maywood with a rolling pin. She cried true tears and wiped them from her eyes because she had to make her new look tough.

She felt the eerie feeling of someone following her. She causally glimpsed over her shoulder as she picked up her shopping bags and continued on her way. There was a tall girl with a jean jacket and a tie-dye shirt that was in the hair salon and now behind her a few feet. She briskly walked towards the bathrooms as she tried to get through the crowds of people. The girl followed her into the bathroom and with a white haired woman.

"It's alright Abigail; we aren't here to hurt you. We want to offer you something" said the woman as she stood cautiously.

"Offer me something? I don't need any offers. If you are a reporter you aren't getting any information out of me."Abigail piped up as she began to glow lemonade yellow as she took control of their bodies. She motioned as she ran in place and smacked the air as the girls smacked and kicked each other. They yelled at each other trying to formulate a plan to get out of her grip. Abigail gasped from over exertion and suddenly she felt the room spinning. The two women flew up in the air and Abigail felt a migraine coming on as the girls flopped to the floor. The girl with the jean jacket suddenly had purple beams shoot out from her hands as they wrapped around Abigail. She couldn't break out of them as she struggled. Abigail fell to the floor as grimaced at the mutant girl. The girl turn away as she held fists that radiated violet rays.

"I'm Ororo and this is Marina. We are from a school. We can offer you a way to control your powers." The white hair woman said with concern painted in her eyes as she bent down and saw Abigail's face, "You have a gift." The purple beams faded and Abigail felt no longer restrained.

"She doesn't need control. She has power." A blue woman said as she stepped out of the shadows. Ororo showed a look of disappoint as she stood up in a protective stance. "She doesn't want your help. She has a look of vengeance in her eyes. They burn through your good deeds like it was just air. I can offer you revenge for being wronged." The blue woman said pointing to herself. Abigail stared at the blue woman; she had never seen such a sight but what she said was viable. Abigail grinned sinisterly as she rose.

"I don't need control. I have power." Abigail laughed as she followed the blue woman out of the restroom. Marina and Ororo tried to protest. The blue woman whispered in ear and she did it with pleasure. Her hands grew to an opaque yellow as she held both of their bodies up and in the air as they dangled like puppets; she threw all of her weight into pushing the air back. The two women were pushed at such a rate that they cracked the titles in the wall. She glanced at her new companion as she transformed into a normal lady with pretty blond hair and a fair complexion as they approached the busy section of the mall.

She nodded her head in agreement as she recalled what the blue woman had said, two simple words: be ruthless.

GAH! I loved writing this chapter because there are so many levels of this girl's personality! She is so interesting. Well next chap is about a Morlock. :)

Sincerely Anon