Hey there! This is my first X-Men story and I'm writing it cause I can totally see Alex having a love interest. Let's face it Lucas Till is gorgeous anyway ;)
All my life I've had this…ability I guess you could call it. I don't know what it is but I'm always full of energy. I feel I should explain.
My name is Zoë and I'm 17 years old. I live in a small town in Virginia and go to the local high school. Not to toot my own horn but I'm kind of popular. People say it's because my energy is infectious. I'm on my school's cheerleading squad, prom committee, I'm in the glee club and I run track. I have a lot of other activities but I can't be asked to go into them now.
I just have a lot of energy that needs to be burned off otherwise I get cranky, moody, grumpy or just plain fidgety. It annoys my friends when that happens, especially when I use my best weapon. When I want to have fun but my friends insist on being boring I use what they call 'My excess energy'. Again I need to explain.
I've always been able to static shock people, even when I haven't done anything to charge the shock. I don't mind, I don't get shocked and it's pretty funny to watch them jump.
Anyway, today is just a regular day. The hallways are buzzing about some kid who's been in jail for a few months now, the cheerleaders who are at the height of their clichés are flirting with the jocks and I'm…at my locker getting ready for my chemistry test.
"Come on Zoë you know this stuff and there's only five minutes left until class," moaned my boyfriend of three six months Derek. I smiled.
"Derek I told you I have to be there before hand otherwise the teachers get angry," I said shyly, my hands gripping the opened sides of his football jersey. I never said I wasn't living up to my cliché, though I don't think Derek and I are going to last much longer.
He's sweet when we're together but I've caught him being an ass to some kids, harassing them for a laugh. He's a little condescending and controlling as well, often telling me what to do.
"Well maybe I can offer some good luck?" he said again, quirking his eyebrows seductively. I giggled, shaking my head so that my light auburn hair swayed from side to side. He sighed, reaching up to tuck my fringe behind my ear before trailing his hand down the side of my face.
"But babe…you know the effect you have on me," he said with a smirk. I was starting to get annoyed at his insistency, pulling out of his grip.
"I said no Derek. Now I'm going to be late." I slammed my locker shut, about to head off when a hand grabbed my wrist, holding me firmly in place.
"You're not going anywhere," he hissed, pinning me to my locker with his body. How has no one noticed that he's basically trying to force himself on me. "You've basically had me having cold showers for six months and now I'm finally taking what's fair." I started to struggle.
"Let me go Derek!" I shrieked.
"Stop struggling bitch and just give me what's mine!" he hissed again, his hand already heading up my shirt and over my left breast.
"NO!" I screamed, my hand hitting him feebly on his chest.
My vision flashed purple before Derek was flung backwards, slamming against the row on the opposite side of the hallway. My eyes widened, my hands flittering down to my sides. As soon as my fingers brushed the metal locker it exploded, the door flying off its hinges. The explosions followed all the way down the line of lockers, the doors exploding as what looked like a purple charge wormed through them, each locker door joining the fate of the fist one, landing in crumpled, burned and smoking heaps on the floor.
Students screamed, ran and flung themselves to the floor as the explosions continued until every locker on my side of the hallway was destroyed. Throughout all of that I stayed still, shaking violently as the students all started to get up, each one staring at me.
"What the hell was that?" one asked.
"It was like the lockers came alive then exploded," another said, holding her arm. Blood dripped down onto the floor and my stomach twisted.
I hurt someone.
"What are you?" although he had just attacked me, Derek's words stung the most. I was at a loss for words as more students and some teachers started to gather around me.
Stop it! Stop staring at me! I didn't do it on purpose! Please, I'm still like you!
They couldn't hear my thoughts but I couldn't stop thinking them, my voice not working but instead producing guttural sounds similar to choking.
"She's a freak!" Derek exclaimed as he stood up, a thin trickle of blood running down from his forehead.
That snapped my control and I ran. Ran from the hallway, ran from the school…ran from them. I made it all the way home, bursting through the front door.
"Mom!" I sobbed as I ran into the kitchen. She was there, holding the phone with tears in her eyes. "Mom?" I asked again, taking a step closer. She took one back.
"Stay back," she said in a shaky voice.
"Mom what's going on? I'm scared. What's wrong with me?" I wailed.
"Steven!" my mom shrieked. Dads home? My dad ran into the kitchen, a glass in his hand. Dad doesn't drink unless he's celebrating.
"Stay away from us!" he shouted at me, wrapping my mother in his arms. "We knew you couldn't contain it! We should have followed through with our first instinct the moment you blew up my radio!"
The memory flashed before my eyes. Dad was fiddling with some radio he had gotten from the war and, after spending months restoring it, six year old me had touched it once after running around on the new wool carpet and had blown it up.
I didn't need to guess what they're first instinct was. I had heard them talking about it but I had thought they were talking about sending the cat away to be…put down.
"Y-You don't mean that," I whimpered, stepping closer.
"Stay back!" Dad screamed.
"Steven she's our daughter," mom cried.
"No she's not!" my heart broke. "She's not my Zoë. Not anymore." I staggered back, clutching my chest. My heart was pounding, shattering.
I didn't even try to grab my stuff, just turned and ran back out the door. I continued to run again, my legs keeping me going so far that I managed to get all the way to the outside of town before I collapsed.
I don't know how long I just stayed there, sobbing. I had run. Run from my education, my hopes and dreams. I had run from my life and had no idea how to fix this. A heard an engine blare and watched as a truck zoomed past me on the road, heading for the freeway.
The freeway. I knew where that led. All the way into Richmond. A fresh start. No one knew me there. No one of my…curse, whatever it was. It looks like all I could do was run, so that's what I'll have to do.
Three months later.
I sighed as I walked through the bar, handing a man sitting alone at a small table his drink. He had black, slicked hair, was a little overweight with a slightly wrinkled face and wore glasses, dressed in a finely pressed black suit. He had been coming in and out for a while but he never mentioned his name or what he did. He never even sparked up a conversation about anything.
"Thank you miss…"
"It's just Zoë," I said, my voice tinged with sadness as I remembered what came with my abandoned last name.
"Oh…well thank you," he said anyway, tipping his glass towards me before taking a sip. I smiled back before walking away towards the bar. Tony, my boss, was looking at the man as he sipped his scotch on the rocks.
"You ever seen him before?" he asked.
"I've only been here three months Tones, I don't know the regulars that well," I said with a shrug before heading into the back.
Tony runs a small bar, pretty popular actually, called McClarions and I've been working here since I hitchhiked here three months ago. Tony had accepted me off the streets, given me a home in the upper level apartments and given me a job as a waitress. He's a little strict but he's been working for a long time and never accepts any kind of bullshit.
That man in the suit did intrigue me though, seeing as his type never really steps foot in the bar. Normally we either have drunken idiots out on the town, friends chatting or people looking for a hook up.
My thinking was interrupted by a crash and I ran out to see Tony, his hands fisted in the shirt of some douche bag in a trucker hat who was laughing drunkly.
"I'm not goanna tell you again to get the hell out of my bar!" Tony hissed. The boy laughed again before he spat on Tony's chest. Tony's eyes narrowed and he shoved the boy so that he fell back, knocking a table over.
"You're dead!" the boy yelled as he struggled to get up. Tony was about to move in for a more severe beating but I stepped between them, a hand on his chest.
"No Tony! Not after St Patrick's day," I whispered. He sighed before his eyes widened.
"Zoë move!" before I could blink I felt a fist connect with the back of my head, sending me forwards and crashing onto the floor. "That's it you piece of shit!" Tony screamed, launching at the boy.
I stayed still, a quivering ball on the floor. I could feel my hands sparking, the memories of that day three months ago still fresh in my mind. Over the months I had learned a few things about my power.
Metal seemed to react to it and it only ever got really powerful when I was mad or scared. Right now I was both. I couldn't jump into the fight. This bar was filled with metal memorabilia. As soon as I touch anything this place will turn into one of those groovy disco spheres.
"Miss? Are you ok?" I opened my eyes, my concentration on forcing my power down broken. The man in the suit was kneeling in front of me. I looked up to see more men in suits, some holding Tony back, the others escorting the drunk man and his friends out.
"Wha-where did they come from?" I asked quietly, trying to sit up. The man helped steady me.
"They were outside waiting for me as I got a drink. I radioed them in as soon as that boy threw the first punch." I nodded.
"Thank you. You prevented something very bad from happening," I said. He nodded, his expression turning stern.
"That's actually something I've been meaning to ask you about." my blood ran cold. "I've been coming here for a little while because I was given a tip by some of my co-workers in the government that this place and the one upstairs doesn't pay it's electric bills because they don't need to." That was one condition of me working here. Tony knew about my power and we made a deal that I use my powers to keep the electric bills down so I don't have to pay rent. He keeps quiet about it but I can tell he has questions.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said quickly, standing up.
"I think you do and your glowing purple hands earlier gave you away miss. The rest were watching the fight but I was watching you," the man said. I started shaking, my veins running with power.
"Please stop. You don't know what you're talking about," I said with a shaky voice.
"I have a small idea but I won't push you miss. I'm not the expert." expert? Who could be an expert on me being a monster. "All I ask is that you consider what I've said and what I'm saying now. If you come with me, I can help you." I didn't answer. I couldn't leave Tony, not after all he's done for me.
"I can't," I mumbled and he sighed.
"Alright I won't push you, knowing you could fry me on the spot if you wanted to," he said with a chuckle. I smiled slightly. This was one of the first people who knew what I was and wasn't afraid. "If you have any second thoughts here's a way for you to contact me." he handed me a card before turning and walking away briskly.
He certainly didn't want to waist time. I looked over the card. It was blank with one name and a phone number under it.
"Agent Burt Zelnick: Head of Division X?"
This is my way of starting the story since I felt no one really connected with the agent that had faith and supported the mutants from the start without judging them. I hope it will give his death more meaning, even if I had to make up his last name :)
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