don't panic ( x-men. ) [ON HOLD]

p r o l o g u e

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1989,

A little girl, I saw a little girl staring back at me. Her skin pale and flawless, strawberry blonde hair down to her shoulders, big green eyes, pink full lips, but still so small, she was so small, she was only seven years of age. True she was different, she always was. The little girl in the mirror was me. I always had been different, all the other children in my class bullied me, it hurt, and it hurt to be different. But I wasn't just different like they all thought me to be, I knew I was different in another way. I could feel it inside of me, It didn't felt weird, I was used to it I always felt that way. It felt warm, powerful, and lonely. Lonely knowing I was probably the only one, the only one with a gift like mine.

I looked down at my hand, nothing happened. Of course not, it only happened when I was angry or scared. I shook my head as I heard my name. "Alexia, time for school! Hurry up we don't want you to be late!" My mother yelled from downstairs. I grabbed my backpack and quickly ran downstairs. I looked up at my mother, She looked like me but more like a older version of me. She smiled down at me. "Mommy do I have to go?" I asked her sadly. I never liked school, it meant seeing those other kids again, and I rather would do anything else then that. My mother nodded and grabbed my hand dragging me oudside and towards the car. "Yes. Now come on and get in the car." She said.

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1994,

I sat against my bedroom door covering my ears, my parents where yelling at each other. Tears where threatening to fall down but I held it in for as long as I could. I was scared for the first time in a long time. I didn't want them to break up, to divorce. I didn't want it to end here. I stood up and slammed my door open I ran down the stairs, straight into the living room. My parents stopped yelling and their heads turned to me. My mother's eyes softened but my fathers stayed hard as stone. "Alexia.." My mother said softly, a sad smile playing upon her lips. I shook my head. "Please stop yelling." I pleaded. My father smirked at me, I knew what was wrong, he had came home late and drunk once again. He always became aggressive when he was. And it scared me.

My mother saw him smirking and quickly stood in front of me her arms spread in a way to protect me. "You will not touch my child in any way." She spat at my father. I saw anger forming upon his face as he stepped closer. "Your child? You forget she's mine too, or are you keeping something from me? You filthy whore." He yelled at her. He was so close their noses almost touched. I saw him slowly raise his hand, I wanted to stop him but I was too late. He slapped her right across the face as she felt down to the ground. I felt anger rising in me as I looked down at my hands. They began to light up, just like I thought they would. My hands looked like they where on fire only it was blue. My father's eyes widened, as did my mother's who had turned her head to look at me. Tears where finally streaming down my face. My father turned his head towards my mother. "She's a mutant?!" He spat the word out with venom. "When where you planning on telling me this?" He hissed at her. My mother's eyes where wide with fear. Fear for my father, for my powers, for me.

"I.. I didn't know.." She whispered. She turned to me again. "A-Alexia? When? H-how?" She muttered. As I was about to answer my father interrupted. "It doesn't matter when, what matters is that we have a bloody mutant in our house! Who could kill us!" He yelled. "Greg.. She," My mother tried to reason. But he cut her in. "No Louise. Don't you see it she isn't our girl anymore, our Alexia." He spoke the last part softly. He turned back to me and came at me. I held my hands before me. "Stay back!" I yelled. The blue fire from my hands was fired right at my father, he flew right across the room. I heard his body smash loudly against the wall and onto the floor. "Greg!" My mother yelled as she ran towards him cradling him in her arms. My eyes widened in shock as I saw what I did. I didn't even know how I did it. I looked at my father and then at my hands. How did I just do that?

My mother looked at me hatred filled her eyes. I became worried, why did she look at me that way I was still the same Alexia right? I took a step closer. "Mum?" I spoke softly. She didn't look at me anymore she looked down at my father's unconscious body as she strokes his hair. "Get out." She hissed. "W-what? Why?" I mumbled. Her head shot up in my direction. Tears where streaming down her face. "I said get out! Now!" She yelled at me. Tears escaped my eyes again as I let out a sob. My hands had stopped glowing and where normal once again. I turned and slowly walked towards the front door, opening it at walking out. I walked out of the street tears still streaming down my face. I had no idea where I was going next or what I was going to do. What could I do? To everyone else I was just a twelve-year-old freak.