A Fact Called: Life

A/N:My OC and her plotline belong to me as well as any other random characters I decide to throw in. Read the disclaimer for more information! Woo!

Please leave comments, flames, and other things you want about the story. I want to apologize for describing my character in such a way. I had to introduce her somehow and I know she's the typical cliche' punk/goth type. I based her off of me, and that's how she's going to stay. Get it? Got it? Good.


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Prologue


"I'm heading to Art. I'll see you there." Scott said with a small wave as he then ran his pale hand through his short chocolate brown locks. Kurt gave him a small nod, walking over to the wall which held all of the cheap blue painted lockers. Pulling out his European History textbook from his worn napsack, he found his locker, the keeper of all his things. Punching in the numbers on the small metal lock, a small clicking noise was heard. It was boring days like this that he wished something exciting would happen.

Nothing particularly exciting ever happened at Bayville High. In fact, nothing exciting really happened in Bayville at all with the exception of the holidays and Fall Festivale that the Mayor had personally made to spice up the quaint little town. Though there was that one off occasion where the Brotherhood had revealed themselves to the whole student body during the big soccer game and decided to make all of Bayville know that they were mutants. That was rather interesting, but also a bit drab at the same time. Xavier had spent so much energy trying to erase the minds of all the people who screamed in fear of the "freaks".

Freaks. What a distasteful name to be called. Mutant was more like it. There was no other nickname to call what he and the others were without it getting to a point of rediculousness and being just plain offensive. Then again, anything that wasn't a mutant or was part of the mutant world was considered freakish to the ones who actually had the powers. Shaking his head, Kurt ran his pale hand through his navy blue locks, sighing rather softly. Just then, a small tidbit of interesting gossip quickly caught the German's attention and he slowly poked his head out from behind the locker door.

"Did you see that new girl? She looked like such a...a freak!" "Yeah...She looked as if....she could raise the dead or something." The two girls began to chat, passing Kurt without so much as a second glance.

Cheerleaders. If it was one thing, it was to never mess with a Bayville cheerleader unless you wanted the football players going up to you for "talking to their women". Though, their little tidbit of gossip made Kurt perk up, so to speak.

'Ah. A newcomer eh? I vonder vhat she must really look like....' the small voice in Kurt's mind began to race.

Tossing his European History textbook inside the small cramped blue locker, he quickly shut and locked back up the hunk of metal and in a flash, he zipped down the hallway to the Art room. Scott definately had to hear about this. If people were calling her a freak, then maybe she could actually be a mutant and Xavier could recruit her as one of the X-Men. But...there was one drawback. What if she turned out to be just another plain, drab little human girl? The last thing he needed was to have Professor Xavier trying to erase the poor girl's memory and letting her walk away so confused and lonely, like most new kids started out in new schools.

As he raced through the doorway, he saw Scott, Jean and Evan all sitting at one of the wooden tables, sketchpads in their hands. The table rested in the corner with the shelves of paper, glue, and their pottery they had just molded from the disgusting smelling red clay. A white chinese vase lay in the center of the table. A large red dragon was painted on, swirling from the mouth of the pottery all the way down. The beast was outlined in gold and black sakura petals surrounded it in ancient beauty.

All the students were noisily chatting to one another, talking about rather useless junk of upcoming games or parties. If it wasn't one thing, it was another. With a small smile, Jean placed her sketchpad down on the dusty art table giving Kurt a friendly wave. Glancing back down, she was wondering if the paper was going to smear with any fresh charcoal shavings or semi-dried paint splotches leftover from the Freshman use. Scott merely looked up from his poorly made sketch, giving a half wave in Kurt's direction as Evan merely flicked up one hand. Not much of a greeting, but, it was still one none the less.

"Hey guys! You'll ne-" Kurt began when suddenly, the Art teacher cleared her throat. Her eyes were as sharp as kitchen knives as she glanced at each indivdual table, secretly challenging someone to speak when she was about to do so..

If you were in Mrs. Nickleson's Art class, you were taught to be silent when she was talking or end up with two days of detention for discipline issues. (Though it was all Professor Xavier's idea for them to take a class with some sort of constructivism.) With his mouth shut tightly, Kurt quickly dropped his napsack on the dried paint splattered flooring and he plunked himself on the wooden stool. With his chin cupped in his palm, his elbow resting lazily on the table, he turned to face the front of the class. It was then his eyes widened ever so.

A girl stood beside the teacher. She was of a fair height, that was for sure. Her skin was pale, a milky white and it looked rather soft. Her hair flowed down in charcoal black waves to her hips, decorated with blood red and light violet streaks for a little flair and oomph. Her eyes were almond shaped, a crimson red in color. Rather unique and out there. On her lip was a shiny silver piercing, and two silver studs on her left ear. A skull was pinned to her right ear, along with a small spiked earring that layed on the upper part of her lobe. Blood red stained her lips, making them seem rather feral and sexy, complimenting the violet eyeshadow she smeared on her eyelids. Beneath her left eye lay a tattoo of a purple star.

Her breasts were full and round, snuggled in the black hoodie she wore. The black clothing bore the name: Gackt: Redemption in bold red letters. It was rather baggy on her body, not really helping to shape her rather curvaceous frame underneath. Her legs, though, looked deliciously long and slender in the faded hip-huggers she wore, with wide kneeholes and all sorts of rips and tears at the ends. From there, the jeans flared out around her calves, covering some of her black boots, which were shined to a perfection.

"Class, this is Luciana SinCross. She is a new student and we must make her feel welcome here at Bayville High." Mrs. Nickleson said with a pep in her voice as a few whispers emitted from the crowd of students.

'Some fucking welcoming comittee.' Luciana's thoughts raced as she placed a half smile on her face.

Other students were just staring. Some doing a double take, not really taking in her punkish appearence until the second glance. In all honesty, Luciana had never really gotten this much attention before. But, at her old school, she hung around the Goths and the Punks. So, looks never really mattered to her and she snubbed anyone who thought themselves better than her.

After a few akward moments, Luciana then stalked over to a small counter near the classroom door without so much as a "Hello". Pulling an extra wooden stool from a nearby table, she rolled her eyes at the comments, whispers and snickers of her new fellow classmates. Next she flipped her black backpack onto the messy counter with a small huff. Finally, she turned herself around on the wooden stool and faced Mrs. Nickleson as she began the day's lesson.

"Ok class. Today we will be finishing our sketches of the vases that I have placed on your table. Remember, this grade you will get is based on the Elements and Principles of design such as Texture, Shape, Color, Form, Line. These are due tomorrow." she said as she then began to scribble some helpful hints and tips on the whiteboard in a blue marker.

Over by the table where the X-Men sat, a small conversation was bubbling up between the mutants. It seems that Luciana really stirred up the day. Her appearence seemed rather out there, but in all honesty, she wasn't standing up there to point herself out as a Pep-happy loser. She seemed sort of calm and cool, which was rather nice to see in most people. Ususally it meant that the person is comfortable being around others as well as being comfortable in any situation or background.

"Luciana SinCross. She....certainly is....something." Scott muttered out, then letting out a puff of air as Jean suddenly elbowed him in the ribs.

"Be nice. She's new. So what if she's a little....um...." Jean began when suddenly, the word she was looking for was not on her tongue.

"Unique." Kurt piped in, his eyes fixated on the girl who was now currently pulling out her purple iPod from the pocket of the hoodie. Evan shook his head, placing his charcoal pencil on his sketchpad.

"I think what she meant to say was....weird." The dark skinned mutant piped in, then focusing his eyes on the vase as he tried to get the image stuck in his head as best as he could.

But even if she was weird, she was definately a person that they needed to look into. It was a rather rare occasion that someone new dropped in to Bayville and on the off chance someone did, they certainly did not have the punkish look to them as Luciana did. There was only one last question left. Was she a mutant, or was she not? Either way, Scott and Jean thought it would be best if they kept an eye on her.

Evan on the other hand, decided to finish his sketch so that he could just hand the thing in and get back to his beloved skateboarding he did on his free nights. The project they were given usually took them alot longer than class time needed and half the time he wound up bringing home his work. He got rather annoyed and frustrated simply because he had no artistic talent whatsoever. That and the homework took too much from his skateboarding time.

So Jean, Kurt and Scott all watched Luciana, indicating any signs of unusual activity. The only thing they noticed about her was that she loved to do silly little dances when she was deeply into the music. A cute, normal quirk. Nothing out of the ordinary. And by the time that Art was over, Luciana had done nothing but little normal human quirks. She lip sang to half of the music she listened to, chewed a stick of peppermint gum, and glanced around the room in sheer bordom.

Maybe she was just another plain old human.

'There vas no signs of powers or anything, ja.' Kurt thought as he watched Luciana walk past the others and out the door. She had a little swing in her step, her rounded, hour-glass hips rolling with each step. As the wheels began turning in his mind, he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Scott, giving one of his "I'm-really-serious-right-now" looks.

"She's not like us. Don't give your hopes up." Scott said, knowing full well what was running through Kurt's head.

As the loveable fuzzy blue mutant turned to look back, he noticed that Luciana was long gone. Though in his mind, he felt a certain presence around her, wondering just who this Luciana SinCross really was. Why was she here? And more importantly, where had she come from?