|Silver Linings Come in Stormy Weather
Author: Baby BlueJay PM
Being a mutant isn't easy; I figured that out at age eleven. I didn't know five years later that being on a team of mutants like me would change all that and give me new meanings of the word love. But during my trials, will love cloud my judgement so much that I won't be able to tell which place to go? "T" for action.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Humor - Chapters: 16 - Words: 91,556 - Reviews: 128 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 15 - Updated: 05-05-13 - Published: 11-22-11 - id: 2973031
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A/N: Hiya! Baby BlueJay here, with her very first story on FP! I do have some experience from writing on FF, but this is obviously quite different. Before I start, though, I have to give a HUGE thank you to my buddy, swingdancer23, who took on the role as my beta for the first chapter of my first story! So kick back, relax, and lemme know how I do, please!
Oh, one more thing! I was hoping that I could get a handful of OCs (original characters) from you, the readers. It would be a great honor and pleasure. The info that I would like to be included about your character is below. Until then, read on!
Silver Linings Come in Stormy Weather
Believe it or not, about one-third of Earth's population is inhabited with mutants. You're probably one too, but just haven't realized it yet. But if you're reading this, you're either a mutant with a love for tragic stories about us or a human who's about to have a whole different view of life. But I guess that's okay, since it's not your fault.
Allow me to shed some light on this topic for you. See, there are three types of people. First, there's the kind that are afraid of their own abilities or someone else's power, and they want to put an end to it for good (a.k.a., the Mutant Police). You fall under this category if you would freak out if you saw a little girl burst into flames.
Then there's the kind of person who chooses not to be afraid of their power, but embraces it and uses it to help people.
And lastly, there's the kind of person who wants to use their mutant abilities to do the whole "take over the world" thing, and all that cliché, villainous chiz.
You see, us "super-humans" are pretty...unique, I guess you could say. Most of us are born that way, and some of us realize it when it's too late. It's like one day you're a normal kid, free as a bird; and the next you're sprouting gills and a tail in front of the public. And then there's the Mutant Police, hunting you down like prey; which you are, in their eyes. To them, you're an it; a creature, no longer considered a human being. It's kind of hard to talk about them without having my blood rise, let alone get carried away by my feelings and accidentally wipe out an entire forest of life with my semi-controlled powers.
Heh, I lost you there, didn't I? Well, like I said, I'm a teenage mutant, and proud to be one. And when I say "mutant", I'm not talking about those insulting ogres you see in "Fairy Land". Far from it, actually. I'm pretty easy on the eyes, I assure you, with long, black hair with shades of brown in it, dark tan skin, and icy-blue eyes; the kind that could warm a heart when smiling, or bring a foe to their knees in an intense glare. I'm tall in my opinion, about 5'7, but about the size of any sixteen year old girl. Now, I know what you're thinking; none of these descriptions sound very mutant-like. Well, I was getting to that.
Right, my powers. Well, my powers definitely fall under the "mutant category". I have the power to control natural elements. Yep, I'm all about nature. I've got the power to make winds fast enough to strip a tree of its bark, to start a fire to burn for thousands of miles, create an earthquake that could split Mt. Everest in two, conjure up enough lightning to strike down an elephant with one blow, cause a flood to drown hundreds of people, and strangle you, making it look like a simple unattended vine did it. And let's not forget my handy skills with a sword.
Of course, it's not like I would actually do any of that.
Nope, I'm the second kind of person I mentioned before. I'd choose to use my powers to help people rather than for world domination any day. Well, except to get to the front of the line at Veggie Burger, but that's not the point.
The name's Dani Jenson, and I'm one of the good mutants. But you can call me Stormy.
Raindrops pelted my window sill noisily, but I didn't mind since I love sleeping in the rain. The raindrops lured me into peaceful sleep, basically like a soothing lullaby. However, it's sleeping during thunderstorms that I can't handle. I'm so jittery and put on edge that at the slightest cackle of lightning or thunder I bolt upright, panting heavily. It's different when I'm the one who causes the storm, because then I know exactly what to expect. But not this time.
I immediately snapped out of my sleep, already on alert. I instinctively reached for my necklace; and sure enough, it was there, since I never take it off. The thing is, it wasn't just a fashionable necklace; it was my handy-dandy sword/twin swords that I named Vine Whip. It was given to me by my mom as she lay dying, which makes it a trusty weapon and the only thing I have left to remember my mother by. It was basically a vine with a mixture of a silver earth metal, which I could alter at will to form one single sword; or two if the situation called for double the force. It was functional for killing and chopping vegetables. It did it all!
I quickly glanced at my door, which was shutting quietly. My eyes narrowed suspiciously; doors didn't close on their own. I glanced at my clock, which read six thirty-five a.m. I could've groaned right then and there, if I wasn't so focused on finding my intruder.
When I got out of bed and crept to my door, it felt like de ja vu...
An eleven year old girl creeps out of bed and makes her way to her mother's room. She shakes her mother urgently to wake her.
"Mom!" she whispers frantically, "I think there's someone in the house!"
The sight of two shadows descending down the staircase snapped me out of my reverie. I tip-toed soundlessly, trying not to explode with adrenaline. As a precaution, I took off Vine Whip, and with a couple of twists and loops, it was a sharp sword with a carved symbol of a cloud and a lightning bolt through it in the shape of an "S" on the handle. Now tell me that's not something every kid who dreamed of being a Power Ranger would want.
The shadows were getting further away, so I picked up the pace. There were five bedrooms in my house; my room, a guest room, one for my six year old boy cousin, Aaron, one for my twelve year old girl cousin, Cassey, and one for my Aunt Wendy. All were lined up, each on a separate side of the hallway in the order of left, right, left, right, left.
Please let them be okay; please let them be okay... I chanted to myself.
I peeked into the guest room and found nothing, as I guessed. Aaron's room was the next room on the right, so I tried to keep my breathing silent and steady. I braced myself against the wall, gripping Vine Whip in front of me tightly for defense. I peeked in and saw...
Okay, I told myself confidently. Stay calm. He probably had a nightmare in the middle of the night and went to bunk with Wendy again. Keep focused.
I took a deep breath and continued my trek down the hallway to Cassey's room. It was closed as usual, since she wants her "privacy". She was already at the rebellious age. Hmph, pre-teens these days...
Once again, I braced myself against the wall, and then turned the doorknob and swung it open with a soft creak to find...
Squat. Absolutely nothing. The only thing I noticed were the sheets splayed across the bed, indicating that someone had recently slept there.
I almost screamed with anxiety, but was able to cover my mouth in order to make a silent, mmmph!
Trying not to think about the dangers that could be lurking in the house, I kept up a mute walk to Wendy's room; the last one. Naturally, her door was shut, too, but I was beginning to lose reason to keep up the stealthy act. Instead of using my "all-out ninja" skills, I chose to take the "all-out karate master" approach; I kicked the door right off its hinges. I know, I know - smooth. Like sandpaper.
Just like the previous bedrooms, it was empty. Whatever was going on, I wasn't liking it one bit.
A loud crash came from the kitchen downstairs. I kicked it into high-gear, rushing down the rest of the hallway and down the stairs. It was time to bash some skulls.
I rounded the corner of the wall beside the steps, through the living room, and into the dark and creepy kitchen. I never noticed how eerie it was in there, but that was probably because I was always busy stuffing my face.
Abruptly, the lights came on. Before I knew exactly what I was doing, Vine Whip came down on the wooden table swiftly, breaking it in two.
And as it happened, three people yelled, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
A/N: Sooooo, what do ya think? THis was just a little taste of my writing, so you know what I am/am not capable of. Please leave a review and/or a unique OC! The form is below.
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And remember, it's not a contest! I just would like some unique and creative mutants to feature in the story:) Please keep in mind that you may make more than one, but only one might be used.