Every world needs its hero
Prologue
Lorna Baker made extra care when dressing for school on the first day back. Not only was it a golden opportunity to move ahead in the annual race to be the most popular girl in school, what with everybody paying attention to how you'd changed over the summer, and passing a critical eye over whatever it was you'd dared to wear. Not that Lorna was really scared about putting a foot wrong fashion wise. She and her small, select group of friends had ruled the school all last year, and she didn't expect anything to be different.
There was, however, another reason to be so interested in the first day back at school. She'd heard over the summer, that a bunch of new students were to arrive at her school for the start of the year. She didn't know where they were from, or how many there were, or even how old they were. These unanswered questions had led to masses of speculation throughout the holidays, talk rustling through the students and the town over just who these new arrivals could be.
The rumours of new arrivals had been proved true, when moving trucks were spotted by eagle eyed dog walkers outside the long abandoned beach side mansion. The house had become something of a legend amongst the residents of Bedford. Now reaching a derelict state, it had long been the subject of many a ghost story, shrouded in tales of murdered wives and occupants who bought more than they bargained for. But now the house was occupied, and try as they might, the people who had been lucky enough to spy the moving trucks in the first place, could not catch a glimpse of who it was that now lived in the old house, and the mystery had dragged the whole town into a summer of whispered gossip.
You see, in a town like Bedford Falls, the arrival of a group of new students made for headline news. Nothing ever happened here. Nothing. Students went back and forth from the high school, adults went back and forth from their sleepy little jobs, and life in the small town, with its predictably small shops and its carefully cared for Town hall, could be entirely defined by the word monotonous.
So it was with great excitement and enthusiasm that the students gathered round the gates of Bedford High that morning, with even some of the teaching staff being coaxed from their morning coffees and staff room gossip, to watch for the new arrivals with an almost obsessive curiosity that had engulfed the town.
Lorna, as per usual, arrived once a suitable crowd had gathered round the school entrance, for once not caring that a large amount of people had not noticed her arrival. She immediately picked out her group of friends, what with them being the best dressed out of the crowd of adolescents. She sauntered over, going for an attitude of casual interest into who the new students were.
Once her presence had been acknowledged, and many hugs, screams and kisses had been exchanged, the group settled back into their vigil, watching for an unfamiliar car pulling into the parking lot, or a new face moving along the roadside.
They were rewarded for their patience when two new vehicles pulled to a stop in the parking lot. The waiting group drew in a collective breath, as doors began to open, letting the dark interior of the car release its passengers, and one by one, brand new faces pulled themselves from the darkness into the critical daylight of Bedford High.
There were nine of them in total, and in those opening moments of their entrance into the school, Lorna felt she was able to make a pretty good assessment of them all.
There were two who looked to be very good friends. Which was good for them, because otherwise they'd probably be complete misfits. One was really short, and kind of stooped over, like he'd spent a good few years of his life crouching down. two words that sprung to Lorna's mind when she looked at him were slimy, and ewwww (all right its not a real word, but Lorna isn't the smartest cookie in the batch). His friend was really his complete opposite. She didn't think she'd ever seen anybody so round. He was absolutely huge, but his face had an almost child like quality to it, as though if you hurt his feelings, he would scream and bawl until you made things better. Lorna made a snap judgement, and decided it was best not to even insult these two, and to just steer clear of them altogether.
The guy standing behind them was much more appealing. He had fairly short brown hair, which flopped down either side of his forehead. He was tall and slim, and shining red sunglasses obscured his eyes. Mmmm Lorna thought, great fashion sense.
He seemed a lot more nervous than the other two, and kept looking around like he trying to decide what he was actually doing there.
Being that the rest of the new people seemed to be paired up, Lorna assumed that the remaining three guys were taking. Which was a real shame, because they were all really cute. The first was tall, though a bit better built than the shades wearing guy. He wore clothes that gave him a real attitude, that made him seem like a real rebel, and that made all the girls around him really swoon. Unfortunately, he had his arm swung round a shorter girl, with brown hair pulled into a high ponytail, whose look screamed valley girl wannabe. Enough said.
Moving on, Lorna turned her attention to the next little couple. Even to her eyes, the guy with strangely bluish hair had an atmosphere of mischief around him, he was practically bouncing along, dragging with him a blonde haired girl who looked to be his girlfriend. Lorna gave her a once over, and turned to her friend Kristen.
'Trailer trash' she whispered, causing her friend to giggle and nod enthusiastically, discarding the blonde and making a mental note to find out just how strong her relationship with the cute 'blue' guy really was.
Naturally, the most interesting two people to get out the car were the last to enter the scrutiny of the existing students. The first thing to spring to mind when you looked at them was the word white. The hair of the slim, almost streamlined boy was a shocking silver-white, glistening in the sun, and his companion had shocking white streaks at the front of her otherwise dark hair, which Lorna assumed she had dyed to compliment her boyfriend's hair. Dressed in a skirt and cropped t-shirt, she had the effect of making many boys jaws drop for a few seconds, before being pushed back into place by their angry girlfriends. Lorna tutted at this, even though she grudgingly admired the girls taste in men. There was something undeniably appealing about the silver haired boy who almost oozed confidence, and looked at his girlfriend with a besotted expression.
Having dusted herself down, the white striped girl followed her friends as they began to push through the throngs of students as though they saw crowds of spectators around them like this every day. Several male eyes followed her progress, including those of the guy Lorna had a date with that Friday night. She smacked him on the arm and brought him back down to earth, before turning back to Kristin and saying with venom in her voice 'What a slut!'
Ahead of them, 'stripes' turned around, and looked immediately to the two girls, giving them an unnerving glance. She let a small smile cross her face, before throwing a little wave in their direction.
The next thing Lorna knew, she was lying on her back on the well-trodden ground of the school entrance, having gone flying backwards into a crowd of giggling teens.
As 'stripes' kept walking into the school building, she let the smile on her face grow a little bit wider.
DISCLAIMER: All X-men evolution characters and situations are property of Marvel and WB
AUTHORS NOTE: There you go, the mutants have landed! Sorry this doesn't really have any action in it, but I wanted to use this bit to introduce the characters to their new environment from a different perspective. In the first chapter, you'll see what happened on the first day from the mutants' point of view, and I'll get the main storyline running. Ooooh, I'm excited about writing this one, I have a lot of things planned! Sorry about the length of this bit too, but its just the prologue, I'm looking to write a lot more for this story.
I have a massive apology to make though, and that is that there will be no Gambit in this story (ducks stones that are now being thrown). I'm soooooooo sorry, but I started the layout for this story before Gambit was introduced into the programme, and adding him in would destroy the plot. So I'm really massively sorry guys, but you're going to have to settle for plain old Rietro until I'm done on this story, and then maybe I'll look to writing a Remy/Rogue.
Oh, one more thing. A couple of people have asked about Rogue being able to bring back Rahne with her powers. Yes, Rogue does have the power of every mutant, but no mutant has the power to bring back the dead fully, and even if they did, what they'd get is a reanimated corpse, or a zombie. It wouldn't really be Rahne. Sorry, but you have brought up an issue which will probably feature in this story, as Rogue wonders just why she wasn't able to save Rahne….
Prologue
Lorna Baker made extra care when dressing for school on the first day back. Not only was it a golden opportunity to move ahead in the annual race to be the most popular girl in school, what with everybody paying attention to how you'd changed over the summer, and passing a critical eye over whatever it was you'd dared to wear. Not that Lorna was really scared about putting a foot wrong fashion wise. She and her small, select group of friends had ruled the school all last year, and she didn't expect anything to be different.
There was, however, another reason to be so interested in the first day back at school. She'd heard over the summer, that a bunch of new students were to arrive at her school for the start of the year. She didn't know where they were from, or how many there were, or even how old they were. These unanswered questions had led to masses of speculation throughout the holidays, talk rustling through the students and the town over just who these new arrivals could be.
The rumours of new arrivals had been proved true, when moving trucks were spotted by eagle eyed dog walkers outside the long abandoned beach side mansion. The house had become something of a legend amongst the residents of Bedford. Now reaching a derelict state, it had long been the subject of many a ghost story, shrouded in tales of murdered wives and occupants who bought more than they bargained for. But now the house was occupied, and try as they might, the people who had been lucky enough to spy the moving trucks in the first place, could not catch a glimpse of who it was that now lived in the old house, and the mystery had dragged the whole town into a summer of whispered gossip.
You see, in a town like Bedford Falls, the arrival of a group of new students made for headline news. Nothing ever happened here. Nothing. Students went back and forth from the high school, adults went back and forth from their sleepy little jobs, and life in the small town, with its predictably small shops and its carefully cared for Town hall, could be entirely defined by the word monotonous.
So it was with great excitement and enthusiasm that the students gathered round the gates of Bedford High that morning, with even some of the teaching staff being coaxed from their morning coffees and staff room gossip, to watch for the new arrivals with an almost obsessive curiosity that had engulfed the town.
Lorna, as per usual, arrived once a suitable crowd had gathered round the school entrance, for once not caring that a large amount of people had not noticed her arrival. She immediately picked out her group of friends, what with them being the best dressed out of the crowd of adolescents. She sauntered over, going for an attitude of casual interest into who the new students were.
Once her presence had been acknowledged, and many hugs, screams and kisses had been exchanged, the group settled back into their vigil, watching for an unfamiliar car pulling into the parking lot, or a new face moving along the roadside.
They were rewarded for their patience when two new vehicles pulled to a stop in the parking lot. The waiting group drew in a collective breath, as doors began to open, letting the dark interior of the car release its passengers, and one by one, brand new faces pulled themselves from the darkness into the critical daylight of Bedford High.
There were nine of them in total, and in those opening moments of their entrance into the school, Lorna felt she was able to make a pretty good assessment of them all.
There were two who looked to be very good friends. Which was good for them, because otherwise they'd probably be complete misfits. One was really short, and kind of stooped over, like he'd spent a good few years of his life crouching down. two words that sprung to Lorna's mind when she looked at him were slimy, and ewwww (all right its not a real word, but Lorna isn't the smartest cookie in the batch). His friend was really his complete opposite. She didn't think she'd ever seen anybody so round. He was absolutely huge, but his face had an almost child like quality to it, as though if you hurt his feelings, he would scream and bawl until you made things better. Lorna made a snap judgement, and decided it was best not to even insult these two, and to just steer clear of them altogether.
The guy standing behind them was much more appealing. He had fairly short brown hair, which flopped down either side of his forehead. He was tall and slim, and shining red sunglasses obscured his eyes. Mmmm Lorna thought, great fashion sense.
He seemed a lot more nervous than the other two, and kept looking around like he trying to decide what he was actually doing there.
Being that the rest of the new people seemed to be paired up, Lorna assumed that the remaining three guys were taking. Which was a real shame, because they were all really cute. The first was tall, though a bit better built than the shades wearing guy. He wore clothes that gave him a real attitude, that made him seem like a real rebel, and that made all the girls around him really swoon. Unfortunately, he had his arm swung round a shorter girl, with brown hair pulled into a high ponytail, whose look screamed valley girl wannabe. Enough said.
Moving on, Lorna turned her attention to the next little couple. Even to her eyes, the guy with strangely bluish hair had an atmosphere of mischief around him, he was practically bouncing along, dragging with him a blonde haired girl who looked to be his girlfriend. Lorna gave her a once over, and turned to her friend Kristen.
'Trailer trash' she whispered, causing her friend to giggle and nod enthusiastically, discarding the blonde and making a mental note to find out just how strong her relationship with the cute 'blue' guy really was.
Naturally, the most interesting two people to get out the car were the last to enter the scrutiny of the existing students. The first thing to spring to mind when you looked at them was the word white. The hair of the slim, almost streamlined boy was a shocking silver-white, glistening in the sun, and his companion had shocking white streaks at the front of her otherwise dark hair, which Lorna assumed she had dyed to compliment her boyfriend's hair. Dressed in a skirt and cropped t-shirt, she had the effect of making many boys jaws drop for a few seconds, before being pushed back into place by their angry girlfriends. Lorna tutted at this, even though she grudgingly admired the girls taste in men. There was something undeniably appealing about the silver haired boy who almost oozed confidence, and looked at his girlfriend with a besotted expression.
Having dusted herself down, the white striped girl followed her friends as they began to push through the throngs of students as though they saw crowds of spectators around them like this every day. Several male eyes followed her progress, including those of the guy Lorna had a date with that Friday night. She smacked him on the arm and brought him back down to earth, before turning back to Kristin and saying with venom in her voice 'What a slut!'
Ahead of them, 'stripes' turned around, and looked immediately to the two girls, giving them an unnerving glance. She let a small smile cross her face, before throwing a little wave in their direction.
The next thing Lorna knew, she was lying on her back on the well-trodden ground of the school entrance, having gone flying backwards into a crowd of giggling teens.
As 'stripes' kept walking into the school building, she let the smile on her face grow a little bit wider.
DISCLAIMER: All X-men evolution characters and situations are property of Marvel and WB
AUTHORS NOTE: There you go, the mutants have landed! Sorry this doesn't really have any action in it, but I wanted to use this bit to introduce the characters to their new environment from a different perspective. In the first chapter, you'll see what happened on the first day from the mutants' point of view, and I'll get the main storyline running. Ooooh, I'm excited about writing this one, I have a lot of things planned! Sorry about the length of this bit too, but its just the prologue, I'm looking to write a lot more for this story.
I have a massive apology to make though, and that is that there will be no Gambit in this story (ducks stones that are now being thrown). I'm soooooooo sorry, but I started the layout for this story before Gambit was introduced into the programme, and adding him in would destroy the plot. So I'm really massively sorry guys, but you're going to have to settle for plain old Rietro until I'm done on this story, and then maybe I'll look to writing a Remy/Rogue.
Oh, one more thing. A couple of people have asked about Rogue being able to bring back Rahne with her powers. Yes, Rogue does have the power of every mutant, but no mutant has the power to bring back the dead fully, and even if they did, what they'd get is a reanimated corpse, or a zombie. It wouldn't really be Rahne. Sorry, but you have brought up an issue which will probably feature in this story, as Rogue wonders just why she wasn't able to save Rahne….