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From the Shadows
Title: From the Shadows
Author: RavenPheonixFire
Cartoon: X-Men Evolution
Warning: Rated R for language, violence, and sexual situations. Turns into NC-17 later on for lemony goodness.
Summary: Adrian Night has had a hard liPassPassed from home to home in foster care she’s been alone most of her life. Her mutation has not manifested yet. She has the ability to literally walk through shadows using them to travel and defend herself. She also has the instincts and abilities of a feral mutant. Heightened senses and accelerated healing are abilities she’s had since birth. When she finds herself in Bayville with her latest foster family will she finally find the help and companionship she needs or will she bet let down once again.
Notes: ‘thoughts’, “talking”, *telepathic communication and occasional sounds*
Prologue
Cherry blossoms float in the wind to greet her as she steps into the grove. This is her refuge, her solace. This was the only place where she could relax and let her emotions out. It was a place in her mind that no one could find. Her first real memories were of cherry blossoms. Sakura. Her mother had been named after them. She had even carried the scent of them when she had been alive.
Adrian, formerly Adrianna, caught a delicate petal. The pale flower contrasted beautifully with the tan of her skin. She bore the same complexion as her father, but had her mother’s exotic eyes and silken tresses. She was a complete mix of both. Standing 5’8 and muscularly slim like her father. Her hands were delicate and tipped with long nails, almost claws. Her hair was pulled back in a tight braid long enough to brush the back of her knees.
Her one vanity as one of her foster mothers had said. Pure Celtic silver, her father’s legacy. Sapphire orbs shone out of exotic almond shaped eyes, her mother’s eyes. Long lashes brushed high cheek bones. Full cupids bow lips, pale pink and white even teeth. Her canines, top and bottom, were slightly enlarged due to her mutation.
A loud ringing brought her back from her place. With a grunt she smacked the alarm on her bedside and rolled back over trying to catch the serenity of the dream again.
*bang bang bang*
“Adrian get yer lazy ass up. You’re gonna be late for school.”
She growled at the shrill voice. Her current foster mother had one of those voices that could break glass. Silently she flipped off the door as she sat up and looked vainly for her cigarettes. ‘Grrr need nicotin
“
“Adrian are you up yet? If you aren’t.”
“Oh bloody shut up ya stupid cunt,” she mumbled as she finally found her cigarettes. “Yeah I’m up.t yet yer bitchin’,” she yelled at the door.
She leaned against the headboard with a sighore ore lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. ‘Damned harpy. I knew I should’ve skipped out the minute I heard that damned voice.’ Adrian had just turned seventeen and been moved into her sixth or seventh foster home no less than a week ago. She’d lost count. This time she was in Bayville New York. ‘Piss assed little rinky dink town.’
She winced at the sound of her foster parents arguing downstairs. Her sensitive ears picked up the whole conversation. She was tired of it all. The constant yelling, the moving, the people. How she hated them. None of her foster parents had ever tried to really get to know her. No one had apparently cared enough. No one cared about her and she did them the service of not caring back. They were all idiots anyway.
Finishing her cigarette she crushed it out in her ash tray. ‘What to wear?’ she mused as she slipped out of the bed and padded to her bathroom in her tank top and underwear. That was the only good thing about the place. She had her own bathroom, mostly cause she was the oldest of the kids in the house. She had to give the ‘rents props for that. She was the oldest so ttreatreated her like that. Unfortunately that also meant babysitting her younger foster sibs. Of which she had three.
Cold water from the sink helped clear her head even more. ‘Let’s see, now what do I want to scare and piss off the kiddies with today?’
She smirked. Minutes later she appeadowndownstairs with book bag in tow and waited for the amusing reaction of her foster mom. She was wearing a black halter top that showed off her generous breasts and a black leather vest. Low cut no waist hip huggers that revealed the belly button spiked stud and elaborate black sun tattoo around her navel. Black leather boots completed the outfit. She looked like a biker chick.
Her silver hair was braided back and held in place with a red hair tie. Her makeup was darkly Gothic and accented her exotic eyes. Blood red lipstick enhanced her full lips. A pair of hoops and two studs winked out of each ear. The right had a silver cuff at the top. A silver nose button shone on the left side of her nose and her hands shone with silver. Her long nails sported onyx nail polish.
She smiled when her foster mother did a once over and looked at her in shock. “You ain’t wearin’ that to school.”
She snorted, “And why the fuck not?” she asked as she grabbed an apple and headed foe doe door. She loved pissin’ her foster mom off. It was such fun and so damned easy.
“It’s positively indecent Adrian.”
“Like I fuckin’ care. Ya gonna have ta deal cause I ain’t changin’. See ya.”
Her foster mom’s shrill voice followed her out the door, but faded as soon as she hopped the fence and took off towards the school. She crunched on the apple as she made her way the relatively few blocks to her new school. Her first day of school wasn’t looking too appealing. It wasn’t that she hated school. Quite the contrary. She liked learning. As long as no one messed with her she was fine, but it was a moot point.
People always messed with her. Either because of her exotic looks or the gothic flare with which she did everything. She hated school because of that. No matter where she went she was always treated the same. Dark looks, lust filled gazes, and outright hate followed her everywhere. She didn’t care. Pissin’ people off was fun and the guys who lusted after her were even more fun. Like damned puppy dogs.
She looked at her watch. Twenty minutes till the bell rang for class and she was already there. She tossed the apple core into some bushes before finding a bench and sitting on it. Bored she took out her sketch pad and began to draw. Her favorite pastime and one actual love. She couldn’t ever remember a time when she didn’t have some sort of pad and pencil to draw with. Hell she even had a set of colored pencils from on the the few foster sibs she actually liked.
Her hand moved swiftly and silently over the pad catching the image of a group of kids standing not too far from her. They looked like the outcasts of the school. Four boys. One was bit taller than the others and really fat with a wk. wk. Another, shorter, with brown hair that fell into his eyes, had the face of a troublemaker. The next was about the same height with short white hair that caught her eye. She had never seen that kind of coloring in anyone else. He was absolutely gorgeous with his pouty lips and trademark bad boy smirk on. The fourth was, well, icky was all she could describe him as. He was shorter than the others with a greenish tinge to him and way bad posture.
She finished her drawing five minutes till class and signnd dnd dated the bottom corner. She always did that no matter what she drew. Packing everything up she looked over and noticed the boys watc her her. She slung her book bag over her shoulder before giving them a smirk and a wink and sauntering towards the double doors.
A/N: Yay I got the prologue up. Isn’t it cool? Hope you like. Ja ne.
Author: RavenPheonixFire
Cartoon: X-Men Evolution
Warning: Rated R for language, violence, and sexual situations. Turns into NC-17 later on for lemony goodness.
Summary: Adrian Night has had a hard liPassPassed from home to home in foster care she’s been alone most of her life. Her mutation has not manifested yet. She has the ability to literally walk through shadows using them to travel and defend herself. She also has the instincts and abilities of a feral mutant. Heightened senses and accelerated healing are abilities she’s had since birth. When she finds herself in Bayville with her latest foster family will she finally find the help and companionship she needs or will she bet let down once again.
Notes: ‘thoughts’, “talking”, *telepathic communication and occasional sounds*
Prologue
Cherry blossoms float in the wind to greet her as she steps into the grove. This is her refuge, her solace. This was the only place where she could relax and let her emotions out. It was a place in her mind that no one could find. Her first real memories were of cherry blossoms. Sakura. Her mother had been named after them. She had even carried the scent of them when she had been alive.
Adrian, formerly Adrianna, caught a delicate petal. The pale flower contrasted beautifully with the tan of her skin. She bore the same complexion as her father, but had her mother’s exotic eyes and silken tresses. She was a complete mix of both. Standing 5’8 and muscularly slim like her father. Her hands were delicate and tipped with long nails, almost claws. Her hair was pulled back in a tight braid long enough to brush the back of her knees.
Her one vanity as one of her foster mothers had said. Pure Celtic silver, her father’s legacy. Sapphire orbs shone out of exotic almond shaped eyes, her mother’s eyes. Long lashes brushed high cheek bones. Full cupids bow lips, pale pink and white even teeth. Her canines, top and bottom, were slightly enlarged due to her mutation.
A loud ringing brought her back from her place. With a grunt she smacked the alarm on her bedside and rolled back over trying to catch the serenity of the dream again.
*bang bang bang*
“Adrian get yer lazy ass up. You’re gonna be late for school.”
She growled at the shrill voice. Her current foster mother had one of those voices that could break glass. Silently she flipped off the door as she sat up and looked vainly for her cigarettes. ‘Grrr need nicotin
“
“Adrian are you up yet? If you aren’t.”
“Oh bloody shut up ya stupid cunt,” she mumbled as she finally found her cigarettes. “Yeah I’m up.t yet yer bitchin’,” she yelled at the door.
She leaned against the headboard with a sighore ore lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. ‘Damned harpy. I knew I should’ve skipped out the minute I heard that damned voice.’ Adrian had just turned seventeen and been moved into her sixth or seventh foster home no less than a week ago. She’d lost count. This time she was in Bayville New York. ‘Piss assed little rinky dink town.’
She winced at the sound of her foster parents arguing downstairs. Her sensitive ears picked up the whole conversation. She was tired of it all. The constant yelling, the moving, the people. How she hated them. None of her foster parents had ever tried to really get to know her. No one had apparently cared enough. No one cared about her and she did them the service of not caring back. They were all idiots anyway.
Finishing her cigarette she crushed it out in her ash tray. ‘What to wear?’ she mused as she slipped out of the bed and padded to her bathroom in her tank top and underwear. That was the only good thing about the place. She had her own bathroom, mostly cause she was the oldest of the kids in the house. She had to give the ‘rents props for that. She was the oldest so ttreatreated her like that. Unfortunately that also meant babysitting her younger foster sibs. Of which she had three.
Cold water from the sink helped clear her head even more. ‘Let’s see, now what do I want to scare and piss off the kiddies with today?’
She smirked. Minutes later she appeadowndownstairs with book bag in tow and waited for the amusing reaction of her foster mom. She was wearing a black halter top that showed off her generous breasts and a black leather vest. Low cut no waist hip huggers that revealed the belly button spiked stud and elaborate black sun tattoo around her navel. Black leather boots completed the outfit. She looked like a biker chick.
Her silver hair was braided back and held in place with a red hair tie. Her makeup was darkly Gothic and accented her exotic eyes. Blood red lipstick enhanced her full lips. A pair of hoops and two studs winked out of each ear. The right had a silver cuff at the top. A silver nose button shone on the left side of her nose and her hands shone with silver. Her long nails sported onyx nail polish.
She smiled when her foster mother did a once over and looked at her in shock. “You ain’t wearin’ that to school.”
She snorted, “And why the fuck not?” she asked as she grabbed an apple and headed foe doe door. She loved pissin’ her foster mom off. It was such fun and so damned easy.
“It’s positively indecent Adrian.”
“Like I fuckin’ care. Ya gonna have ta deal cause I ain’t changin’. See ya.”
Her foster mom’s shrill voice followed her out the door, but faded as soon as she hopped the fence and took off towards the school. She crunched on the apple as she made her way the relatively few blocks to her new school. Her first day of school wasn’t looking too appealing. It wasn’t that she hated school. Quite the contrary. She liked learning. As long as no one messed with her she was fine, but it was a moot point.
People always messed with her. Either because of her exotic looks or the gothic flare with which she did everything. She hated school because of that. No matter where she went she was always treated the same. Dark looks, lust filled gazes, and outright hate followed her everywhere. She didn’t care. Pissin’ people off was fun and the guys who lusted after her were even more fun. Like damned puppy dogs.
She looked at her watch. Twenty minutes till the bell rang for class and she was already there. She tossed the apple core into some bushes before finding a bench and sitting on it. Bored she took out her sketch pad and began to draw. Her favorite pastime and one actual love. She couldn’t ever remember a time when she didn’t have some sort of pad and pencil to draw with. Hell she even had a set of colored pencils from on the the few foster sibs she actually liked.
Her hand moved swiftly and silently over the pad catching the image of a group of kids standing not too far from her. They looked like the outcasts of the school. Four boys. One was bit taller than the others and really fat with a wk. wk. Another, shorter, with brown hair that fell into his eyes, had the face of a troublemaker. The next was about the same height with short white hair that caught her eye. She had never seen that kind of coloring in anyone else. He was absolutely gorgeous with his pouty lips and trademark bad boy smirk on. The fourth was, well, icky was all she could describe him as. He was shorter than the others with a greenish tinge to him and way bad posture.
She finished her drawing five minutes till class and signnd dnd dated the bottom corner. She always did that no matter what she drew. Packing everything up she looked over and noticed the boys watc her her. She slung her book bag over her shoulder before giving them a smirk and a wink and sauntering towards the double doors.
A/N: Yay I got the prologue up. Isn’t it cool? Hope you like. Ja ne.