Yeah, so after I saw the new X Men First Class movie I went on Fanfiction and searched some of the stories and realized that so far, none of them have really hit the point that I really wanted to portray. So I came up with my own character, who DOESN'T know Charles and DOESN't really hate her life that much. I hate those emo characters, they kind of just make reading stories really boring after a while. Anyways, I'm ranting now, sorry ^^" Also, I don't have a Beta, so sorry for any mistakes I haven't caught!

This actually wasn't my favorite first chapter... *shrug* but what can you do.

Disclaimer: I will say this once for the whole story- I own only my own ideas and you should respect my right to that (In other words, don't take my work)

Ch. 1

Power

This story starts not with 'I am different.' nor does it start with the phrase 'I hate my life.', because both of those statements are true. You see, there are the stories in the world that are predictable and boring. They always are about someone who doesn't know who they are, but end up knowing at the end. Everything in the world is about sex, and money, and power.

The truth is, I used to believe in all of that stuff. When I was younger, I would read those fairytale stories about princesses and happy endings. Movies all ended like that, and I think that's the way people wish things are. And why can't they? It's our world to dream of.

It's our story we're writing. Although, every writer runs out of ink at one point. That's the moment when you realize, everything went exactly the way you wanted it to.

Winter, one of the most deadly and beautiful seasons. Everything is covered in a wonderful powdered snow that lasts for only a few short months, before everything goes back to the way it has always been. It wasn't winter yet in New York, but at times it felt like it. A cool, northern wind blew through the small, southern town of Portville, New York.

It was early morning, and not many people were out wandering the town. Business was going slow in the town, and many of the residents were forced to move out. Along with the down economy, there were many people who had been living on the streets lately. Of course, not many people paid any attention to them, passing by without as much of a glance. It was just the way things worked in the town.

A woman in her mid twenties walked down the street from her apartment that was located uptown. Her scarf blew in the wind right along with her dark brown, almost black hair that was tied back, only a few strands falling loose to the wind. She kept her head down, and hands in the pocket of her black leather jacket.

As she approached a closed bakery near downtown, she pulled out a set of keys. Jamming them inside of the lock, she twisted a few times and opened the door. Her blue orbs scanned the area outside of the bakery as she silently closed the door.

"Sarah?" A voice called from a room just above the first floor, "Sarah, is that you?"

"Yes, it's me, Gwen." The girl called up as she unzipped her jacket and took off her scarf, "I'm here to pick up my last paycheck."

There was some rustling in the room above, and an old woman made her way down the stairs that were located just behind the counter that the girl was waiting by.

"Paycheck you say?" The elderly woman said, "Let me just get that for you."

Sarah smiled and placed her scarf on the counter.

"I'm moving away from here." She said as the woman walked over to the cash register, "I'm finally going to the big city."

"Too bad you aren't taking me with you." The old woman said dryly, "While I'm getting this, would you mind going in the back and pulling out some of the loaves of bread you made last night to cut up?"

"As a last deed." Sarah said with a smile.

The young woman walked into the kitchen and over to where eight loaves of bread were stacked. She grabbed a large knife as she passed a tool drawer, and began slicing one of the loaves. In the other room, the lady had turned on the radio to music.

Sarah's smile grew as she cut the bread to the beat of the music. She had always loved working at the bakery, it was so peaceful.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay and work a few more months for me?" The woman shouted from the opposite room.

"Oh, Gwen, you know if I don't stop and leave now, I never will." Sarah responded.

"That's why I'm trying to get you to stay." The old woman muttered from the other room, causing Sarah to chuckle slightly.

A black van outside of the window in the kitchen caught Sarah's attention and she ceased cutting the bread. Her head tilted to the side slightly, and her eyebrows scrunched together. It was just sitting there, as though it were waiting for something. She couldn't see past the tinted windows, so she shrugged it off and continued cutting.

A sudden cry from the opposite room caused Sarah to jump and drop the knife. In a flash, she was running out of the kitchen to the main room where Gwen had been. The old woman was laying on the ground, grasping her chest while she gasped for air.

"Oh my god, Gwen!" Sarah rushed over to the elderly woman and sat on her knees, "Gwen, are you alright?" The old woman didn't respond, still gasping for air.

Jumping up, Sarah rushed to the phone and dialed 911. Her blue eyes were panicked as she raced back to the woman, phone to her ears.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"Yes, hello?" Sarah said in a rushed voice, "I'm here at the Dogtown Bakery in Portville, my boss, Gwenith Darr just collapsed and is gasping for air!"

"OK, stay calm, help is on the way."

Sarah dropped the phone and placed her bare hand on Gwen's neck as the woman stopped moving. Her aqua eyes were round with fright. She checked the woman's pulse to find it weak. Looking out the main window in the lobby, she scanned the area for any sign of an ambulance.

"They won't get here on time." A voice in the back of her head said, "You know what you have to do!"

Sarah's face became twisted with pain.

"I can't..." She whispered, "I can't..."

"Yes you can!" The voice argued back, "Save her!"

Sarah closed her eyes and rested the palm of her hand on the elderly woman's chest. In only a few seconds, Gwen's eyes reopened and she gasped for air. Sarah had a similar reaction, falling backwards onto her ass, breathing heavily. The woman's brown eyes were wide as she stared at Sarah.

"Y-you..." The elderly woman couldn't quite find the words to say, "You..."

"Saved your life?" Sarah said with a deep breath.

"You're one of them."

She couldn't quite believe what she was hearing. All of the time that she had worked for Gwen, the old lady had been nothing but kind to her. Now, the way she was staring at her made her feel like... like she was a monster.

"I-I," Sarah was now the one who was speechless, "Gwen..." She reached out her hand to touch the woman, but Gwen pulled her hand back.

"Get out." Gwen whispered, "Get out of my bakery!"

Sarah wasn't in control of her body as she numbly stood and grabbed her scarf. The sirens could now be heard coming down the street. Walking out of the empty bakery, she blindly turned the corner and continued walking down the sidewalk.

She had been able to hide her powers since she arrived in the town, but now, she was sure that everyone would know.

Sarah turned her head and gave the bakery one last look as the medics ran through the doors.

"Run." The voice in her head was back.

Knowing of nothing else to do, the girl took off down the street.

She didn't know how long she had been running. It must not have been very long, for when she looked up to read the street sign, she was only a few blocks away from where the bakery was.

More people had begun to emerge from their houses to arrive at their jobs. All of them seemed to not notice the panicked girl on the side of the street. Sarah made her way over to a nearby bench and collapsed, placing her head in her hands. She was shaking uncontrollably now, her breath coming in small gasps. Healing other people had always taken a toll on her.

A few pedestrians shot her concerned looks, but no one stopped to make sure she was alright.

"She had the right to react the way she did."Sarah thought to herself, "I frightened her."

"Shut the hell up!" The voice said again, "She had no right to act like that! Treating you like a piece of garbage."

Sarah didn't feel like arguing at the moment.

"What do I do now?" She asked brokenly.

"Home." The voice said, "Go home."

Sarah nodded, listening to the voice once more. It had always been there for her, almost as though it were her safety net. Her apartment wasn't too far away, just around the corner. Standing up, she slowly walked back to where she kept her things.

It was an older building, barely standing on its own, but it was affordable. She lived on the third floor, right next to a couple of drug dealers, but it was home. They kept to themselves, and she never bothered them.

As she stepped inside of the room, panic filled her eyes once more.

Everything was a mess.

Books were thrown on the floor, the covers were ripped off of the torn mattress, papers were scattered all over the place, clothes were off of the hanger and out of the dresser. Someone had been there after she left.

The keys dropped from her hands and she took a step back. Instantly, she thought it was the two men from next door, but that theory was soon thrown out the window.

Everything went fast from then as someone attacked her from behind, placing an alcohol covered rag over her nose and mouth. She struggled, kicking her legs and and elbowing the attacker, but it was no use. Her body soon slumped to the ground, and her world was black.

I hope that wasn't too confusing for you, but it'll get better in the next chapter, I promise!

R&R please! I would love to hear what you all think of my story ^^

~*~ Charli ~*~