9A/N: Hi. i know, this is getting ridiculous, huh? I mean, every time I get writerz block, I start a new idea for a story. This is something I've had in my head for awhile and decided to post. It's just a little OC story that has nothing at all to do with the comic stories. But, hey, I've read quite a few like this. Well, not exactly like this, but-oh, ya'll know what I mean. And, it's a Brotherhood vs. X-Men plot, too. I want ya'lls to tell me if it sucks or not, -k-? I won't update unless I'm told. Sorry to be stubborn, but it's just this once.
Disclaimer: I just wanna look, I won't buy nothin'.
Note: This is after X3, but Jean re-joins the team and no one ends up dying and all the mutants get their mutations back. And Gambit and Jubilee have joined the team.
Pairings: Scott/Jean (together forever!), Rogue/Gambit (can't help myself), Kitty/Bobby, slight Storm/Wolverine. (I'll change some around l8er if ya'lls want.)
Typical day at Xavier School for Gifted youngsters. Teachers teaching, students 'stoodying', some team members training in the Danger Room. Yeah, nothing new. At least to the school, that is.
Charles Xavier has been catching mental feelings of someone else. It wasn't Jean, he knew that for sure. Who the hell was it? Sometime in the afternoon, he decided to use Cerebro and find where this was coming from.
It took a while, but eventually, he found it. More like: 'he found her'. It was a slender, brown-haired, chocolate-eyed, multi-talented mutant. She looked about 17 or so. Her skin was fairly tanned, her hair short and thick—very thick, and she wore the absolute weirdest clothes. Her top looked like a silver bikini top with a gold buckle that held the cups together. Her shorts were EXTREMELY short—silver, as well—and were lined with a thin, silver belt with fairly-sized diamonds all over it. Her shoes were her flat boots that stretched halfway to her knees. She was fairly tall. About 5'8. the most thing that Charles noticed, however, was that she was fending off men who looked like they worked for the government, in the streets of Manhattan. She was a martial arts princess. He gave her that. (it reminded him of Beast and his acrobat-like agility.) But she looked like she needed help. He assembled the X-Men as soon as the class period was over.
The X-Men were somewhat relieved that they had a mission calling. Nothing exciting happened since the encounter with the Dark Phoenix. The Danger Room brought them some occupation, but they were hungry for some real action.
"Thank you for assembling so quickly my X-Men," Xavier greeted as they met in the war room.
"What's this about, Professor?" Jean half-eagerly asked.
"A young mutant has come to my attention. No need to say the rest; you all know what I'm going to ask of you."
"Where is he?" Questioned Logan.
"She is on the streets of Manhattan."
"So, who gets to go on this mission?" pondered Kitty.
"This time it will take everybody to accomplish this task, for it will not be an easy one."
"Oh, now, Prufesser," Gambit confidently put in. "I'm sure one little gurl ain't gonna be too much trouble."
"She's is going to be full of surprises, Gambit. I know she is a telepath, for one, among many other talents, which is why I couldn't find out much about her, considering she blocks off her thoughts from others."
"D'you at least know her name?" Cyclops asked.
"Unfortunately, no. But I know her hostility and skill in battle is great. Now, I can't tell you exactly what to expect, but I can tell you to be careful. Her exact coordinates will be downloaded into the Blackbird's computer." As the team got up to leave, he added, "Good luck to you all."
Manhattan
"Come and get me, you motherfuckers!" the 17-year old cried to half a dozen men encircling her. For a moment, none moved. That was until one jumped on her back, a pair off handcuffs in hand. However, on impact, metal spikes forced out through the mutant's back and stabbed through him. "Nice try." She then looked at the others. The spikes retracted—the body fell to her feet—but a second later, more spikes erupted from every joint in her anatomy: her knees, her knuckles (think Wolverine), her shoulder blades, her elbows, around her ankles, her chest, and her back again. Along with this, her skin turned to steel (remember Colossus). With a smile, she jeered, "Next?"
Though, someone got smart. She suddenly felt magnetic pull near one of the trucks, and she wasn't doing it. Before she got in a helpless situation, her spikes and metal skin disappeared. "Hmph. Have it your way." Bullets began firing. They hit her, but passed through her (Shadowcat). She stood, merely staring at her fingernails. Once the shots ceased (cuz they obvious got the point that they weren't having any effect), lights shot just above the troops and exploded (Jubilee).
More squads came running. She smiled. Lightening stroke and strong winds picked up. The mutant blinked. She wasn't doing it. Hearing the whining of a jet overhead, she looked up. It was the strangest aircraft she'd ever seen. Thinking it was another FBI plane or whatever, she telekinetically knocked the grounded troops aside and casually—yet rather disappointed—walked off. On the contrary, she was having a blast until she was outrageously outnumbered. There was no fun in it. She would have to fight to live, not for the sport of it.
Suddenly, a mutant with a southern accent, white streak through her dark hair, and a friendly smile touched down in front of her, "Hi, there, sugah."
"Get outta my way," the girl snapped.
"Thought ya maht need a hand, here."
"I don't need help. Especially from someone like you. You spoiled everything, here!" crossing her arms, she added coolly, "Now, if you don't get outta my way, I'm gonna move you myself."
Rogue wasn't impressed. God, did this girl have a serious attitude problem, "Ya think you're the only one 'o your kind?"
"The only one with my unique powers."
"Look, Ah just wanna help out and take ya back to-well, a place you'll be safe, okay?"
"Girl, you are SUCKIN' around to become a Hit-and-Run case!"
"How can ya be such a-"
"Bitch?" suddenly, an eighteen-wheeler flung out of nowhere in Marie's direction. But before it did any damage to her, the Southerner caught it in her hands and set it back down. The teen gave her an impressed look. "Tremendous strength. Impressive. What else can you do?"
Feeling she had reached the civil side of this girl, Rogue answered, "Ah can fly, and absorb other peoples' powers and use 'em for a while."
"Hm. Well, I can do buches of stuff. Wanna see one?" without waiting for an answer, she grabbed Rogue's collar and swung her over her shoulder, demonstrating no less strength than Rogue. Marie landed about a fourth of a mile away. The mutant sighed in annoyment and shook her head. "Pushover."
From the Jet, the X-Men were watching. They couldn't believe half of what they saw. Extreme telekinesis, great strength, serious attitude, and what stuck out for Gambit was her assault on Rogue. Of course, he wasn't the least bit happy, "No one hirts my Marie!" with his staff and deck of cards at the ready, he leapt down from the Blackbird before Scott could stop him.
"Gambit, wait!" but a few even followed him. Iceman, Beast, Angel, and Jubilee followed suit.
street
"You gonna pay for dat!" a kinetically charged card flew at the mutant from behind. She heedlessly dodged and caught the card between her first to fingers and looked at the face.
From alongside Gambit, Jubilee gasped, "Hey, it shouldda blew up!"
"Joker," they heard the teen say. She turned around with her free hand on her hip. "Something I can relate to." She stuck it in her belt. "Thank you kindly. By the way, you got a whole deck worth of those little prizes?" Gambit looked down at the inside pocket of his long coat. He saw all the cards glow purplish, overloading with kinetic energy. And without warning, the deck exploded, knocking him and Jubilee back into a rather large pile of rubble created by her earlier. Otherwise, they were unharmed.
"That was naughty, little girl," Beast's voice said in her ear as he hung onto a lamp pole a little off the ground. Raising an eyebrow at Hank, she high-kicked him off the pole and lightly stepped on his throat.
"I can be naughtier." Lifting a finger, the diamond-lined belt unbuckled and slithered off her waist and into her hand. It was obviously just a prop. Well, not really. It came to Hank's realization that it was a whip.
"Let 'im go." She turned to see a blond-haired boy. Iceman.
"Well! What have we here?" she shoved Beast away with her boot and strode over to Bobby with an attractive smile and perfect rhythm in her movements. At first, Iceman didn't fall for it. He hurled an ice-spear in her direction. She merely caught it in her hand and it instantly melted. "Well, talk about a cold shoulder," she purred when she approached him. Suddenly, she was the most beautiful being he'd ever seen. She put her arms over his shoulders. "So, what do they call you? Snowboy? Mr. Abominable?"
"Hey, Ice!" Angel called. "Get away! She's tryin' to trick you!"
"But out, Birdbrain. I got to her first."
"Bobby-"
"I said, 'but out'!" he turned his head slightly and froze Warren's wings together, then his boots to the ground.
"I must say, you're an aggressive little fighter."
Jet
"That measly little-!"
"Don't say it, Kitty," Jean cut off.
"Pheromone control," Cyclops noticed.
"I'm afraid to find out what else she does," Colossus said.
"Well, the professor wasn't kidding when he said this one would be full of surprises," Storm pointed out.
"And don't vorry, Kätzchen, I'll test her vis my charms." With that, Nightcrawler teleported out of the Blackbird.
Ground
"-What about being an aggressive lo-" BAMF! The teen ended up far away from Bobby than two seconds ago. "Hmm." She scratched her head in thought. "Must've lost control of my-" BAMF! Something hit her in the chest. "Wha-?" BAMF! This time she got decked in the jaw. And this time she caught a brief glimpse of a blue face. "Ah. A teleporter. Well, two can play at that game." When another BAMF! sounded, she teleported behind the attacker and returned the favor.
Kurt was struck dumb. How did that happen? Then…
BAMF! Hit. BAMF! Punch. BAMF! Kick. BAMF! Strike. Kurt was hit all over by attacks twice as fast as he could ever do. BAMF! THWACK! A Diamond-lined whip licked his neck. He turned and was face-to-face with the mutant, "Goodnight, sweet prince." Another THWACK in the stomach and Kurt was sent flying threw a near-by window.
Jet
The X-Men were transfixed at the girl's attacks.
"Alright, that does it!" Ororo cried. "I've had it with this one. I'm goin' down there."
"Urgh, then I'm goin' with you." Logan growled.
"Hey, wait!" but the two were already gone. "Kitty, Colossus," Scott turned to the remaining students. "Wait here." And he and Jean followed the others.
Ground
"You're fast," Storm called. "But I'm willing to bet you aren't fast as lightening."
"The question is, 'are you?'."
Storm's eyes took up their white color. Lightening stroke in the girl's direction. But when the light cleared, she'd gone. "Where..?" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! A blur circled Ororo, hitting her every time it made 360 degrees.
"Enough!" an optic blast miraculously made a perfect hit in the teen's shoulder and knocked her back a little. But she regained her feet in no time.
"Just how much powers do you got?" Jean almost coldly pondered.
"Just enough. More than all you have together." She sassed back.
"Yeah?" Logan's stern voice said behind her. "Well, I got a special something you don't. It ain't a something you can match." He extended his claws."
"Hm." The girl raised her eyebrows. And piece-by-piece, her spikes emerged from all over her body again to their fullest extent. The four teammates gaped at her, disbelieving. She smirked at them. "You were saying?"
A/N: Sorry to cut it off cliffhanger, But I wanna see if ya'll really want more. And in the next chapt, I promise to tell why the new mutant has so many mutations, -k-? it'll be a doozy. Well, til next time!...i mean chapt.
