AUTHOR'S NOTE:

OK, so this is chapter three of Destiny's Humor. Like I said before (in the summary) it's an idea a friend and I came up with. This is also my first fanfiction I've published, so in your reviews please be gentle. But I do want reviews from y'all! I want to know if this story is worth continuing. If you like it, Please review and say so!

CHAPTER THREE

Alexandria's POV

"It's been three weeks, Alex. You look fine." My best friend Alicia insisted as she brushed powder over my cheeks. I was healing at a rapid rate-something I often did. I had the gift of telepathic abilities but I could also control some things…with mind over matter, I guess you could call it. If I concentrated, I could progressively heal myself. But these changes happened over a period of time and I needed at least an hour of uninterrupted silence.

This unique ability meant I didn't have many scars. I have a few from when I was little and didn't have the mental maturity to pull off the healing.

And Alicia was right. I did look fine. You couldn't even tell I'd even been attacked a mere three weeks ago. I sighed. "Are you done yet?" I asked, impatient. "Almost. Just chill for a sec."

I was perfectly capable of doing my own make-up, I even liked wearing it. My day to day make-up was pretty simple though and Alicia insisted that tonight needed a little extra. She was planning on being a cosmetologist so I let her practice on me.

We were headed to a party hosted by one of my father's associates. My father wouldn't be joining us because he was meeting with a few senators for diplomatic reasons, but he had told me to go and enjoy myself. I'd invited Alicia to go with me.

"All done!" She exclaimed.

I peeked in the mirror. She'd put a light powder and blush on my face making it look lightly sun-kissed. I had a great complexion to start with, courtesy of a nightly wash and good genes.

She had put a deep black shadow on my eyes, framing my natural blue eyes nicely. A dash of black eyeliner was smudged at the edges of my eyes, and followed the dark shadow just a bit off my eyes. A muted red lipstick completed it. "Very nice. I think you've outdone yourself" I commented.

She beamed at the compliment. "Thanks. I know it's a bit more than usual but I wanted to try out a rocker-chic look"

"It's fine" I assured her and went to get my shoes. I glanced in the mirror again when I reached my room.

I was pretty-I didn't think I was a knockout or anything like that. I had dark brown hair which was curled up into loose circles on my head at the moment, with a few tendrils escaping. I had pretty light blue eyes and dark eyebrows. They weren't manly but I'd never minded them. They looked like Lucy Hale's eyebrows from Pretty Little Liars. I enjoyed watching the show and seeing how it matched up to the book series. I wore a simple black dress that lightly hugged my slender frame. My shoes were black opened-toed leather ankle boots, worn with spider web tights. They were black tights with a simple spider web design sewn into the fabric. A silver locket and silver medium sized hoops completed the outfit. "Alex! Let's go!" Alicia called.

"Coming!" I shouted back as I shrugged on my leather jacket. I had two of them-one brown and one black for dressy occasions like this.

I met Alicia at the car and waved to Storm.

Gideon's POV

I was dressed in a simple black suit. The grey button down shirt was opened slightly at the top. I held a glass of soda as I leaned against a wall, taking in my surroundings. I was trained to appear uninterested but be alert at the same time. The party was kind of boring, just a bunch of suits milling around, talking, introducing suits to another suits. Many had brought daughters or sons along for the night.

The bar wasn't even serving alcohol because there were so many minors here. I sighed. Unlike many idiots my age, I could handle my liquor. I was nineteen and had been drinking since seventeen. Not that I was a heavy drinker, but every once in the while I liked getting a drink. I sighed again. This party is a wash, I thought taking a sip of my soda.

Alexandria's POV

We pulled up to the house and a valet took our car.

"He was cute" Alicia said.

"You think everyone's cute" I reminded her.

"No I don't." She protested.

We stepped into the foyer and the party area was out on the large deck.

We went out and I glanced around. The deck was dark Mahogany, and quite large. Fifty to hundred people easily fit. There were stairs leading down into a garden area where more people were milling. Stone walls were constructed every so often to add depth. They weren't attached to anything and most had benches or chairs set in front of them. Glancing up, I noted that lights were strung along lines like I'd seen in the movies. A bar that was acting as a buffet table was set up on the left side of the deck. Soft music played in the background. "This music sounds like elevator music" Alicia whispered. I choked back a giggle.

Gideon's POV

I took another sip as I watched people. My father wanted me here because he thought an associate of his was flipping on him. So I got to play "spy" as he put it.

Glancing up at the open doors I choked on my drink as Alexandria came into view. Damn! The girl looked good. Not like someone who had just gotten the shit beat out of them three weeks ago. I set down my drink to go talk to her.

Alexandria's POV

"I'm getting a drink." Alicia said, and slipped off. I wandered over to the side, leaning my arms against the cool wood of the railing.

"Fancy seeing you here. And in one piece I might add." A voice said behind me. I instantly recognized the voice as I turned around. Taking him in before I answered, I simply said, "Well I heal fast." He chuckled and moved to stand next to me. "I'll say. I would've counted you down and out for the count for at least a month."

I studied him. "Did you kill those boys?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Do I look like a killer?"

I was aware that he'd dodged the question. "Answer the question."

He sighed. "No. I didn't. I did check up on that story though. Turns out they were in a gang. Killed in a drive-by later that night."

"And they just happened to stay in the same alley?" I asked dubiously.

"Yep. My guess is that they were getting high and stayed to finish off the drugs after we left." He said.

"I don't believe you. I think you killed them" I insisted.

"Well-"He stretched his arms out. "I'm going to let you in on a secret. I don't care if you believe me or not."

I studied him. If he had killed them, wouldn't he be at least a little bit defensive that I'd accused him?

I held out my hand. "Alexandria Xavier."

He took it. "I know. Gideon Lenshaw."

That name rang a bell, but I couldn't place it.

"Very nice to make your acquaintance." He shook my hand then dropped it.

Gideon's POV

I was astounded that she didn't react to my last name. Either she was one hell of an actress, or she didn't know my father by anything other than Magneto. Not many people did.

I couldn't get over how good she looked. Not just her apparent miraculous recovery, but her appearance. The last time I'd seen a picture of her was three years ago and she'd been quite plain and boring. It wasn't that she was wearing make-up, but she'd really come into herself. Three weeks ago, it was been hard to tell if she was pretty or still plain what with all the blood and bruises.

A girl came up to Miss Xavier. "Alex-"she stopped short when she saw me. "Oh well hello."

Judging by the look on her face she didn't recognize me. I knew that the two professors who'd pulled Miss Xavier from my car had recognized me by sight.