The Thin Line Between Good And Evil

Prologue

Hello, reader. Let me start off by saying thank you for reading this mess of a story. I welcome any constructive critisim but ask that you don't be an a-hole about it. Also, I love hearing what people think about characters. Who they like, who they want to choke on a rusty fork, in fact that's my main motivation to write these sorts of things.

Furthermore, the way these characters behave and think is purely my own interpretation and I do not take kindly to copycats. So please don't be a jackarse and take my ideas.

But, on a happier note, please try to enjoy the story. That's what I aim for.

I was awoken by a pounding on my door, followed by my mother's shaken voice. "Alex, there are some men here to see you. Hurry up and come out here." Confusion coursed through my body as I dressed in my favorite band tee and skinny jeans. I quickly brushed my deep blue hair and slid on my shoes before leaving the saftey of my room and walking down the stairs.

"We're sorry for the intrusion, Mrs. Hammond but it is very important that we speak with Alex." As soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs I was greeted with four stares, two accusing, one curious, and one understanding. I felt my palms start to itch, my body ready for a fight.

"Mom, when did Dad get home?" I asked, with false confusion. I already knew he was home but my mother didn't need to know that.

"I got home late last night. Would you care to explain why Professor Xavier and his associate are visiting us at this early hour?" His voice rang with suspicion.

"Who?" My gaze went back to the two strangers. They didn't look like the government sent them, the one that was standing looked too scruffy.

"My name is Charles Xavier and this is Logan Howlett. We know who you are, Alex." They couldn't possibly mean- "We know what you are." My jaw clenched and I glared at crippled man in front of me. I was at a loss for words, how had I been found out so fast? I thought I'd been so careful. "It doesn't have anything to do with how careful you were, we found you through your mind."

"What is he talking about, Alex?" My mother asked worriedly.

"Who are you people?" I practically growled, ignoring my mother. Next to me the lamp table started to shake and the younger man stepped foward, fists clenched. Calm your mind. His voice spoke inside my head. "What are you doing?" We are like you, Alex. Now you must calm your mind before you hurt someone. I could actually feel him inside my head. "What the hell do you want?" I asked at the same time my father spoke.

"Will someone please tell us what is going on?" He nearly shouted and I flinched away, an action that did not go unnoticed.

"Your daughter is a mutant." The young one said firmly and my parents looked at him incredulously.

"Excuse me?" That was my mother this time.

"Alex, like many other children, was born with gifts beyond human capabilities. Why don't you show them?" Xavier spoke kindly. But they didn't understand, they just ruined everything. My mother turned to look at me, a mask of horror upon her face.

"Is it true?" She asked, her voice shaking.

"Mom, it's still me. I'm still Alex." I could feel the tears start to pool as she stood and backed away in fear. When I looked at my father he had a look of ummasked hatred. "Dad?" Fear consumed me as I looked at both of them.

"You are NOT my daughter. You are a monster." He pulled the knife he kept at his waist and I raised my hands in defense.

"Daddy, please, don't do this." The tears were falling steadily now. He didn't speak, he just ran at me and without thinking I threw up my shield. The next thing I know, my mother fell to the floor, clutching her side. I rushed foward, pushing my father aside with an invisible force. "Mom, mom!" I sobbed as I held her in my lap, knowing there was nothing I could do. When her eyes drifted shut I stood and glared at my father, who I'd pinned to the wall. "I am not the monster here." With that I turned and walked out the door, ignoring the shocked strangers.