𝘿𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 『Alex Summers』

F O U R

a/n super short i'm rewriting soon.

THE ALCOHOL WAS SOON ENOUGH KICKING IN. well, for most of the team at least. Evelyn sat on the floor by the pullout cupboard fall of alcohol, nursing a three quarter full bottle of whiskey in her right hand and the empty vodka bottle in her left. She picked the bottle of dark auburn and took a swig, refusing to change her expression as it scorched the lining of her throat.

"Doesn't that burn? Or are you too drank to notice?" she turned to see Alex sitting on the floor at her right side.

"I've had worse than whiskey burn." She took another swig after she spoke.

"right. Where'd the vodka go?" She lifted up the empty glass bottle to show it was empty, "fucking hell, how drunk are you?"

"I can't get drunk. Well, easily." She explained, completely monotone as she drank a large portion of the other bottle.

He looked down at her for a moment, taking in her appearance. I won't lie to you and say our protagonist looked flawless despite her tangled hair and small eye bags, that's just annoying. Evelyn looked like shit. She had bruises littered along her jaw and her arms that were exposed by the ripped fabric of her mission suit, her hair was ridiculously greasy, pilling up in bunches of knots and her skin was pasty and encrusted with dirt and dried blood began to flake around her nose. Alex knew from the look of her she had been though a lot, and the way she held on to the bottles as if they were all she had made the view even clearer to him.

"How old are you?" He asked her, not being able to tell from all the muck and blood on her face.

Evelyn turned to face him, looking up slightly due to the height difference, "... I'm eighteen."

His eyes widened slightly, he leaned towards her slightly, "okay, taking this off you." He grasped the bottle of whiskey from her grip, screwing the cap on and removing it from her reach, "you're really eighteen?"

"Not legally." He Evelyn mumbled, loud enough for him to hear.

"...what?"

"Legally, I died fourteen years ago in a plane crash with my family." She told him, the most humour she could manage being put in her tone, which in all honesty, wasn't that much.

"WHAT HAPPENED IN HERE?!" Alex offered Evelyn his hand to help her stand up when they heard the voice of all agent.

She hesitated, staying seated on the floor before taking it in hers. She felt her skin set alight with something that felt like her mutation, she looked at their hands in a panic, thinking she'd burned him, but only saw his large hands holding her smaller ones, looking completely... normal. Normal. Normal. She repeated it in her head over and over, each time with varying intensity. Never in her life had she felt like this, it was like that one scene in the romantic film her mom would watch when they lived in Ohio, at the moment that the beautiful girl realised she was in love with the boy she thought she couldn't have, when the fountain turned on and the water sprayed like fireworks behind her. Her heart was exploding just like that fountain.

Little did she know, the second Alex felt the second they joined hands electric shocks shot through every bone in his body. He wasn't sure why, he couldn't even see her face from all the bruising, blood and dirt, but he just knew she was beautiful. It was as if he was destined to be drawn to her.

They were both removed from their thoughts by Hank's voice, "it was Alex!"

Raven began to tell Charles and Erik about the code names, but all Evelyn could hear was her ears ringing. Alex still hadn't let go of her hand.