|X-Men: Apocalypse| The world had changed when she was six. A woman, who they began to call a mutant, saved the president. Vale Samson never knew that she was like that woman, someone with strange gifts. Years passed and she felt something strange, something new and alien. That's when Hank McCoy showed up. She became apart of a school for people like her, people like the woman all those years ago. Nothing will ever be ordinary. Chaos and madness will occur in many forms. The only question is, who will survive? =Disclaimer= All X-men characters(and this universe) are owned by Marvel and their creators. Most of the plot, Vale Samson and Jacob Pryor are owned by @TophPug. Antionette Pennal and Cyrus Pennal are owned by @buggy2222. Please do not copy or steal. •The picture on the cover and gifs were found via Tumblr• ** I'm deeply sorry to announce this fanfiction is on hold **

With the rise of mutant power, more helpless students appear at Charles's footsteps. When a new face appears lost within the emotions of others, she must adjust to the new world around her. But the world isn't as black and white as she thought, and now with a rainbow of colors in her way, she had to learn to protect the ones she loves. | Apocalypse Era| | Nightcrawler| [Highest Rankings: #1 in Nightcrawler #4 in X-Men] [i do not own Marvel or anyone of the xmen characters. I only own my OC. The plot is the same as XMen Apocalypse, just through my OCS eyes. ]

"No running through the hallway!" I yelled as two boys ran past me. "Yes Professor." They said as they slowed down. I smiled as I shook my head and continued walking towards my class. "Professor there are two kids fighting at the pool." Rogue , one of my students, said softly. "Thank you for telling me." I said with a smile. "What is going on?" I asked as I made it to the pool and saw Bobby and John fighting. "He started it." John growled out. "Well I'm finishing it, class now or I will send you to the Professor's office." I ordered. "Yes Professor." Bobby said as he walked away. I smiled as I shook my head and walked to my class. "Mom!" A voice yelled. I smiled as I turned to see my five year old daughter run up to me. "Hello Sweetheart, what are you up to?" I asked as I picked her up. "Running from papa." She said with a giggle. I smiled as I saw my husband of twenty years walking towards us.