The Thin Line Between Good And Evil

Chapter 2: Origin

Less's POV

I entered her mind cautiously, not knowing what to expect. What I found was a younger version of herself staring into a mirror. She couldn't have been older than 14 in the memory. But what really shocked me was her eyes. What were normally a dark blue where now, or then, glowing. Someone knocked on the door and in a raspy voice she answered. "Just a second."

She crawled back into bed and turned her back before speaking again. "You can come in." Because she was facing the wall, I couldn't see who it was. Fortunately, I could hear their mind.

What's wrong with her now? "Hunny are you feeling alright?" Her mother asked in a sickly sweet voice. God, why did we even take her in to begin with? All she does is cause trouble.

"I think I'm sick. Is it alright if i just stay home?" She asked in that same raspy voice. I hope she doesn't see through my crap.

Awe, poor wittle baby is sick. What are we ever going to do? "I need to go into the office, but you go ahead and stay here. Get better soon." With that she left and Alex shot out of her bed. She rushed back over to the mirror and saw that her eyes were still glowing. It was at this point that she started freaking out. I'm a mutant? Oh my god, what if I start growing a tail and fur? What am I going to tell Mom and Dad? Are they mutants too?

Calm down, Alex. Think this through. Let's first figure out what exactly you can do. A more rational part of her brain said. But how? Can I just summon it? Or do I need t be hurt? Maybe angry? She stood still staring at herselfwhile pushing with her mind. At first, nothing happened. Just as she was about to give up she heard a crash downstairs. She looked around her room for a second before snatching her sunglasses and her old softball bat and rushing downstairs.

When she got to the kichen she saw water everywhere. Had I done that? She wondered stepping closer. Again she pushed with her mind, this time willing the water to go down. Instead, the wather began to gather, then rise, before forming the shape of a man. Alex yelped in suprise and the man burst, once again becoming a puddle.

The memory stopped and I pulled away, looking deeply into her royal blue eyes. "After practicing for a couple weeks I figured out it wasn't just water. I could make things out of all the elements."

"Which were the hardest?" I asked eagerly. Her powers fascinated me, I'd never heard of anything like it, not even through other mutant's minds.

"Fire and air. At first I was scared that the fire would burn me, but I guess I'm impervious to heat. As for air, most the time I can't even see it. I ended up having to train really early in the morning, when there was fog. The only thing that really sucks is that when I make things my eyes glow. It's a dead giveaway." She sighed before eating her sandwich.

"How many things can you create at a time?"

"Depends on the size and the element. I could make three or four earth men, but only one blazer. Each element has something that is the easiest to shape it into. Of course, the weaker I am physically, the less I can do." She finished her food and I took the plate, setting it in the sink.

"So you have no idea why you're here?"  I heard a quiet 'no'. "Have you got anywhere to stay? Even just for the night?" I turned to look at her and resisted the urge to look into her mind again.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." She responded uncertainly.

"C'mon, when is the last time you slept on an actual bed? How about a real, home cooked meal?" I heard her stomach groan and smiled down at her. She debated for a few moments before nodding in consent. "How old are you anyway?"

"I'll be 18 in two months. How about you? Ya can't be any older than 17." She asked curiously.

"I'm 17 and a half actually." I stated before making another sandwich. "How long have you been on the streets?"

"About three and a half years."

"And you've never been caught?" I questioned, amazed.

"I've had a couple close calls, but usually the X-men give me more grief than the police." I stared at her slack jawed. Not only had she met the X-men, but she'd faught them too. "Huh, I guess that makes me some kind of villan, going aginst the good guys and all." She didn't sound upset about it, in fact, she almost seemed amused.

"Here," I handed her my plate, no longer hungry. "So, what do you do in your free time?"

"Like all respectable villans, I boil puppies and steal candy from babies when I'm not planning to take over the world." She said jokingly and I smiled lightly.

"No, seriously," I pressed, honestly wanting to know.

"I guess I really just eat, sleep, and try to make it to the next day. That's really all there is to do. And it's not like I can get a job or something, not looking like this. Plus I'm sure that would freak my dad out. Four years after going missing, finding out your daughter is a waitress in Omaha." She chuckled at the thought, shaking her head at the mental image. As much as I wanted to ask her, I knew my question was far to personal for her to tell a stranger. So, instead, I chuckled right along with her.

Whoo, early update! I just really wanted to publish this so yeah. Alex going to the dark side, that's cool. Just in case you were wondering, she does not know about the whole death to all the humans thing. But yeah, what do you think of her flashback thingy. Anywho, stay well cool cats.

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