Okay, so, I've seen X-men; First Class three times already. And it's only been out in theatres for what, five days? Yeah, that's how obsessed I am with the movie. So, I've decided that in order to quench my thirst of this epic movie (and to save money from having to see it in theatre so many times), I needed to write a fan fiction. So, this is what came out of it. It's essentially the movie, but with two of my OC characters (Effie Winchester & Marilyn McAllister), and how I feel like the movie would've played out if these two were in it. So yeah, those are the only two characters that I currently own. All the other characters belong to Marvel Comics & Stan Lee.

CHAPTER ONE;
THE ARTIST

"Nice weather we're having today, isn't it?"

She looked up, about to answer, when it hit her.

It was early Sunday morning. Most people were at church, and those who weren't were stuck in bed. She had been lucky enough to get out of the first by faking sick, saying she had a nasty headache, but with enough rest, she'd be ready for the day's others activities. So, with that, her parents and younger brother said their goodbyes, and then, not even a second latter, she made her way down to the park, her sketchpad and colored pencils in her hands.

Of course, a few minutes latter, two men had made their way down to her section of the park; very few people came down to this area, and most of them were artists, like her. But these two men looked very scholarly – well, the smaller one of them did. The other one seemed to dress like a mafia member, or something, with his leather jacket and his hands stuffed in his pocket. She was wary of them at first; as a seventeen-year-old girl with luscious blonde hair and seemingly innocent hazel-gray eyes, she was often the main focus of unwanted attention, and so she was always on the lookout. Though after a few minutes of them doing nothing but sitting on the bench a few yards away, looking up at the clear blue sky, she figured they were just two tourists, looking for a nice quiet place, so she went back to her art. Until a few minutes latter, when some one had asked her about the weather.

Looking up, she saw that the two men were the only company she had at that particular moment, and they were to far away for anything to be heard, unless it was a shout. And this voice certainly wasn't a yell; it was more like a friend trying to start a conversation with another. And that was when she realized that the voice she had heard was actually in her head.

"Have I gone mad?"

She couldn't register if it was just her thoughts, or if she had spoken out loud. But, either way, the scholarly looking man turned his head in her direction and smiled right at her.

"No Effie, you're not mad. But you are different, aren't you? Your artistic creativity isn't just a mere talent…"

There was that voice again, inside her head. She didn't know how, but she knew it must've been that man that was smiling at her, his index and middle fingers now touching the side of his temple. But how did he know she was different? How did he know about her powers?

"Do not worry Effie, you're among friends here. We mean you no harm."

It was the same man, she was sure of, because this time, he spoke his words out loud. His voice echoed through the bushes and tress, giving it a more real feeling. He seemed … human, this time.

"How do you know my name," She called out, "and about my … the things I can do?"

She didn't want to say it out loud. It was the words were tabooed, and even the mere thought of it, could cause destruction.

"My name is Charles Xavier," the man said as he walked up to where she was sitting, the mafia man following right behind him.

"And this," he said, gesturing to the other man, "is Erik Lensherr. We're like you. We're different. And we need your help. We are -"

"Is there a private place where we could talk?" Erik, looking mad and broody, hastily said as he looked from one side to the next. Effie didn't particularly want to know what, if anything at all, they were to offer. She sat there in silent for a few seconds, first looking at Charles, then at Erik, then back at Charles. If this was a game, it certainly wasn't funny in the least. But, despite it all, all she wanted was to know how the man – a man that she had had only met mere seconds ago – knew about her powers. The rest, she would figure out later.

So, what did you guys think? Please, I'd love to hear your comments. Should I keep going?