It was raining and dark. Classic weather for a person like me. I sighed as I slipped through the gate, panting softly. Why was I here? I've never entered another world. Especially not one I don't belong in. The rain soaked my clothes and ink black hair, making it fall in to my eyes. I was so exhausted. My knees buckled from under me, making me fall to the ground in front of three graves. "Who're you?" My eyes widened as I felt some one behind me. Turning, I saw a...well an animal standing above me. Or at least a man that looked like an animal. He had hair that looked to form horns. He had a beard and a cigar was in his mouth. His cold blue eyes stared down at me as he crossed his arms. "Well?"

I narrowed my eyes, suddenly mad at this man. "Well what? I don't have to answer to you." I snapped,still to tired to stand.

He raised an eyebrow. "Kid, what're you doing here?"

I looked down, knowing I wasn't allowed to be there. "I have my reasons." I said while looking up. "Plus, I'm not a kid. I'm in my twenties."

He chuckled. "Good to know. Look, do you need something? Maybe you want to go inside and talk to Orroro?"

"Orroro?" Now I was confused. Who was Orroro?

"Yeah. Look, it's obvious you're a mutant. Or else you wouldn't be here. Do you want to come inside?" he offered while I shivered slightly, the rain forming goosebumps on my flesh. What was a mutant?

"I...N-No. It's fine..." I whispered while starting to stand, shivering still. Exhaustion took over and I collapsed, falling into unconciousness. The last thing I remembered was two arms catching me.

-.-.-Two Days Later-.-.-

I groaned as I opened my eyes, automatically closing them again as a blinding light met my pupils. "Ugh..."

"Oh, good. You're awake." a voice said, deeper than the man's from last night. Or atleast...it was last night, right? "You've been asleep for two days." Okay, guess not.

"W-What happened?" I whispered before raising a hand to cover my eyes as I opened them.

"You must have used so much of your energy that your body could not withstand it anymore." he said simply as my eyes adjusted and I sat up. I turned to who was talking before my eyes widened and I jumped, accidently falling off the table.

CRASH!

"Owww..." I muttered before looking around me to see a knocked over tray with needles. I looked up to see a fuzzy...blue...guy? Or atleast what looked to be a guy. I mean...he was blue. He was furry. And he was a male. But...since when did people look like me? "Where am I?"

"Why Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. Are you alright?"

"Yeah...I'm fine. I think. Who are you?"

"I'm Hank McCoy. Now come. People are excited to meet the emerald beauty." he said with a smile while helping me to my feet. I snorted. Since when was I referred to as a beauty?

"Wait...there's more people like us?" I asked as he handed me a black tank top and some faded jeans. He led me to a bathroom where I could change. I looked at my reflection to see that my hair had fallen out of its braid and was now in wavy masses around my face. I looked...different. As soon as I had finished changing I quickly exited the bathroom.

"Well...along the lines. They might not have the outward appearance...but they are...gifted." Hank said while leading me out of the room.

"Where are my things?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed as we walked down the empty hall.

"In a room already. Orroro thought you should stay long enough to get your strength back." he said as we walked up a staircase.

"But...with my skin..."

"What about it? I have to say that is the most beautiful shade of skin I have seen in all my years." Hank said with a warm smile. I couldn't help but look down as I blushed, not use to being complimented. "Every one is waiting in here."

I looked up to see we had come to two large wooden doors. "Hank...why am I here?" I asked while looking at him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...well...never mind." I finished lamely before he chuckled and opened the door. I heard talking stop as we stepped inside. Fidgeting with the hem of my shirt, I didn't look up until a sweet woman's voice say, "Welcome. I'm Orroro Monroe. Will you tell us your name?"

I looked up, my hair falling back to reveal my brown eyes that my old friends had labeled intense. Every one was staring at me. I shifted slightly when I saw the man from yesterday glaring at me, a cigar in his mouth. Beside him was a tall man with bulging muscles. He had a small smile on his lips and caring eyes. Sitting in a chair by a window were a boy with blonde hair and blue eyes and a girl with brown hair pulled in to a pony tail. For some reason, I immediately didn't like them. "Tell me theirs first." I said, looking at the woman who had talked to me. She had gentle eyes, mocha skin, and white hair. White like snow.

She chuckled before saying, "The two on the couch are Kitty and Bobby. Piotr is the tall man. And you've already met Logan."

"Yeah...We have already met." I said, not pleased to see him again.

"So what's your name, kid?" he asked around his cigar.

"Also, what's your power? You already have that weird skin. What's your other mark to show you're like us?" Bobby asked, making me scowl at him.

"My power? That's what you want to see?" I asked, my scowl turning into a small and devious little smirk. I looked over at Logan and flicked my wrist before his cigar burst into flames, causing it to fall out of his mouth.

"What the-" Bobby started, straightening. "You can control fire?"

"I can do alot more than that, Bobby." I said, stressing his name. I was annoyed with this boy. He didn't even know my name, was pointing out my flawed skin, and asking me what my power was? That just won't work. My eyes flashed and, before any one knew it, Bobby was floating in mid air. Every one looked at me with wide eyes as Hank rested a hand on my shoulder.

"You shouldn't stress yourself, my dear." he said soothingly. For some reason...he made me want to calm down... I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as I lowered Bobby to the ground.

"Kid, what's your name?" Logan asked again as I looked up.

"Elphaba. Elphaba Thropp."