Not About Angels ✩ An X-men Fanfiction (ON HOLD)

Prologue

The little girl stood in the room, crying. She was very small, only six years old. Tears streamed down her face as she watched her parents pick up her little sister, who was lying on the floor.

"Mama I'm sorry!" She sobbed, shaking. "I was an accident! I didn't mean to!" Her parents clutched the small girl who was lying on the floor, trying to see if she was still alive. A crib lies on the floor, in two pieces, and toys are scattered on the floor, broken. The house was dark, as if all the lights had been swallowed by the darkness that seemed to blanket the house. The three-year-old took shuddery breaths, until she finally stopped. The mother cried out, hugging her lost daughter close to her chest. The father stroked her hair gently, and a tear ran down his cheek. The older sister stared in horror at her parents, then down at her dead sister. She stepped closer, but quickly backed up as she saw the fear on her parents faces. The darkness began to swirl, around the girl as she began to cry harder.

"Lilith please-" Her mother extended a shaking hand out to her daughter.

"No!" She screamed, backing up and running out the door. She ran through her house, flinging the front door open and running out the door into the freezing night. She ran as fast as she could through the woods, the shadows of the trees chasing her farther away from her home, from a future that is slipping farther and farther away with each step that she takes. She trips and falls, but doesn't hit the ground. It is as if the darkness is holding her up.

"Go away!" She screamed at the darkness, getting up and running father. Branches scratched her arms and legs, until finally she collapsed on the ground. She had stopped crying, but blood dripped down her arm. All she saw in her mind was the darkness lifting up her crying sister, surrounding her, sucking the life out of her. Miranda had only been three. Lilith had only been six. Lilith had killed Miranda. Miranda was dead. Gone forever. Lilith screams, covering her ears and the words echo through her brain. Finally she stops screaming, and breathes deeply, staring into the forest. A house can be seen through the forest, and she walked slowly towards it. A boy was playing in the yard, catching fireflies. She walked towards him, and he saw her.

"Who's there?'" He called, and looked nervously into the woods. He saw her standing in the fading light, her brown hair messy, her white dress torn, her feet bare and muddy. "Who are you?" He asked, stepping closer. She thought for a minute, then decided on a name of a character in a book that she read at the library once. The girl was brave, and strong and loyal and kind. She was a hero.

"I'm Sky." She responded, shivering in the chilly autumn air.

"You look cold. Would you like to come in?" He asks. Sky nods, knowing that the darkness has gone for now. "I'm Hank." He says. "You can stay here if you want."

"It's okay. I just need to rest. " Sky responds, and follows him inside. She would stay here for a six years, then run away once again, to an abandoned house in Maryland. She had left, leaving nothing. Then one day, she ran into Hank again. That was when her life of running and hiding finally changed.