Mutation, the Key to Evolution (X-men)

Chapter 1

Cassie's P.O.V

I groaned as I woke up with the sun streaming through the crappy curtains of the newest foster home my brother and I had been placed in. Sitting up I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and brushing through my long dark brown hair as I scanned the small bedroom I was in, me and my brother, Cade ,had just recently been thrown out of our previous foster home because of our behavior and the fact that our foster mother had younger kids to take care of and couldn't be bothered with two teenagers. We've stayed in this house for a little over a week now and let's just say... It's been hell.

My foster father's name was Isaac and he's not the worst foster parent I've ever come across but he's definitely not my favorite.

He comes home every night drunk off his ass then hits me and Cade out of rage. Let's just say this is defiantly not my first rodeo as far as abusive foster parents go.

I'm just going to sum up the sob story for you. My brother and I are twins, both seventeen and been bounced around the foster system since our mom died when we were five and our dad took off before mom could tell him she was pregnant. It's hard to keep track of how many foster homes we've been in the past twelve years, so I couldn't tell you exactly. We don't have the best track record, I've been in Juvie twice, both for assault charges, but I'll get into that a little later. Cade (my brother) has only been in Juvie once. And oh yeah... Were both mutants.

Usually the mutant gene manifests at puberty or at a series of heightened emotional stress, but states dormant until then. Cade and I were five when it surfaced so we've have had access to our powers pretty much all our lives. My mutation is a little complicated but basically I can manipulate kinetic energy, at first I thought I only had telekinesis but when these other powers started popping up I knew there was more to it. My brother on the other hand can manipulate mechanical energy so he's pretty much the techno whisperer being that he can talk to machines and all.

I got out of bed and headed to my brothers bedroom across the hall. I entered his room and found that he was still asleep. Not surprising since he is almost always the last one up.

"Cade" I said crouching down to his level.

"Mmm" I heard him grumble in response.

"You need to get up, we have a meeting with my probation officer" I told him while shaking his shoulder in an attempt to wake him up.

Last month I was in a bit of trouble... I "attacked" the foster father I had at  the time. And I don't regret any of it. I came home one day and he was drunk off his ass saying random crap, when I tried to speak that just got him angrier ,and he started hitting me. When he threw me against the wall, I saw the bat on the ground  and I picked it up and beat the crap out him. There was no permanent damage but he did get quite the beating and pressed charges. I got off with six months of probation and ninety hours of community service, but they have assigned me a probation officer to report to at every month. This is my first month where he or she will figure out my community service and keep up with what I do at the end of every month.

"Why do you have to be such a trouble maker." He said peeking over his pillows with an amused smile playing on his lips.

"Oh come on! You get in way more trouble than I do" I defended.

"Yeah, but at least I don't get caught" he said triumphantly.

"Except when you end up in Juvie" I said with a smirk.

"Says the girl that just got out" he said knowing he had a point.

"Whatever, just get up" I standing up making a point to glare at him on my way out of his room

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I don't see why they took so long to get you a P.O" Cade said as we came upon the small building full of offices.

" I mean, you could have already violated your probation for all they know" he expressed.

"This is New York a place of one of the highest crime rates in the United States, they have a lot more important things to worry about than to assign a 17-year-old girl a probation officer" I said as we entered the building.

My foster father was suppose to be here for the meeting but he found any excuse to get out of it. We signed in and took a seat in the office of my new, soon-to-be probation officer.

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Authors note:

Yup, so yesterday I had a bit of inspiration and thought, "ya know I've been putting this off for way to long and I have way to many ideas in my head" so I decided to write and post this chapter. It's short, I know, but not all of them will be this way and the story will get better <3