Hey guys! I've just...ever since X Men Days of Future Past came out, it brought out all of my X Men feels again...I haven't fangirled or anything like that over the X Men in a long time! Like seriously? I think Bryan Singer did a fantastic job with Days of Future Past. Michael Fassbender and James Mcavoy made me...what's the word?...Well let's just say that the room was much hotter! Am I right ladies? lol Anyway, I felt like writing an X Men fanfiction. Don't be mean please, I'd appreciate it. But don't sugar coat anything in a review either. I want to know if you like it! But just be civil okay? That's all I ask. Anyways, enjoy!
But here's some info on my OC first:
My OC is Lorelei Fisher, but she changed her name to Isabella Ridolfi after the war. I'll give her more of her background story as this story progresses.
She has dark red hair.
Her natural eye color is green, but because of her mutation...her eyes can turn red.
She's 5 ft. and 6 in. tall.
Her mutation is almost similar to Raven's. Everything that she sees with her eyes, she can mimic herself. That includes other mutant powers. The only thing that can help her stop copying is shielding her eyes. She figured out early in her life that sunglasses help shield her eyes. I hope that makes sense? Sorry if it doesn't...
And that's about it...hopefully things will make more sense in this story... ENJOY!
"What'll it be, Ms. Ridolfi?" Rick asked.
"I'll have whiskey. Leave the bottle here too..." I sighed.
"Everything alright?" He seemed concerned.
"Well I'm moving tomorrow...lost my job and my house. Nothing seems to ever go right for me." I chuckled dryly.
Rick the bartender...he seemed to be the only person in this damn city that I could call a friend. Rick filled the shot glass full of whiskey and left the bottle next to my drink. I took out my wallet, about to give him what money I had left, but he stopped me.
"It's on the house. Think of it as a goodbye gift." He smiled sadly.
"Thank you..." I blushed.
I put my wallet back into my coat pocket and grabbed the shot glass. I sat there for what seemed to be hours. I took a few occasional sips from my shot glass. When I started having a headache, I put on my sunglasses to shield my sensitive eyes from the light and had a few more shots of whiskey. I could feel the effects of the alcohol finally kicking in.
"Excuse me, miss." I felt someone tap my shoulder.
I turned around and found a handsome young man smiling at me.
Damn...that's some accent he's got there...is he British?
"Hey..." I reluctantly replied. "Can I help you?"
"May I?" He gestured to the bar stool next to me. I nodded and watched him sit down. "My name is Charles Xavier." He held out his hand.
Mmmmm...his accent...I fucking love people with accents...particularly men with accents.
"Isabella Ridolfi." I gave him my name and shook his hand.
Charles held my hand and gave me a charming smile as he gently kissed my hand.
"That's a lovely name...but I do not believe that it is your true name, yes?" Charles gave me a knowing look.
I stiffened up and yanked my hand from Charles before taking another shot of whiskey. I had a feeling I would need this drink.
"What's it to you?" I snapped.
Another man equally as handsome as Charles made his way over and sat down on the other side right of me.
"No need to get defensive." The man grinned.
This man seemed more muscular than Charles. He also had a little accent in him as well...
Is...that a German accent I hear?
I quickly grew nervous at the man on my left.
Oh god...please tell me he isn't a Nazi...I have to leave.
"I apologize. This is my colleague, Erik Lehnsherr." Charles seemed to notice my anxious behavior.
I downed another shot of whiskey and started feeling a little more relaxed, but barely.
"And what the hell is it that you two gentlemen want from me?" I glared at Erik.
Charles at least seemed like a gentleman...even if I didn't know his motive right now.
What did these guys want from me?
"Why are you wearing sunglasses indoors?" Erik suddenly asked.
"And why are you being nosy?" I retorted.
There is no need to be defensive, Lorelei. Just calm your mind, we're not here to harm you.
I jumped at the voice in my head. It sounded a lot like Charles. I gave him a look of disbelief and fear.
No one has called me that in over fifteen years.
I grabbed my bottle of whiskey and my bag and began making my way outside.
"Goodbye, gentlemen. I think I've had one hell of a night. I better get going now."
"Lorelei wait!" Charles ran after me.
I drank from my bottle of whiskey and began to walk faster.
We're not here to hurt you Lorelei. Please, just give us a chance to speak with you. I apologize for Erik's behavior.
"What do you want from me?!" I yelled.
Charles finally caught up with me along with Erik.
"Lorelei, I apologize if we have frightened you. That was not my intention...let me start over..." Charles took a deep breath. "My name is Charles Xavier, and this is my colleague, Erik Lehnsherr. We know what you are, so you don't have to be afraid. We're both mutants as well." Charles explained.
Mutants?
"You're what?" I asked in confusion.
"People with "powers" if you prefer." Erik folded his arms.
Oooohhhh...never heard us being referred to as mutants...
"How do you know my name? I haven't been called that in years."
"I'm...I'm a telepath. I can read your mind, see your memories...I was only skimming through your mind and I noticed that your real name happened to be Lorelei. I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry..."
"Just please...don't call me by that name anymore. My name is Isabella Ridolfi. Lorelei is dead..." I said grimly.
"Why change your name?" Erik asked.
I grew tired of questions and pulled up my sleeve revealing a set of numbers branded into my arm. Charles and Erik's eyes both widened.
"You're...a survivor too." Erik pulled back his sleeve.
He was a survivor like me...
I pulled my sleeve down.
"My name is no longer Lorelei." I told them.
Charles nodded and gave me an apologetic smile.
"Well Isabella...we're here because we are recruiting people with special abilities such as yours. It's for a noble cause I assure you." Charles informed me.
"And what is this noble cause?" I raised an eyebrow after taking another swig from my whiskey.
Shit...I'm feelin' woozy...
I put the bottle of whiskey in my bag for later.
"There is a mutant, Sebastian Shaw. He is trying to turn the USA and the Russians against each other. If he succeeds...he'll be creating World War III." Charles spoke seriously.
The name Shaw hit me like a shit ton of bricks. It was a name I'd never thought I would ever hear again. The name made my blood chill.
"An' you need me 'cause?" I asked.
Shit...I'm a little drunk aren't I? Maybe not drunk...just tipsy...
"I was able to locate you through a device called Cerebro. It locates mutants and- -" Charles continued.
"We're gonna need all the mutants we can get. Shaw has his own crew of mutants that are as powerful as the three of us. We're gonna fight fire with fire." Erik finished.
"It'll even the odds we believe." Charles added.
"You wan' me to fight wit' you guys? I'm not sure I'm qualified." I slurred.
"Well I know you're more than qualified for this." Charles gave me a knowing look.
The bastard looked into my mind again didn't he? He probably knows my ability now...
"It won't be just the three of us. We've already recruited several other mutants for our cause." Charles told me.
"An' if I say I ain't goin'? What then?" I asked.
"I won't stop you from leaving to New York, but think about it...you won't have to hide, Isabella. You can be yourself around others like us." Charles smiled genuinely.
"Plus there's the fact that you'll be helping us avoid a war." Erik added.
I stood there in silence for several seconds. I adjusted my sunglasses and pushed them back up after feeling them slide down.
"Fine...I'll join you." I finally replied.
"What are your powers if I may ask?" Erik gave me a suspicious look.
"You show me yours, I'll show you mine." I slurred my words a little bit.
I let my glasses slide back down the bridge of my nose and watched Erik closely. A plain metal can lying on the street flew straight into his hand.
"I can manipulate metal." Erik explained.
I smirked and held out my hand. In seconds the can flew out of Erik's hand and came into mine.
"That's remarkable!" Charles smiled and looked at me in awe.
"You can move metal too?" Erik seemed surprised and confused at the same time.
"You know the saying, "Monkey see, Monkey do?"..." I asked. "Anything I see, I can do it..." I told him.
I pushed up my sunglasses again.
"Those sunglasses...do they prevent you from copying what you see?" Charles asked with a hint of curiosity in his tone.
I nodded in reply. Charles smiled yet again.
"That is truly amazing. You have a wonderful gift." Charles said.
I slung my bag over my shoulder.
"Well let's get goin'... lead the way." I wobbled a little bit.
Charles rushed over to me as he noticed I was about to fall over. He put an arm around my waist.
"Let us go to our private jet then..." Charles spoke up.
With that said, we were gone...
I woke up and noticed it was the middle of the night. We were still flying in the jet. I had a little bit of a headache and slowly got up when I realized how badly I really had to go.
"Finally up are you?"
I jumped when I reached the bathroom and saw Erik sitting down on one of the seats in the dark. Erik reached for a lamp in the fancy jet and turned it on.
"Being a creep in the dark are you?" I retorted.
Erik chuckled at this and stood up before coming over to me.
"You know Shaw...don't you?" He asked.
I grew stiff and tried opening the bathroom door. It was bolted shut.
The hell?
"Well?" Erik waited.
I noticed Erik had his hand extended a little and pointed at the bathroom door. He was using his power to keep it shut.
Jerk... =_=
Erik gripped my chin a little too tightly and forced me to look at him.
"How do you know Shaw?" His steely blue eyes glared at me.
"I...I don't." I lied.
Erik's face inched closer towards mine until our lips were about an inch apart from touching.
"Don't lie to me..." He warned.
"Such a charmer aren't you?- -"
Erik yanked off my glasses from my face.
"Give those back."
"Tell me how you know Shaw and don't lie to me."
Something told me that Erik wasn't with Charles to stop another war from beginning. It was as if he had ulterior motives that involved Shaw.
Is he planning to kill Shaw?
I gave him the death glare and pushed him away from me.
"Fuck off, Lehnsherr."
I was finally able to open the bathroom door and go inside. I locked it behind me and took a deep breath.
I'm starting to regret coming along with these guys...
"Ah, there you are. I hope you were comfortable enough during the trip." Charles smiled.
No, I wasn't ...
Charles perked up and I smiled knowingly when I knew he read my mind again.
"Sorry...force of habit. But uh...would you care to explain?" Charles seemed concerned.
"Your little buddy Erik is an asshole." I answered.
"What did he do exactly?" He asked.
"Had a little interrogation with me last night and took my glasses. If he tries doing a stunt like that again, I won't hesitate to hurt him. I just thought I'd warn you in advance." I explained.
"I'll have a word with him. I'm sorry about that." Charles apologized.
I couldn't help but smile at Charles.
"I'm sorry for snapping you. I had to sleep in the bathroom all night just to get away from Erik. It was annoying..." I sighed.
Charles then gave me a look of awe.
"Wow...without your glasses- -"
"My eyes change color after several hours of not having something shield my eyes. They're red now aren't they?"
Charles nodded in confirmation.
"Your mutation is certainly interesting. I bet Hank will be excited- -"
"Who?"
"Hank is another mutant. He invented Cerebro. His mutation doesn't have anything to do with his intelligence, but it's a little more...animalistic I believe." Charles informed me.
"That actually sounds pretty cool." I chuckled.
"Shall we?" Charles held out his arm and gave me that charming smile again.
I looped my arm with Charles as he led me out of the jet.
We arrived at a CIA base in Langley, Virginia. Charles noticed how I was now getting a headache, something that also happened when I didn't have my sunglasses shielding my eyes. Charles gave Erik a glare that held a certain message. In seconds, Erik reluctantly handed my sunglasses over to Charles, who in return, slid on my glasses gently on my face.
Do that again Erik, and I will hurt you.
Erik looked over at me in what seemed to be surprise, but he quickly covered it up and pretended he didn't hear me. I was actually surprised that he had heard me.
I guess I copied Charles' abilities without realizing it.
Charles was the first to step out of the car and he held out his hand for me.
Such a gentleman...
I grabbed my bag and took Charles' hand gratefully when getting out of the car next. Erik followed us closely behind. A brunette woman stepped out of the building smiling at Charles and Erik. When seeing me, her smile grew bigger.
"Hello, my name is Moira MacTaggert. I'm a fellow CIA agent here."
"Isabella Ridolfi." I held out my hand. She quickly shook my hand.
"So you're another mutant?" Moira asked.
I let my glasses slide down my nose and looked straight into her eyes. Her smile quickly disappeared and her reaction pretty much confirmed that my eyes were still red.
"I believe so." I replied. "It's okay if you don't like what you see. A lot of people don't."
Charles squeezed my hand in attempt to comfort me.
It's okay, she's just not used to things like this yet. She's actually a very accepting person.
I relaxed when I heard Charles' voice in my head again.
"Sorry I'm just...it caught me off guard. Your eyes are actually very interesting." Moira's smile returned. "Charles will show you where you'll be staying. I'll be back to see you three later, I have some business I need to take care of."
Moira handed Charles a key and left. When I glanced back, I also noticed that Erik was gone as well.
Oh...I guess Charles was right about Moira...
Of course I am.
I glanced back at Charles and saw that smug smile he was giving me.
Oh shut it and get out of my head!
Why? I can tell you're more calm and relaxed when I'm communicating with you in this manner.
How?
I raised an eyebrow at Charles.
You're really asking how I know? You don't like talking with others as much from what I've gathered. I think you prefer this type of communication actually.
Charles smirked and looped my arm with his again as he started leading me through the hallways.
Jeez...it's like you know me better than I know myself.
"That's not necessarily true. I've just met you. I'm just a very observant person." Charles finally spoke up.
I glanced at Charles.
"It's not polite to go into someone's mind like that." I playfully glared at him.
"But as I recall, you don't seem to mind it as much." Charles grinned.
Maybe I can have a little fun with this...
"I guess you're right." I winked at him.
We both came to a stop at a door. Charles took out the key he had from Moira and unlocked the door to reveal a bedroom. It was actually like a small apartment. It was a pretty neat room considering I'm staying at the CIA. I leaned against the wall next to the door and looked right into Charles' blue eyes.
Would you like to come in and help me unpack?
I smiled flirtatiously at Charles.
As much as I would love to do that, I believe it would be very unprofessional of me to do so. Besides...I have some business to attend to.
Awww...come on Charles. Don't leave a girl hanging...
Charles looked conflicted and appeared as if he was really thinking about it. I took off my glasses and tucked them away in my coat pocket.
Come on...use that cheesy mutant pick-up line with me...
Charles seemed surprised at me.
"I told you I can copy abilities. I might have used some of your power to look into your memories..." I admitted.
That's not very nice...
Well you did the same to me...I'm just returning the favor.
I see how it is...
Charles grinned as he took my hand and kissed it.
"I believe it is time I go. Should you need any assistance, let me know." Charles told me.
I smirked as I sent Charles a projective image of me giving him a very hot searing kiss he seemed to be enjoying. Charles perked up and happened to be blushing as he looked at me in surprise.
"Something wrong Charles?" I asked.
"I think I should go now..." Charles mumbled. "I've learned my lesson it seems."
Good...don't go into my mind so often. You might not like what you see or hear.
Charles chuckled and started walking down the hallway.
"I'll be back to introduce you to the others in an hour." Charles informed me.
"Looking forward to it!" I replied.
I finally went into my room.
I went to explore the facility, just wondering in the hallways. I kept sensing some anger in the direction I was headed. When I stopped at a door I hesitantly opened it. It turns out that the anger I was sensing was coming from Erik himself. I blushed in embarrassment when he turned around and glared at me.
"Something I can help you with?" Erik snapped.
I am so glad he was only unpacking...
"I actually wanted to apologize to you for my hostility earlier. In my defense though, you were sort of being an asshole. If you really wanted to ask me about Shaw, you could have at least been more civil about it." I spoke up.
At the mention of Shaw, Erik perked up and seemed interested.
"Please, sit." Erik gestured at the small sofa.
I hesitantly made my way over to the sofa and sat down. Erik joined me several seconds later after closing his suitcase.
"I'm also sorry for my behavior. The way you reacted to Shaw's name though...I knew you had to know him. I've been...on edge lately." Erik mumbled.
Erik didn't seem the type to apologize often, so I smiled at him.
"I can tell you have ulterior motives for helping Charles. Why do you want to get to Shaw?" I bluntly asked.
A flash of anger reached Erik's eyes and he gripped my chin again and pulled me closer, much similar to last night.
"Since you have Charles' abilities, I'm sure you were able to go into my mind. What do you know?" Erik seethed.
"While I did copy his powers, I didn't read your mind or anything of the sort. You just confirmed for me that you're up to something and that it involves Shaw." I smiled smugly.
"You're very clever aren't you?" Erik's frown faded away into a smirk. "How about I answer your questions if you answer mine?" He suggested.
My smile faded away.
That's probably not the best idea...let's go back before Charles returns to my room.
"Maybe some other time..." I tried making my way to the door, but Erik still held my chin in his hand keeping me right here.
"Why not now?" Erik asked and leaned in closer. "You're not hiding anything are you?"
Damn...he's hot...
I resisted the urge to bite his bottom lip and broke away from Erik.
"Well I guess you'll have to find out later won't you? Charles is supposed to be back at my room any minute now. He wanted to introduce me to the other mutants. It was nice talking to you, Erik." I said.
As soon as I shut the door behind me I could feel my face burning.
Where the hell is my whiskey when I need it?
I speed walked back to my room and dug the whiskey bottle out of my bag and tried relaxing for over ten minutes.
It's not really helping...
"That's not a good habit, Ms. Ridolfi." I saw Charles leaning against the doorway.
I felt my face grow even hotter and I took a big gulp of the whiskey.
Hypocrite...you were just drinking earlier weren't you?
I raised an eyebrow at him.
True enough, though I was only having a drink with a friend...I don't turn over to alcohol every time something bothers me. Would you like to talk about it?
He smiled.
No...that's fine...we can talk about it later.
"Ready to meet the others then?" He asked.
"Sure thing, Mr. Xavier." I smirked.
I took one last swig from the whiskey bottle and tucked it away before going over to him.
I hope you guys liked it! It's okay if you didn't, but be nice please! I'm very sensitive! XD lol Let me know what you think!