Without any warning we were there, staring at the dark and pain of the world. I could sense it all. All the black matter consuming humanity. But for some odd reason I wasn't afraid. He just laced his fingers with mine and looked at me in a way that made it all okay. And then we ran into the shadows. ...because I guess that's just what heroes do.

She was striking, in as many ways as a young woman, like herself, could be. Her qualities and dazzling bewilderment brought beauty to her tired eyes, that were decorated underneath with a faint purple. Though her mind was hardly ever there; she often found herself caught up in her dream like fantasies, always left wondering on the unknown. [AFTER X-MEN: APOCALYPSE] All Rights Reserved to kurttwagner, 2016 ⓒ ***We do not own any of the 'X-Men' franchise's characters/details, or anything else that is closely related to 'X-Men' and its creators; however, we do take credit for our character Laurel Creed, and what we do add to the plot line of this story.***

I always knew something about me was odd. I always considered myself a freak until I found him, a boy who was just as odd as me. (Based off of X-men Marvel Comics and movies)

❝I shoot concussive beams from my eyes.❞ ❝My hair turns into a candle, you're not that special.❞ [Post X-Men Apocalypse] [Scott Summers] [#94 in Fanfiction] [Cover by @starIords]

❝Do you feel like a young god?❞ [across the marvel cinematic universe] [thor - age of ultron] [book one of ?] [CURRENTLY EDITING]

Title explains all. Imagines are closed. Thank you all for reading/voting/commenting throughout the years! Prepare for cringy stuff I wrote this five years ago!